P1Harmony one shots

Pt.5 jitak!!

The lights of the city glowed softly outside the window, casting a warm, golden hue over the quiet apartment. Jiung sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over his lap, a steaming cup of tea held in his hands. The quiet hum of the city below created a peaceful background noise, and for once, the world didn't feel so rushed.

Across the room, Intak was hunched over the kitchen counter, his back to Jiung as he focused on something Jiung couldn't quite see. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and Jiung could hear the faint clink of dishes being set down, the soft sounds of Intak preparing something.

Jiung watched him for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. There was something about these quiet moments with Intak that always filled him with a sense of calm. Maybe it was the way they didn't need to fill the space with words, or maybe it was just the warmth of being in the same room together. Whatever it was, it felt like home.

"Are you almost done?" Jiung called out softly, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the apartment.

Intak turned his head slightly, glancing over his shoulder with a playful smile. "Patience," he teased, "good things take time, you know."

Jiung chuckled softly, sinking deeper into the couch. "I don't even know what you're making," he said, his voice light with amusement.

"Exactly," Intak replied, turning back to his task. "It's a surprise."

Jiung shook his head, the smile on his face widening as he took a sip of his tea. He wasn't sure what Intak was up to, but he trusted him enough to let himself relax into the moment. The soft glow of the lamps in the room, the quiet murmur of the city outside, and the subtle clatter from the kitchen all blended together, creating a peaceful atmosphere that wrapped around him like a blanket.

A few minutes later, Intak finally straightened up, wiping his hands on a towel before walking over to the couch with a triumphant grin on his face. "Okay, close your eyes," he instructed, his voice full of excitement.

Jiung raised an eyebrow but complied, closing his eyes with a soft laugh. "This better be good," he teased.

Intak set something down on the coffee table in front of Jiung and then sat beside him, the cushions dipping slightly under his weight. "Okay, open."

Jiung opened his eyes to find a small plate of cookies on the table, each one perfectly round and golden, still warm from the oven. The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air, making Jiung's mouth water.

"You baked?" Jiung asked, surprise coloring his voice as he looked from the cookies to Intak.

Intak grinned, clearly proud of himself. "I figured we could use a little treat tonight," he said, reaching for one of the cookies and holding it out to Jiung. "Try it."

Jiung took the cookie from Intak's hand, biting into it. The soft, warm sweetness melted in his mouth, and he couldn't help but let out a small, satisfied hum. "These are amazing," he said, looking at Intak with genuine surprise. "I didn't know you could bake."

Intak laughed, leaning back against the couch. "There's a lot you don't know about me," he teased, grabbing a cookie for himself.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, nibbling on the cookies and sipping tea. The warmth of the cookies and the tea, combined with the quiet comfort of being together, made the evening feel almost dreamlike. Jiung glanced over at Intak, watching the way the soft light from the lamps illuminated his face, casting gentle shadows over his features.

"Thanks for this," Jiung said quietly, breaking the silence. "I didn't realize how much I needed a night like this."

Intak smiled, his gaze softening as he looked at Jiung. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice just as quiet. "It's nice to slow down for once."

Jiung nodded, leaning back against the couch, feeling the weight of the day slip away. There was something so peaceful about these moments with Intak, something that made him feel grounded, like he could finally breathe.

Intak shifted beside him, stretching out his legs and letting out a contented sigh. "You know, we should do this more often," he said, glancing over at Jiung with a playful grin. "I'm pretty good at this whole domestic thing."

Jiung laughed softly, shaking his head. "You're not wrong," he admitted, reaching for another cookie. "But don't get too cocky. This is still your first successful batch of cookies."

Intak gasped in mock offense, placing a hand over his chest. "How dare you," he said, his tone full of exaggerated indignation. "I am a master baker, and you will respect my skills."

Jiung couldn't help but laugh, the sound light and carefree. It was moments like these, where everything felt easy and natural, that he cherished the most. He glanced over at Intak, his heart swelling with affection for the boy sitting beside him.

"You're ridiculous," Jiung said, his voice soft but full of warmth.

Intak grinned, leaning back into the couch with a satisfied smirk. "Maybe," he said, "but you love it."

Jiung smiled, his gaze lingering on Intak for a moment longer before he turned his attention back to the plate of cookies. "Yeah," he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I guess I do."

And with that, the night continued on, the soft glow of the lamps and the gentle hum of the city outside wrapping them in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. It wasn't about grand gestures or big moments. It was about the quiet, simple things—the warmth of freshly baked cookies, the soft glow of the city lights, and the quiet comfort of being with someone who made the world feel just a little bit brighter.