Lovelorn //Vkook ✔️

Special Chapter

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the room, and illuminating the walls adorned with cherished decorations. A guitar rests in the corner, its strings silent yet full of stories, while a nearby rack is stacked with small photo frames—snapshots of joy, adventures, and love. Each frame captures a happy moment: smiles shared, travels across the world, and tender embraces frozen in time.

The soft air from the air conditioner stirs the curtains, making them flutter and sending a delicate ripple through the petals of the flowers arranged in the vase on the bedside table. Slowly, the sunlight stretches across the room, reaching the bed where the couple lies sound asleep, entwined in each other's arms—a portrait of peace and intimacy.

Outside the window, a bird perches on a branch, its cheerful chirping breaking the stillness of the room as if determined to rouse the sleepers.

It was Sunday morning, a rare respite in the week—a day for rest, free from the early grind of work. Taehyung stirs, his senses slowly waking to the gentle melody of the bird's song. His lashes flutter open, the sunlight catching the amber flecks in his eyes. He takes a moment to ground himself in the serenity of the morning, the weight of the arms around him a comforting reminder of the night before.

A soft smile graces his lips as he shifts slightly, careful not to disturb the other. The world could wait a little longer. For now, the quiet intimacy of this moment was all that mattered.

He turns to his right, his gaze settling on Jeongguk's peaceful, sleeping form. The soft morning light bathes Jeongguk’s face, casting an angelic glow over his features—a stark contrast to the devilish mischief he displayed the night before, keeping Taehyung from getting any rest.

A small smile tugs at Taehyung’s lips as he leans in, careful not to disturb Jeongguk's slumber. He presses a gentle kiss on Jeongguk’s collarbone, then another on his chin, before pulling back. Moving with practiced ease, he carefully slides Jeongguk’s arm off his waist, replacing it with a pillow to maintain warmth and comfort.

Rising from the bed, Taehyung ties his robe securely around his waist and crosses the room to adjust the curtains, letting the light soften and allowing Jeongguk to sleep a little longer. With a quiet sigh, he heads to the bathroom to freshen up. Once dressed in comfortable clothes, he makes his way downstairs, the morning serenity following him like a quiet companion.

In the kitchen, Taehyung spots Lyra, their caretaker and chef, bustling around as she prepares breakfast. The middle-aged woman, with her practiced movements and warm presence, fills the space with an air of comfort. Taehyung walks over, greeting her softly.

“Good morning,” he says, settling onto a chair and resting his arms on the counter.

Lyra smiles warmly, returning the greeting. Without hesitation, she steps away to bring him a cup of tea, a routine Taehyung had grown accustomed to during his years of living alone. When she asks if he’d like his breakfast, he shakes his head with a small smile.

Lyra smiles and completes the sentence, “You will wait for Jeongguk like usual." Taehyung nods with a grin on his face. 

She has been with Jeongguk for years, long enough to see him at his lowest—searching tirelessly for Taehyung—and towitness the joy and transformation when he finally found him. She remembers the day she first met Taehyung, marveling at the intelligence and beauty of the man her master had been longing for.

As they fall into easy conversation, Taehyung sips his tea, asking about her early start and her sons, who are married and living abroad. Lyra, ever dedicated, had chosen to remain here, working rather than following them, her loyalty to this household unwavering.