𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄 ||𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐅🔞||

C H A P T E R : 9

The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting warm rays over the pastel-hued room. Y/N stirred beneath her blanket, her face scrunching in a mix of sleepiness and reluctance to wake up.

"Oppa…" she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. Her tiny hands clutched the edge of her comforter as she turned over, attempting to cocoon herself further.

From the doorway, Taehyung stood with his arms crossed, a fond smile tugging at his lips. He had been watching her for a few moments, his heart swelling at how peaceful she looked. She was 17, yes, but there was a childlike purity about her that made him feel fiercely protective.

"Y/N-ah, wake up," he called softly, stepping closer to her bed.

"Nooo…" she whined, pulling the blanket over her head. "Five more minsies…"

Taehyung chuckled, crouching beside her. "If you don’t get up now, there won’t be any pancakes left for you."

Her eyes peeked out from under the blanket, wide and curious. "Pan…cakes?"

He nodded, hiding his amusement. "With strawberries and whipped cream."

In an instant, she sat up, her messy hair sticking out in all directions. "Me wan’ pancakes!" she declared, rubbing her eyes with tiny fists.

Taehyung reached out to smooth her hair down, his voice gentle. "Alright, cupcake, let’s get you freshened up first, okay?"

Guiding Y/N to the bathroom, Taehyung patiently helped her brush her teeth, her pouty face reflected in the mirror. She stood on her tiptoes, gripping the edge of the sink as she tried to reach the faucet.

"Oppa, me need help!" she called, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Taehyung stepped in, lifting her slightly so she could rinse her mouth. "There you go," he said, setting her back down.

Once her face was washed and her hair neatly brushed, Y/N twirled around in the hallway, her freshly combed strands bouncing. "Me wooks pwetty?" she asked, tilting her head.

Taehyung smiled, crouching to her level. "You always look pretty, cupcake," he said, giving her nose a gentle boop.

Satisfied with his answer, she skipped ahead to the dining room, her socks sliding slightly on the wooden floor.

The table was already set with stacks of pancakes, bowls of fruit, and a canister of whipped cream. Y/N climbed into her chair, her excitement palpable as she reached for the strawberries.

"Wait, wait!" Taehyung said, holding up a hand. "Let me help you."

He carefully added a dollop of whipped cream to her pancakes, arranging the strawberries in a smiley face.

"Ta-da!" he said, sliding the plate in front of her.

Y/N gasped in delight, clapping her hands. "So pwetty! Fank you, oppa!"

As she dug into her breakfast, Taehyung watched her with a soft expression. There was something about the way she approached everything—with unbridled enthusiasm and joy—that made him forget about the darker parts of his world.

"You’re eating like a little chipmunk," he teased, noticing the way she stuffed her cheeks with food.

She giggled, covering her mouth. "Chipmunks awe cute!"