one night stand

45

Morning arrives, and you find yourself in an unfamiliar part of the house—the kitchen. A space that has never truly belonged to you.

With zero cooking skills and even less survival instinct when it comes to food preparation, you still stand here, determined to make the first meal of the day for the man you love.

He's still asleep, which is surprising—he's usually up at the crack of dawn. But today, exhaustion has kept him in bed, skipping both the gym and work to rest.

The menu is entirely your creation, and so is the meal. You're not sure how well this will turn out, but you're giving it your best, hoping you won't disappoint yourself.

With careful steps, you carry the tray upstairs, breakfast and juice in hand, ready to surprise him with his special birthday breakfast. you place the tray on the bedside table and get on bed to wake him up.

"hey babe."you whisper, caressing his face and hair. Jungkook hums as he turns to your side, pushing himself to get any closer to you. he doesn't want to wake up yet, he's had the best sleep in years. you giggle at how he tries to feel a bit of your skin.

"I've made breakfast for you! wake up.." you murmur, tracing his face with your fingertips. Jungkook groans, pulling you closer, his raspy morning voice almost unreal. "You made breakfast?" he mumbles, still half-asleep, his face buried in the pillow. Though faint, you can hear the surprise in his tone.

"I did, and I want you to tell me if it's okay," you reply, tapping his bare arm in an attempt to wake him faster. "Come on, it's getting cold!" Your whining does the trick. He props himself against the headboard, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"I should brush my teeth first—" "Fuck it," you murmur, making him chuckle as you set the tray on his lap, carefully adjusting the glass and plate to look just right. Jungkook raises an eyebrow, taking in the presentation with mild amusement. "looks good."

He says nothing at first, his eyes scanning the French toast—generously dusted with way too much cinnamon sugar—and the strawberry on top, sliced unevenly at best. The glass of orange juice sits beside it, looking perfectly refreshing, and then there's the cake... pink as ever, with smooth white icing, standing out like a sweet little afterthought.

Jungkook hums, tilting his head. "wow-" "try it!!" you eagerly wait as he cuts through the soaked bread with the knife and fork. Jungkook does not want to say this but it has not been cooked enough, by the color of the bread but he could never say anthing to you, you're an angel, he would drink poision from your hands if you give him.

he bites into the bread and coughs.

the cinnamon...way too much. he chuckles when you tap on his chest to calm his cough. he's dying to tell you that this needs more vanilla and milk, but he refrains. "is it good..?" you ask, he turns to look at you and sees those wide curious eyes, waiting for a reaction and...his heart hurts.

it doesn't matter that this isn't the best french toast he's tasted, it doesn't matter that if you'd ever made this in a cooking challenge they would eliminate you immediately, for him this has to be one of the best things he's eaten and he loves how it tastes because he tastes the love and determination you put into this.

you soaked your heart into this like you did with the bread and batter and he just loves you for that. "mmm-" he takes another bite and moans with his eyes closed. "this is fucking good, baby."

he mutters, which soon brings a long wide smile on your face. "reallyy!!!" you clap your hands in happiness and it melts his heart, you're the cutest woman ever even though you're in the cuntiest dress he's ever seen you wear, your neck line so deep that he sees your boobs fighting to see the sunshine,