YA AMAR | TAEKOOK

COOKING TOGETHER

Taehyung made his way to the kitchen.

When he entered the grand kitchen, Clara, was already bustling around, organizing the morning's supplies. She looked up, startled, when she saw Taehyung step inside.

"Young Master...." she said, her tone laced with both surprise and worry.

"Is everything alright?"

Taehyung nodded, offering a small smile.

"I want to cook today..." Taehyung said softly, his voice filled with determination.

Clara blinked, momentarily stunned. In all her years of service, she had never seen their Prince cook.

"But..I might need your help.... I want to make something perfect for Jungkook..." He said, looking at the maid.

Clara's lips twitched into a fond smile.

"Of course!... I'll help you.." she said, smiling.

Taehyung gave her a grateful look before tying an apron around his waist.

His delicate hands moved awkwardly at first as Clara handed him ingredients.

Taehyung began to prepare the ingredients. His movements were careful, as though he feared ruining anything.

As the porridge simmered on the stove, Taehyung's confidence grew.

Clara watched with quiet admiration as the young omega carefully added honey, herbs, and a dash of ginger to enhance the flavor.

There was a natural grace to his movements.

While waiting for the porridge to cook, Taehyung brewed a pot of herbal tea, following Clara's instructions.

The faint aroma of chamomile and lavender filled the air, blending with the warm scent of the porridge.

"Is this good, Ajumma..." Taehyung asked nervously, holding out a small spoonful of the porridge for her to taste.

Clara smiled warmly after tasting it.

"It's perfect!" she said, smiling.

Taehyung blushed at her words but felt a sense of pride swell within him.

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The sunlight streamed through the windows as Jungkook slowly stirred awake. His body felt lighter, the fever from the previous night no longer weighing him down.

Jungkook sat up, his messy hair falling over his forehead. Dragging himself out of bed, he walked downstairs, searching for his boyfriend.

The smell of something warm and sweet wafted through the halls, drawing him closer. As he approached, he stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, his eyes softening at the sight before him.

Taehyung stood by the stove, a soft hum escaping his lips as he stirred something in a pot.

There was a slight mess on the counter-fruit peels, herbs scattered, and a small smudge of flour on Taehyung's cheek.

Jungkook felt his heart clench at the domesticity of the scene. He leaned against the door frame for a moment, just watching, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

Clara noticed Jungkook and bowed her head slightly in acknowledgment.

Jungkook pressed a finger to his lips, silently gesturing for her to leave. Clara smiled knowingly and quickly exited the kitchen without a word, leaving the two alone.

Taehyung, oblivious to Jungkook's presence, continued humming as he added a pinch of spice to the pot. He reached for a nearby bowl, but before his fingers could grasp it, he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist from behind.