puppy eyes › 2jae

[ four ]

The next morning came all too quickly for Youngjae's liking, probably due to the fact that he didn't manage to sleep well at all last night.

He felt homesick even though "home", was the apartment right next door.

He missed his own bed.

He missed the warmth of the sunlight that used to seep through the windows in his old room.

He missed waking up to the smell of freshly cooked eggs and—

Wait... Was that egg?

The puppy boy shot straight out of bed, ears perked up and tail wagging furiously at the smell of his favourite breakfast food. He loves eating eggs. He didn't mind how they were cooked. Omelettes, boiled, fried, scrambled, he loved all of it. And the mouthwatering aroma seeping through the crack in his door made him all the more excited about it.

Without a second thought, the boy messily threw his covers around on his bed in an attempt to neaten them up. It took a minute or two, before he took a last glance at it, before shrugging and exiting his room.

Youngjae stepped out into the living room and kitchen area, basking in the beautiful scent of the cooked eggs and smiled to himself. His chocolate brown tail wagging happily behind him as he walked up to the kitchen counter.

The first thing he saw was a back facing him, shifting slightly with the movements of the spatula and the pan.

Jaebum's back to be completely precise.

The older boy must've heard the puppy boy sitting down on the seat, because he turned almost immediately with an amused expression on his face. You always get up this early? Jinyoung told me it'd take a hurricane to wake you." He asked with a grin.

Youngjae couldn't help but feel his cheeks flush, "I-I smelt eggs.." He answered shyly, shifting his gaze towards the patterns on the stone bench top. "So they really are your favourite?" Jaebum asked, a grin still adorning his face. Youngjae only responded with a nod, managing to look back up at the older.

Jaebum also noticed that his ears weren't droopy anymore.

"Jinyoung wasn't lying about that then. I'm guessing everything else he said will probably work too-" Jaebum mutters to himself, probably aiming for it to be quiet, although Youngjae picked it up anyway.

"..Are they scrambled?" Youngjae managed to ask, squirming in his seat.

Jaebum flashed him a soft smile, "Of course. Jinyoung said you liked scrambled the most." He replied before turning around again and continuing to shift around the eggs in the pan.

There were a few minutes of silence, while Jaebum was preparing the last of it and taking it off the stove. He plated up the food and even took out a glass of orange juice for the younger boy.

Meanwhile, Youngjae's thoughts were trailing back to the night previous, in which he was watching Jaebum on his laptop late at night. Honestly the puppy boy was surprised that Jaebum wasn't moody or grumpy, or that he managed to wake up early in the first place. It seemed like he would've gone to sleep pretty late.

He was snapped out of those thoughts as he heard Jaebum placing the plate and glass right in front of him. He looked up suddenly, faced with a softly smiling Jaebum. "Here you go." He said, before turning around and heading over to get his own breakfast.