考拉|koala°taekook

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Taehyung woke up the next night, the usual scabs stinging around his body. He winced as he rolled up his blood stained sleeves.

His eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he saw two words carved into his forearm.

Make him

Make him? What did he mean, 'Make him'?

"What are you planning?" he mumbled, intending the question for his other identity.

No answer. Why would he answer?

*****

Taehyung descended the steps to his house.

His eyes widened as he smelled the delicious smell of fried eggs wafting through the air. Entering the kitchen, he saw the slabs and tiles sparkling and the countless dirty dishes and plates, which he had never bothered to clean up after himself, washed.

Eggs were being fried in a pan over a warm fire burning on a stove, emanating the aroma he had detected earlier.

There was no one tending them though.

Walking over to the stove, Taehyung picked up the spatula and poked them a bit.

"Good evening." emanated a voice from behind him, making him jump.

"Ah, you startled me." Taehyung placed a hand over his chest as he twisted around to look at Jungkook with an apron around his waist and a laundry basket in his hands.

The latter chuckled and, putting the basket down, took the spatula from Taehyung's hands and slid the eggs onto a plate.

"Here." he pushed the plate into Taehyung's hands. "Eat your breakfast."

Taehyung gestured helplessly out the window.

"But it's night!"

"Well, it's still breakfast, in a way, so eat up."

That made sense, so Taehyung walked into the dining room.

Along his way, he noticed how everything looked simply cleaner. It wasn't very noticeable, but it was still there; an extra sparkle in the floor tiles, no smudges on the windows, dustless surfaces, and such.

"Have you been cleaning since morning?" Taehyung asked, gratitude laced in his octave.

"Yeah, cleaning, washing, cooking, dusting, among other stuff." Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly. "Downstairs is pretty much done, so I was thinking of getting started on the, Y'know, upstairs, tomorrow."

Taehyung felt sudden dread in his words.

"That...wouldn't be very wise." he muttered.

Jungkook seemed to understand what he was trying to say, and chuckled.

"Don't worry, I'll stay clear of your room." He replied, sitting down on the table beside Taehyung.

Taehyung stared down at his eggs. "It still wouldn't be safe."

"Ya! Don't worry, okay?" Jungkook shoved him playfully.

Not to worry is pretty much impossible, Taehyung thought, but smiled and dug into his food nevertheless. The eggs were delicious, much more than his own, flat, tasteless, ones.

"So, what do you do around here?" Jungkook asked, folding his arms over the table and resting his head on them.

"Mm? Nothing much. Read a book, take a walk, shower." Taehyung put the fork down.

Jungkook's eyes brightened.

"Walks? I like walks! Let's go take a walk!"

Taehyung raised his eyebrow. "Now?"

"Yes! Right now!" Jungkook jumped up and pulled Taehyung with him.

Taehyung, forced to oblige, couldn't help a smile sneaking up on his face.

A/N: this was nothing but a filler b l e h