Fake Love. | Kim Taehyung

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6am.

What is that horrible smell that's suffocating and disturbing my sleep? I swear--

Oh. It's him.

I closed his mouth and turned to the other side of the bed. Alcoholic and stinky breaths is something I don't want to wake up to in the morning.

As I tossed and turned, it was hard for me to get back to sleep. It's been 30 minutes and I'm here wide awake at 6am in the morning in this cold yet bright weather.

Memories from hours ago in the party started flooding back into my brain, causing me to realize how odd V acted around at that time. The fact that he retorted back at Jimin and that he almost picked up a fight against J-hope was really eye-opening since it was about me. It all started because of me.

But what did I do wrong that made him act that way? I traced back my steps and tried to remember what I've done in that party but then again, I didn't do anything except simply talk to those fellow gentlemen.

Urhhh...

I turn my head towards V as he continued to lightly snore. Cute...

His light brown hair that covered his delicate skin was brushed away with my slender fingers. V's beautiful face was definitely glowing with the help of the natural light of the moon. I couldn't help but to gawk at his eternal beauty, realizing that I could never be at that level.

"You don't need my permission to kiss me y'know? I wouldn't mind." He says with his husky deep voice and with his eyes still closed. How did he know I was looking at him when his eyes were closed?

"But I do. Your mouth be stinky." I scoff as I turn my back against him again. His deep chuckles sent chills down my spine as he cuddles with me from behind.

"You still love me anyways" he says as he pecked my back lightly.

"Go back to sleep"

"I will if you give me a goodnight kiss" he smiles against my skin.

I sigh as I face him once again to give a little peck on his forehead, mumbling out a goodnight. He smiles and closes his eyes once again to go back to his deep slumber.

On the other hand, I still couldn't doze right back to sleep; the sun was burning and shining through our velvet curtains that hung across the room. The light was simply blinding and irritating me at the same time. Taking one last look at my beloved, I suddenly had the urge to cook for him.

I rose up from the cushioned bed and silently walked towards our kitchen down at the first floor. Looking at the marbled and clean kitchen, a realization just popped into my head.

I can't cook. I mean I used to be good at it but now I'm just utterly terrible.

Great. Just when I decide to be productive.

Two eggs and burnt pancakes will do right? Eh. It will have to do. I dragged my feet to get all the necessary ingredients which is honestly just two eggs, milk, and pancake mix.

All the ingredients were laid out nicely on the table...what else do I need?... Sigh. This is what I get for not taking that cooking class at the bakery workshop near my house three years ago.

Idiot. I need a pan. But where is it? I usually just order takeout so I don't really know where it is.

No matter how hard I looked, none of the pans were in the lower cabinets...which only means one thing.

Damn it. Curse my height.

The pans were nicely stored in the upper cabinet, and the specific one she needed to create the dish was on the highest shelf.