𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨

𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

chapter seven ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

"you are appreciated,
you are loved."

thoughts tumbled through taehyung's head in spiraling waves; his ideas pouring through him like the ocean's tides as he shuffles through his options for today's big annual Make Jeongguk Happy plan. the elder does so much, too much for him and all the younger wants to do is show his gratitude in simple acts of kindness. the plan is split up into three parts:

Make Jeongguk Happy, written by Taehyung

[plan a] breakfast in bed; if there is anything someone needs every morning to start their day off well, it is being served a decent meal with a piping hot cup of coffee on the side. he will probably want to work on his book so light the mood candles in jeongguk's office; he works too hard. stress radiates off of him.

[plan b] hold his hand. google said holding hands is a stress-relief so hand holding is what ggukie will get! ♡

[plan c] give him a very much-needed massage if necessary when he gets agitated. there has been a hunch in his shoulders that needs to be taken care of.

plan a

the first part of his plan is set in motion the second the blonde's alarm went off, at approximately five in the morning, and taehyung had excitedly ran downstairs in his new fuzzy winter socks and short violet satin night gown. he was in a particular cheery mood for someone who woke up at five in the morning but in his head, the end result would be worth it. the problem of this part of the plan is that jeongguk is still fast asleep on the couch, bundled in his huge comforter and the only thing visible on the man is his right hand flopping off the couch. the brunette has to find a way to cook this meal without being heard by the elder since the kitchen and living area is all basically one big room.

the younger silently shuffles around the kitchen, opening cabinets and the freezer to find whatever he wants to make. his options are limited, varying from either cereal or pancakes or french toast, but he wants to make the elder something warm. it is cold outside and some of the chilly air is seeping through jeongguk's large windows. he settles on making some french toast considering he, himself, had missed the pleasure of eating hot french toast when he woke up in the morning with his parents. he doesn't miss them, per se, but more the luxury of being able to eat hot meals in a warm home.

taehyung climbs atop of the counter to reach the cinnamon, since apparently the elder prefers keeping his spices at the very top of shelves. his freshly shaven legs (yes, taehyung may have spoiled himself last night) meet the cold surface of the cement countertop; goosebumps appear on velvety skin, sending minuscule shivers down his spine. he wishes he wore jeongguk's fluffy robe that is still in the restroom, but he will have to make do with what he has.