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The sun shined over the green meadows, making the flying birds chirp.

And there was Taehyung who was staring the sleeping Jungkook on the bed in front of him, like a whole creep.

The way his lips felt soft, against the other's last night, the way his beating heart sang the melody under the cold night,

and the way satisfaction blessed him with utmost bliss, was still dancing in his mind.

And he was beyond the bar of euphoria, living in the whole new world of utopia, by divine.

Filtering through the botanical green curtains, the yellow beam of warm light caressed the sleeping angel, highlighting the soft yet loud features of his black hair; that apparently veiled his forehead, closed bambi eyes; shade of eyelashes viewing him as any anime figurine, pinky-petal soft lips and the brown reddish silhouette of his perfect jawline.

And Taehyung attempting to avert his gazes to any other dimension, but on that tiny mole sitting under his rosy lips; only to turn out being incompetent of a person, not that he was caring.

Sitting on the bedside, beside the sleepyhead was not at all comfortable to begin with, but seemed like the sleepy angel casted some magic that Taehyung was not at all bothered about it.

Like it wasn't at all making him to straighten up his back between each interval of time, then again adjusting himself to go back staring at the younger.

Eventually, the clock was about to strike eight, but still Jungkook in his dreamland since last night.

His peaceful suspire was what planted a content, soft smile on Taehyung's face, but still he couldn't even think of what would of have happened, if he didn't follow Jungkook to his way home, even after him denying so boldly.

He just couldn't walk to the other side leaving Jungkook walking behind him alone to his way to home.

And all to all, his confidence didn't match his words, as to all Taehyung knows him since they were child.

Watched him, viewed him, observed him closely. And he can tell when the other was nervous, and when he was lying.

Taehyung thanked the gods above to have his Jungkook, again, safely, beside him, in real, though between his arms had yet to be.

Time was passing by, and assuming Jungkook would be hungry when he would wake up; god knows when the time, since he slept empty tummy last night, Taehyung marched towards the kitchen, knowing his cooking skills always failed him, but this time with a new hope, to win around making something successfully eatable by surprise, for his new inspiration, naming Jungkook, who was sleeping tightly.

But the inexperience of one year, couldn't be made possible in just one day.

Henceforth the cooking game; that included the batter for cake splashed over here and there, the broken into pieces egg shells fallen over the beaten egg yolk in the bowl, the baking powder flouring the floor white, accompanied by the flour and sugar losing its sweetness, ironically, melting in the water in the sink, to which it got sprinkled over accidentally, well more like the jar got knocked down bi-mistake to be accurate, providing Taehyung a very unhearty migraine to his liking.

And alas, all he could do was to look forward for some tips, tricks and advices from his cooking master, he got to know recently.

"Hello!"