In a sense, Taeyong would never thought about receiving something, anything, from his half brother after the occurence that has happened between them. It had been almost four years since they've last seen each other and Taeyong doesn't know what to expect, how to respond to the fact that after all these years, his half brother are coming home. It's something that made Taeyong tense. Confused. It's like something from  his past will be expose, discovered by people he cares the most in the present.

 

​Yuta.

  Taeyong doesn't even want to guess what the soccer player would think, or feel if he finds out that Taeyong dated his own half brother. The thought made Taeyong cringe. When he finally thought that he can finally leave all that happened with Jaehyun behind him, here comes his brother to ruin it for him. He was sure that Yuta would feel disgusted by the information and he'd leave Taeyong.   Taeyong shook his head. No, I shouldn't think that way. Yuta is different. He won't do that to me.   Taeyong stared at the message on his phone once more before closing it as he placed it underneath his pillow, not even bothering to reply back. He wasn't sure how Jaehyun knew his number after all these years but Taeyong regrets how he didn't change his phone number sooner.   After minutes of staring at the ceiling as his mind wandered, sleep finally took Taeyong as he closed his eyes, the thought of Jaehyun the last thing in his mind before he went to sleep.   ---   Taeyong woke up the next day with the scent of something acrid and unpleasant. Groaning under his red duvet, Taeyong half-heartedly stood up from his comfortable position on his bed as he walked towards the source of smell, his nose twitching with each step he takes.   "What the happened here?!" Taeyong stared at the sight in front of him, slight horror evident in his brown orbs. He rubbed his eyes harshly to make sure that the scene in front of him is real and not a dream. The sight of pancake mix, eggs, and milk are messily scattered on the kitchen counter, while a large pan sits at the stove as smoke slowly fills their kitchen with a burning smell. Upon all those happening, two figures stood at the middle of the kitchen awkwardly, as they tried not to meet Taeyong's wild eyes.   "What did you guys do?!" Taeyong tried not to rip his hair in frustration as he went over to the stove to turn it off. He then opened their small window, letting the fresh air from outside in. As he went to see the very source of this madness, he spotted a stack of burn pancakes on a plate, its color not longer how a pancake should look like but rather a color of darkish-brown, like the shade of a branch of a tree.   Shaking his head in disappointment, Taeyong slowly turns to the two culprit, a smudge of flour on both their faces. "What the hell are you two planning to do?! Burn this whole building down and try to kill me in my sleep?!" Taeyong hissed, irritated.   "Tae, calm down. We weren't planning to do that, we're not that kind of people," Ten reasoned as he held a spatula in one of his hand. "Before you can blame me, it was all your boyfriend's fault. Just puttin' that out there."    Yuta narrowed his eyes at the Thai boy, as if not believing what the other had just said. "What?! This is not completely all my fault, you were the one that told me to put the stove to High!"   "Yeah, I did but I didn't actually do it. You--" Ten pointed the spatula towards the soccer player. "...turned it to High and you had a choice not to! Did I force you to do it?" Yuta kept his mouth shut. "See? I didn't, so clearly it's your fault."   "Are you kidding me?! You were the one who was doing all the cooking! All I did was turn the stove on for you!" Yuta argued back.   Ten rolled his eyes sassily. "Yes, weren't you a great help! I wouldn't know what to do if you didn't turn the stove on for me!" Ten said sarcastically. "Hell, we should do that again sometimes!"   Taeyong massaged his aching head as  he tried not to burst into fit at the moment. "Yah! You two just shut up! I don't give a who did what but all I'm going to say is, I'm not cleaning your messes up." Taeyong eyed the other two with a glare. "You both will do it. And it better be spotless the next time I see it!"   A few seconds of silence was the only thing heard, until a certain soccer player decided to open his mouth. "Hey, babe, no morning kiss?" Yuta cutely cood on the side as he winked at Taeyong.   "How about a morning kick?" Taeyong snapped, clearly not in the mood to deal with anyone early in the morning. "Yah, why are you even here Yuta? Don't you have your own place to burn?"   Yuta let out a chuckle as he took the pink apron he was wearing off and throwing it towards Ten who narrowed his eyes at the soccer player. "What the , Yuta? Do I look like a nanny to you?" Ten spat, annoyed. "With a beautiful face like mine, please."   The soccer player sauntered towards a still sleepy Taeyong, his hands coming up to Taeyong's waist as he placed a kiss on his forehead. "Mornin' babe," Yuta sweetly called as he let go of Taeyong. "And to answer your question, I woke up early today to see you before the match starts. I won't be able to do it later. I didn't want to wake you up, you looked tired from our date last night so Ten tried to help me cook breakfast for you." Yuta scratched the back of his nape as he sheepishly smiled. "But as you can see, that didn't turn out well, huh?"   Taeyong can only glare as he started to go back to his room, not sparing the other two a look and ignoring his boyfriend's protests because at that moment, going back to sleep is more important.   "Baby, but I made breakfast for you! You're not going to eat it?" Taeyong heard Yuta call out to him as he was about to reach the stairs. Turning around, Taeyong threw a glare towads his boyfriend, clearly still frustrated about the mess.   "You call that breakfast, Nakamoto?" Taeyong sighs as he continued to clim up the stairs and into his room, leaving his best friend and boyfriend to glare at each other  as they both started to clean up after their mess.   "Whipped." Ten teases.   Yuta scowled. "Shut the hell up, Chittaphon."     ---   "Hey, babe, wake up."   Taeyong felt a hot breath blew on his ear and he tried hard not to shudder at the sudden warmth. He stirred in his sleep but as soon as he moved, Taeyong felt a heavy weight pressing down onto his body, preventing him from moving. Alert, Taeyong snapped his eyes open, his orbs resting on the sight of Yuta grinning too sweetly at him that it made Taeyong make a mental note to tell the other how creepy he looks with that smile. Groaning, Taeyong tried to push the soccer player off of him but immediately froze once he felt something hard on Yuta's stomach, his hand still frozen on the soccer player's shirt.   "Wait, what," Taeyong mumbled to himself, confused. "Why is your stomach hard? Did you eat alot of those pancakes you made?"   Yuta laughed, delighted. "That's what you call abs, baby."   Oh. Those.   ​Clearing his throat awkwardly, Taeyong quickly retreated his hand back, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "Hm, y-you must work out a lot, huh?" Taeyong wondered when it started to get hot because he can feel his cheeks flushing with warmth.   I should start working out myself, too. Taeyong thought, his hand coming up to his own stomach as he sneakily pinched it, checking to see if he has those too. Unfortunately, all  he got was flabs.    Well, according to Taeyong anyway.    "I made breakfast for you," The soccer player announced. "Don't worry, I made a new one. Hansol helped me."    ​Taeyong turned to his boyfriend, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Hansol? He came here just to help you make breakfast for me?"   ​"He's still here. And yeah he did, we have a team  meeting in an hour and considering your place is close to the uni, I called him to come over to help me with actually making edible food for you." Yuta shook his head. "Your best friend, Ten, is the worst. I'm never going to ask him to help me with anything that involves cooking ever in my life."   Taeyong snorted. "It's not like you're any better."   Yuta gasped as he faked being hurt. "Yah, appreciate the things I do for you 'cause when it comes to you, I'd do anything to make you special."   ​Taeyong froze in his spot as he felt another blush creeping up his cheeks. He tried to shake the warmness t