It was somewhat bright; the atmosphere.

Yoongi could see Park Jimin’s lovable face on the syrupy whipped cream.  His smile, too. The smile that made him melt into Min Yoongi’s gaze — then later; into his embrace.

To think they had ended up like this. It was like one of those love stories from a book. Just the cover, itself, could express the fluttering hearts they had.

This everlasting relationship actually made him, Yoongi, a lot cleverer; it made him realize a lot, too.

If it wasn’t because of Jimin, he wouldn’t have been the happiest person in the world.

He wouldn’t have been Park Jimin’s love.

“I kept baking till I discovered the sugarcoated sweetness called you.”