The next morning, Taeyong had thought he would stay in bed and sulk at how unfair things were until Jaehyun would come and tell him that he missed him at dinner or something. However, it was nine already and his stomach was crying for food. He had started to give up when someone bounded on to his bed, knocking all air out of him.

"How are you still in bed and not waving a broom around?" Ten pulled off his covers, jarring the morning silence.

"Ten, it's too early for this kind of noise." Johnny groaned from the other side of the room.

Ten smirked. "What kind of noise do you think I should wake you up then?"

Taeyong sighed, pushing Ten off himself. He couldn't bear to see their flippant flirting so early in the morning, especially when he was supposed to be sulking. "Next time, please jump on Johnny and scream in his ear. I think one of my ribs cracked."

"No, you're the special one," Ten said, still smiling impishly.

Johnny pulled Ten away. "Don't, he's nursing heartbreak."

"He's what!? Wait, who hurt our Taeyongie? Heartbreak and his pretty face? Uh uh, error not found."

Taeyong couldn't help but smile. He did throw his pillow at Johnny though. "Stop being Allkpop and spreading rumours. It's nothing, Ten. Just a headache."

"I have a very good cure for headaches," Ten began, winking seductively.

"Okay, that's enough. I'm going to see to breakfast." Taeyong escaped.

He was thinking of what was easy to make and wondered whether he could play the pity card and just ask Yuta to make some pancakes. He was craving pancakes ever since their last visit to America where he had tried some really good ones. It was a special recipe that he had wanted to request the hotel cook for but had been too shy to actually ask.

He entered the kitchen and stopped. He blinked, and then blinked again.

Because there he was.

Jaehyun, poring over the stove, with his back towards him. He could see that he was turning around already, probably aware of his entry.

Suddenly, Taeyong had an overwhelming urge to run back to his room and check his hair. Maybe put on a clean t-shirt. Why oh why had he slept in last night's clothes?

"Taeyongie," Jaehyun said, smiling at him as he turned around.

"J-Jaehyun." Taeyong cursed himself inwardly for stuttering like that. What was happening to him? Okay so maybe Jaehyun was a vision in the morning light and maybe it was the way his hair shined, inviting him to touch it, to test its softness. And of course, he liked it when Jaehyun sometimes dropped the hyung, though he would never admit it. "You're up early?"

"I looked in before and you were sleeping. Yuta told me you had a headache last night so I thought I'd make you something good to eat. Just a second-"

Taeyong walked closer to him, peering over his shoulder, already ready to eat even burnt bread if Jaehyun had made it for him.

Jaehyun was still talking, "I didn't get a chance to taste these but I hope they taste good." He pushed the plate of raisin and ginger pancakes towards Taeyong. "Oh wait, here's some honey you can put over them." His ears were a little red and he was looking away, as if really interested in the honey jar.

"These are..." T