Doojoon smiled. Today was a bright day for him.

Dongwoon didn’t have any schedule for today and he finished his schedule earlier. While the others needed to stay back for practice. Doojoon thought to get on his third mission today.

Well, again, his plan was cooking.

Yup, Yoon Doojoon was deciding to show his talent again on cooking Dongwoon’s favourite food to get his heart.

Doojoon smiled when he entered the hypermarket. This time he didn’t hide his face like before but proudly entered the hypermarket.

“Omo, it’s Beast.” A girl said. Doojoon smiled to her and walked to get basket.

“Wah, I can’t believe myself.” The girl’s friend said.

Doojoon just plastered a smile to who knows him. He was concentrating to get the ingredient for the food.

“Oppa, can I get your sign?” A girl approached when he was picking vegetables. Doojoon smiled.

“Okay.” The girl squealed and handed a paper. Doojoon put his basket down and took the paper.

“Here.”

“Gomawo oppa.” Doojoon smiled and the girl left.

“Oppa, can I take picture?” Doojoon nodded. A group of fans came.

Doojoon just smiled. ‘Hm, hope it’s not too late.’

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Doojoon entered the dorm. Dongwoon was sitting on the couch, watching TV.

“Ouh, did you eat yet Woonie?” Dongwoon looked up. He narrowed his eyes when he saw plastic bags in Doojoon’s hands.

“No.” Doojoon smiled.

“Good.” Doojoon entered the kitchen and put the plastic bags on the table.

Dongwoon raised his brow. Doojoon walked out from the kitchen and smiled to Dongwoon.

“I will make the dinner for you.” Doojoon said and entered the room to change his cloths.

Dongwoon wrinkled in question.

‘He’s cooking?’

Doojoon walked out from the room. Dongwoon ignored him.

Doojoon quickly set everything to start cooking.

Dongwoon could hear Doojoon was working in the kitchen. Slowly, he felt curious and walked to the kitchen.

Dongwoon peeked into the kitchen. He stared at the leader’s back.

Doojoon was busy and didn’t realize Dongwoon was looking at him. He smiled while doing his chores. He was thinking of his wife.

Dongwoon bit his lips. He could feel his heartbeat. He could feel something familiar. He knew this feeling. Déjà vu.

He stood there, watching every movement and steps of the leader. He can’t take off his eyes from him.

Doojoon was cutting the vegetables for the soup. But accidentally, he cut his finger.

“Auch.” Doojoon hissed.

Just before he could put his finger into his mouth, a hand grabbed his han