"Good morning!" Taeyong's voice chimed as Donghyuck walked into the room.
He didn't realize everybody was already sitting down for breakfast.
"Pick one," Taeyong turned to him with a spatula in his hands. "Smiley face, Mickey Mouse or Minnie Mouse?"
A blue and white striped apron hanging off him with the words 'Bubu's kitchen' written on it.
"Bubu?" Donghyuck said out loud with a tilt of his head.
"Huh?" Taeyong looked taken back by the word before his eyebrows dipped in realization. "Ah you mean my apron? It's just an old nickname."
Yuta snorted from his seat.
"What's so funny?" Taeyong narrowed his eyes before placing a hand on his hip.
"I just find it funny how you haven't thrown that away," Yuta said as he sipped on his orange juice but his eyes didn't have a gleam in amusement. "Considering who gave it to you."
Ten reached over and slap Yuta on the arm with a shake of his head.
"It's alright," Taeyong said to Ten before glaring at Yuta again. "I will once I find another cute one. Do you want me to spill stuff on my clothes?"
Yuta didn't respond but he let out a small yell when Ten kicked him in the shin with a small 'Asshole' being mumbled in the air.
"Anyway," Taeyong popped a smile back onto his face. "Which one?"
"I'm ok," Donghyuck shook off the question as he laced his fingers together nervously. "I don't eat breakfast."
He gave Taeyong a small smile before walking towards the table and sitting next to Mark.
Donghyuck furrowed his brows when he didn't hear anyone speak and peeked up.
Jeno's brows were raised and his mouth was a little bit dropped open as he looked at everyone else at the table.
Johnny was letting out small coughs because he was choking on his food but somehow kept himself quiet.
Yuta was chuckling a bit but didn't looked up from his food.
Ten was looking at everyone else with his lips parted in an o shape and letting out small huff like someone just got roasted.
Donghyuck frowned and turned to Mark but the black haired boy was looking him dead in the eyes with a guilty expression.
"Did...did I do something wrong?" Donghyuck whispered to Mark but the elder just held onto his hand and gave it a squeeze.
"Excuse me, young man," Taeyong stood closer to the table with his hands balled into fists on his hips. "What did you just say to me?"
"I... I didn't- what?" Donghyuck tilted his head to the side.
He was so confused.
He replayed the conversation in his head but he couldn't think of anything he said wrong.
Donghyuck felt his hands shake a little as he became anxious but another small squeeze from Marks hand made it stop.
"Are you telling me that you don't eat breakfast?" Taeyong raised his brows as high as they could go. "You don't eat until lunch time?"
(A/N: Me tho-)
"No. I dont have any lunch money so I normally get a snack after school-" Donghyuck tried to say but a loud gasp cut him off.
"What?!" Taeyong looked mortified. "I can't- oh my god-"
Taeyong put his hands on his head before stalking back into the kitchen while mumbling things out of shock.
"Dude, you are so screwed," Jeno barked out a loud laugh as he threw his head back.
"Shut up," Mark leaned reached his around behind Donghyuck to smack his brother in the head. "Don't scare him."
"Im not scared," Donghyuck pinched Mark's hand that was still in his.
"I mean he isn't wrong tho," Ten said as he put some food in his mouth. "Taeyong might have a heart attack in there."
"His ass would comeback to haunt all of us," Yuta snorted before pointing his fork at Donghyuck. "You are crazy, man."
"I dont understand," Donghyuck couldn't help the way his lips fell into a pout before he plopped his forehead on the table in front of him.
"Cute kid, Markie," Johnny laughed before choking on his food again.
Donghyuck felt his ears turn red as he let out a small frustrated groan.
He hates these people.
They never make any sense.
They are always saying and doing weird things.
"I think that's the only time I'll agree with you-" Ten couldn't finish his sentence because the kitchen door was swung open and silence fell upon the table once again.
"No, no, no," Taeyong rushed through the doors and the sound of clanking glass sounded in his ears.
Donghyuck sat up quickly before his eyes almost bursted out of his head at how much stuff Taeyong was holding.
Taeyong rushed over to where Donghyuck was sitting and began placing a bunch of different things down infront of him.
"I dont know where you think you are right now but I will not have any of my-" Taeyong was cut off by Yuta.
"Go easy on the kid," Yuta said lightly but quickly shut up when he was given Taeyong's most deadly glare.
"Nuh-uh," Taeyong said loudly before he placed a plate and a bowl down before placing a cup down as well. "You be quiet."
"Whenever you are at my house," Taeyong lectured to Donghyuck. "Everybody eats three meals with no exceptions. Breakfast is important for you and you shouldn't skip it!"
Taeyong reached forward to rip a paper towel off the roll before placing it on Donghyuck's lap as he continued to rant.
"And to not even eat until after school?!" Taeyong grabbed the syrup from the table and began to pour it on Donghyuck's plate. "I cannot believe this and I refuse to accept it! You are gonna make yourself sick. You better eat up all this food or I might cry myself to sleep tonight."
"Well maybe not all of it because I didn't know your preferences so I brought out options," Taeyong stopped pouring the syrup and grabbed a small reusable straw and placing it in Donghyuck's drink. "But I do want you to know right now that I don't care what time it is and if you are hungry you can come in this house and eat something or I will gladly make you food regardless of the circumstances."
Taeyong finally huffed out a last breathe before sitting down at his spot at the end of the table.
Donghyuck felt his whole body shake at all of Taeyongs words. Each one hitting him to the core and creating a painful twist along with something else.
Sure, Taeyong just yelled at him but this was different then when his parents yelled.
When his parents yelled, it was like fire trying to burn his skin and his heart. A physical pain that caused his emotions to combust into nothing. He got used to it.
This was nothing like that.
Taeyong didn't yell to hurt him.
Taeyong lectured and scolded him so that he would've improve something.
What the hell is going on?
"I didn't mean to offend you..." Donghyuck said quietly before he felt Mark squeeze his hand in reassurance.
He forgot that their hands were still clasped together. He didn't even notice that his hand was holding Mark's like an anchor.
"You didn't offend me hun," Taeyong said with a small smile on his face. "I'm just worried about you."
Donghyuck felt something rip through his chest. Like claws tearing at the seams of his heart.
Worried
About
Me?
"Anyway, just eat up your food because we have a nice trip planned today!" Taeyong cheered loudly as the table began to fall back into its loud conversations.
Donghyuck looked down at his plate.
There was a large pancake with two smaller pancakes in the corners of it. There was chocolate syrup and blueberries to make a face and there was strawberry slices between the two smaller pancakes to make a bow.
Minnie Mouse.
Donghyuck let a smile slip on his face before he glanced at Mark.
The older boy was talking a million miles a minute about the most random things.
From the side, he could see the perfect slope of Mark's nose and his defined cheek bone and sharp jawline. The short but thick row of eyelashes that complimented chocolate eyes.
Donghyuck peered down at Marks plate to see it was untouched.
He furrowed his brows before realizing Mark's dominant hand was in his own, probably making it difficult for him to eat.
Donghyuck made a move to let go but Mark's hand stayed clamped around his own. Mark's thumb giving a small stroke to his knuckles. Mark didnt even stop talking or look at him while he did it.
It was almost subconscious.
Donghyuck's cheeks turned red as he looked at Mark's plate again.
Everything was the same as his own minus the strawberry bow.
Mickey Mouse.
Donghyuck smiled again but let a small silent laugh leave him before he finally began to eat his food.
They match.