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It’s not the scent of waffles that drags one kim taehyung out of bed in the morning, nor is it the sound of his alarm clock blaring Nyan cat at an ungodly decibel.
No, what got the young vocalist to move out of the safety and warmth of his comforter was a curious sound coming from the kitchen, “Is someone watching a zombie movie off their phone?” he mumbles to himself as he sits up, deep brown eyes bleary with sleep.
Quietly sliding out into the hallway he realizes belatedly that if it were anyone watching a movie it would have to be yoongi hyung, as the rest of the squad™ were out on schedules. Just as the kitchen comes into view he’s rooted to the place in shock, the scene unfolding before him making him question if he actually woke up.
There, stationed in front of a bowl of cream colored batter, was yoongi hyung
with a funnel?
“Y-Yoongi hyung?” The younger asks, shuffling forward hesitantly, “What are you doing?”
The rapper stands up and, after wiping some batter remains off the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, gestures to a nearby waffle iron,
“I’m making waffles… obviously”
“Well, yeah but” Taehyung motions his hands rather wildly, “Like, what are you doing with a funnel”
Yoongi responds to this by pulling out a tube from behind his back, sticking it onto the funnel, and guzzling waffle batter right before his eyes.
Taehyung watches, mesmerized. How could someone drink that with such skill and efficiency?
Feeling inspired, he rushes forward and rips the tube out of yoongi's hold, some batter spewing over them in the process before he can begin his batter drinking.
“Yes, you see now,” Yoongi strokes tae’s hair gently, he glances at the younger’s lips and quickly darts in, licking away some stray batter, “This is the way”
And then they fucked
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