Aya's Pov

After making sure that Namjoon was awake, I went downstairs to prepare our breakfast. Well, maybe my breakfast only, since he doesn't eat with me. I first opened my playlist and played my favorite songs before beginning my preparation. After that, I started to scramble some eggs and fry some bacon strips. Then, I placed the slices of bread in the toaster to let them toast. Of course, what would a toaster do than toasting, right? And while I am in the midst of cooking, my favorite bop played, making me swing my hips as I sing along.

"Every time that you get undressed
I hear symphonies in my head
I wrote this song just looking at you, oh, oh
Yeah, the drums they swing low

And the trumpets they go (And they playing for you girl)
And the trumpets they go (Ah, yeah)
Yeah, the trumpets they go

Da da, da ra-ra da
Da da, da ra-ra da
Da da, da ra-ra da (Oh)
Yeah, the trumpets they go
Da da, da ra-ra da (Go, go, go)
Da da, da ra-ra da (Go, go)
Da da, da ra-ra da (Go, go, go)
And they go"

This is my everyday routine in the morning: cooking while listening to songs. It makes me enjoy the mornings even though it's not always as good as I want it to be. Also, Namjoon goes down after an hour I wake him up, which lets me enjoy my time alone in the kitchen. It took me a few minutes to finish cooking breakfast, then I started to make a soup for Namjoon's hangover. And at the same time, another bop played which let me wander into my feels. I took the ladle and used it as my imaginary microphone.

"And I know she'll be the death of me
At least we'll both be numb
And she'll always get the best of me
The worst is yet to come

But at least we'll both be beautiful and stay forever young
This I know, yeah, this I know

She told me, "Don't worry about it"
She told me, "Don't worry no more"
We both know we can't go without it
She told me you'll never be in love, oh, oh, ooh

I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, woah
I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, woah

And I know she'll be the death of me
At least we'll both be numb
And she'll always get the best of me
The worst is yet to come
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
This I know (this I know), girl, I know

She told me, "Don't worry about it"
She told me, "Don't worry no more"
We both knew we can't go without it
She told me you'll never be in love, oh, oh, o— Oh my goodness!"

I almost jumped from astonishment when I saw Namjoon standing by the corner, body leaning on the wall while arms are crossed on his chest. I felt heat rush to my face as I immediately turned around and turn the music off. Was he standing there for long? Ugh, I just embarrassed myself. I tried to act normal and focused myself on stirring the soup that I was cooking until I heard his voice.

"Why did you stop?" He asked, voice still deep and intimidating.

I hesitantly glanced back at him and flashed a timid smile as I say, "Breakfast is almost ready, love. You can take your seat."

Even though I know he won't eat with me, I always prepare his plate and utensils, and I never forgot to invite him for breakfast. I now truned off the stove and reached for the bowl I placed beside it. I poured enough soup and closed the pot. But when I turned around, I saw him sitting on his chair, which surprised me. Is he going to join me?

"Uh, love," I called when I reached the table, "I made a soup for your hangover. It will help you for the day." I said while placing the bowl in front of him.

"Thanks," He uttered and took a spoon to taste it.

I went to my seat beside his and placed the table napkin on my lap. After two years, I can't believe he is really joining me for breakfast right now, and it made me smile a little to see that he's almost done with the soup I made.

"Uhm, how was it?" I asked, that made him look at me.

"It's good." He answered with a nod, so I smiled and reached for the bacon and egg.

"Here, would you like some?" I offered and when he agreed, I served him on his plate.

I can't help but to watch him eat. Am I seeing it right? He is eating the food I cooked! Like, literally swallowing it. However, when he glanced at me, I immediately looked away. Aish, he might think I'm some crazy person. I'll just eat and be quiet.

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Namjoon's Pov

When I saw her singing and swaying her hips, it felt as if I was in a slow-motion. The way her hair perfectly move from side to side, as the bright smile on her face was plastered while she sings, it made my heart beat faster than the usual. I must say, she has a wonderful voice. I can't help but to lean against the wall to watch her, she looks so adorable. From Trumpets, to Can't Feel My Face, my eyes never left her and watched every small movementshe does. But to my unfortunate circumstances, she spotted me later on.

"She told me, "Don't worry about it"
She told me, "Don't worry no more"
We both knew we can't go without it
She told me you'll never be in love, oh, oh, o— Oh my goodness!"

I can see how her life almost flashed on her eyes after seeing me. She quickly turned around and stopped the music, which made me frown. I didn't even tell her to end it.

"Why did you stop?" I asked, but she ignored my question and just invited me to breakfast.

I just sighed and went on my seat. I observed the food she cooked, which are scrambled eggs and bacon with butter toasts. Even though these are just simple dishes, the aroma is very welcoming and delicious. To be honest, I sometimes regret that I don't join her for every meal. But when she makes lunch for me at work, I always made sure to eat it after she leaves.

"Uh, love, I made a soup for your hangover. It will help you for the day." She softly uttered and placed the bowl in front of me.

"Thanks," I said and scooped some with my spoon.

The lingering scent of the soup already made my mouth water, and it looked so appetizing as well. And when I finally tasted it, it was as if my irises got bigger. Fudge, and this is what I'm missing for two years already. Then, she offered me some of the bacom and eggs, which I gladly accepted. Without hesitation, I began to eat after finishing the soup, and in my peripheral view, I can see her watching me. But when I glanced at her, she looked away and started to eat. Why do I see it adorable?

"I'm not going to work today." I initiated and secretly checked her reaction, but I didn't see happiness in her expression. Instead, I saw worry as she faced me.

"Why? Are you not feeling well?" She asked while being hesitant on holding my hand.

"I'm fine, don't worry." I uttered and ascended my hand to hold hers, which made hers eyes to land on it.

But it didn't last long because she slipped it off as she nod. I guess things will be harder than I thought.

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Author's Pov

After their breakfast, Namjoon decided to stay at the living room and look for some movies that she might like to watch. Meanwhile, Aya was left in the kitchen to wash the dishes. This the most memorable breakfast she had with him for the past two years, because back in their honeymoon, Namjoon left her to work right after the day of their wedding. Since then, it started to be the usual happenings.

On the other hand, it took Namjoon a lot of things to consider before finding the perfect movie to watch together. He thought that she might like to binge watch all the Pitch Perfect movies since she seemingly loves to sing and dance. So, he waited patiently for her while already imagining how fun it might be for later. However, it has been two hours already and there's still no sight of her approaching yet.

"Does she not like it when I'm home? I rarely even do this, but she's no where." He mumbled under his breath as he stood up to look for her.

But before he could go farther, he heard clicking sound on the staircase, causing for him to look at that direction and see Aya with her casual attire. She's wearing a white, laced long-sleeved blouse and a faded jeans to compliment the top, lastly with her beige doll shoes. Her hair is down and the small, gold pendant of her necklace completes her look, with a natural make-up on her face. Even though he was mesmerized by her, he still felt quite sad. Is she leaving him while he is home?

"Love, I'll just go to the supermarket, to buy groceries. Also, I have to buy something at the department store. I will be back by lunch, but in any case that it's already 12:30 and I'm still not home, there's food in the fridge for you. Just heat it up." Aya informed before leaving a peck on his cheek.

However, Namjoon didn't respond and just stared at her, so she just smiled faintly and walked around him. And when she was already by the door, a call stopped her.

"Don't go," Namjoon uttered, turning around to face her and saw confusion on her face. "I mean, don't go yet."

"Why? Is there something you want me to buy for you?" She queried.

"Uhm, don't go yet because.... I'm coming with you." He said, "Uh, yes, I have nothing to do here, so might as well just help you. But of course, if you don't want to–"

"I'll wait for you outside." She smiled and went out.

Namjoon let out a sigh of relief, thankful that she took it easier than expected. He then moved diligently and looked for something nice to wear. Maybe a short-sleeved polo shirt and jeans will do. When he was done, he checked the house and turned off every electrical appliances that they will leave, before going out of the house to lock it.

"Let's use my car." He stated and pressed something to unlock the doors.

Surprisingly, he opened the door for her and asked her to take a sit on the passenger's seat. I mean, if they would travel together, it's either they will use separate cars or Aya will sit in the back seat. Without saying a word, Aya just obliged and put on the seatbelt. And now, they're off to the mall.

During the trip, Aya is just quietly sitting while watching the buildings they pass by. It's slightly frustrating for Namjoon, because he wants her to speak to him. Glancing at her side, he bit his lip as he thinks of something to ask her.

"Uh, how are you these days?" He asked, tensing a little from the awkward atmosphere between them.

"Huh?" She mumbled as her gaze landed on him, surprised by his sudden remarks.

"I said, how are you?" He repeated, snapping her out of her mind.

"O-Oh! I'm fine, yes. Uhm, thank you for asking." She answered anxiously, internally screaming for being so awkward.

"That's, uh, great. I'm fine as well, if you're wondering." He informed, glancing at her from time to time. "The company is doing well, too. The income percentage increased by a quarter, since there are lots of passengers nowadays." He added when she was silent.

"That's good then." She mumbled, nodding a bit to acknowledge.

"Yeah.... It is." He whispered, a little disappointed that his attempt didn't went well.

On the other hand, Aya felt relieved when she saw that they're getting nearer the mall. It felt suffocating and awkward inside the car. And the fact that Namjoon is starting a conversation with her made her feel overwhelmed. It confuses her, for he never does this. What's up with him now? Is he doing some kind of show? Whatever his intentions may be, it's making her befuddled.