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Taehyung never cooks, never cleans, and never wakes up first. But somehow you find him serving you breakfast in bed while the place looks spotless on Christmas morning. Besides the soft kiss that he planted on your temple, the smell of burnt pancakes and the strong aroma of the black coffee helped to wake up your senses. 

Before you could ask anything, he stopped your words by stuffing pancakes in your mouth.

“I need to ask you something,” you asked mid-chew. You raised your eyebrow in surprise, 

“Do I taste strawberries?” he let out a soft chuckle whilst wiping maple syrup from the corner of your mouth, 

“yea, strawberry pancakes”.

You continued to chew so you can finally speak properly. As you swallowed, you asked him, “what’s going on?” you asked genuinely. 

Before he answered, he removed the breakfast tray from your lap so he could wrap both of your hands around his. He looked at you with sincerity, it's as if you could already read his answer through his eyes. 

“You make me wanna be a better man,” he said softly. 

“What do you mean?” you asked confused. 

Taehyung sighed before he continued, “Listen…” 

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Taehyung was on the brink of bankruptcy. His business was a shitshow, he barely had friends because they were too busy being successful, he didn’t have his family because he left home at a young age to pursue his dream, and unfortunately nothing was working out. 

Ever since he moved to the city, it always felt like winter to him. He realized that, the lonelier you are, the colder it gets. When things don’t go his way, it was like being stuck in a pile of snow and he couldn’t get out - but then he met you. 

Desperately looking for a photographer, you just so happened to stumble upon his dusty rented studio. He thought you looked brilliant that day when you walked through the doors. Sharp, determined, and he just felt this burning passion within you. You reminded him of himself when he first moved to Seoul.

Just like him, you were starting your own business too. You were a freelance makeup artist, and you needed a photographer to help curate your business portfolio. But it seemed like every photographer in Seoul was fully booked and in demand, except for a certain hopeless boy. 

You didnt even need to see his other works for you to hire him, you just booked him and that was it, you were taking every chance you got just so you could build your own name. 

He was surprised by your actions, the way you trusted his services with no hesitation, it really puzzled him. 

He barely knew you, and you him. But somehow everything just clicked. Your ideas matched his, and you liked the way he would direct the whole photoshoot, leaving everything in his hands. He was just so natural with his job and you were enticed with his energy and the way he was so attentive to every detail, making sure everything was perfect. 

But Taheyung thought otherwise. To him, he was merely someone who was at the bottom of the food chain, a nameless nobody who had one last shot so he could prove himself. The way you were so dedicated to your job, running back and forth, and the way you were standing for 4 hours straight to make the models look pretty pushed him to not fuck things up. Because in front of him, was a girl who took a chance on a hopeless man. You were his bright flower during the winter,  and you were the prettiest in the room. 

That portfolio landed you big clients, VIPs, hotshots, A-listers, and so did Taehyung. And because of that, you both agreed to work together from then on to serve the same clients as a tandem but under separate businesses, like a package deal. 

Years after working together, even when the both of you were high up the pedestal, you realized some things. One, although Taehyung had a really good eye when working with a camera, he couldn’t spot a mess even if he tried. You constantly remind him to clean up after a job, or to organize things properly but he never learns. Not even when you started living together when you both had enough money to pay rent, and enough courage to finally admit that you were both whipped. 

Two, you soon realize that Taehyung cannot cook for his life, as a matter of fact, it might even end it during the process. So ever since moving together, you were in charge of the cooking while he did the cleaning, to which, you also had to supervise because his definition of ‘clean’ was not the same as yours. 

Three, his body was in a whole different time zone. His day would start at 2 in the afternoon at the least. You didn’t understand how he manages such a lifestyle, but then after some time you learn that he’s much more productive at night than in the day. He wasn’t good at basic life skills, but he was pretty damn excellent at his job, and he made sure of that. Because he owes everything to you, for believing in him, you were his snow flower, and he doesn’t want to (and can’t) let you down. Never. 

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“You don’t see it because you usually head out first in the morning,” he paused. Lightly chuckling to himself before he continued, “but I make my bed now when I wake up.”

You wanted to say something, but he insisted on letting him finish. 

“I didn’t like plants before, but now I find myself watering the office plants while on the phone and I don’t even realize it,”

“I call waiters and waitresses by their names now, a habit of yours that I picked up. And because you said it makes them feel appreciated. And, you’re right, the service does get one hundred times better,” you chuckled. You did teach him that, you explained it was basic human etiquette. 

“One time, on one of our dates in the park, I bought us corn dogs, do you remember?” You tried to think of that particular date, but before your memories could cater to you, he began to speak again. 

“That night we were sitting at the park bench, and then we saw a stray dog five feet away. You were just about to take a bit from your corn dog, but you called the stray and fed him everything instead. You said that he needed more than you did. You said you could only imagine being hungry and not being able to tell anyone about it. From then on I always make sure to give some food to the strays when I see them on the way home” he said so fast without stopping to breathe. 

It overwhelmed you, you admit. You never thought that Taehyung was so attentive to you the whole time and the things you did that you don’t even remember. 

“My point is,” he continued again, interrupting you from processing your thoughts. “You’re so good to me, y/n. In all ways.” 

“I took the time to wake up early for Christmas, to try and make breakfast for you like you do for me every single day. Obviously, there was an attempt,” he chuckled. You looked at the burnt pancakes across from you, smiling at his efforts to try and do something for you.

“I was in a dark, cold place, y/n. It was so hard back then. To me everything was dull,” he paused before taking your hands once more in his. 

“But you came into my life. A flower that bloomed into my life, you gave me spring in the winter.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, Taehyung had other ways of showing his appreciation and that included random gifts, but they never come in words. Which to you, is more priceless than any gift you have ever received. 

“I love you, Kim Taehyung” was all you managed to say, but somehow, to Taehyung that was everything.

He kissed you like he hadn’t for a long time. Making sure you feel every bit of his love that he has on your lips. Slowly, surely, and passionately. He cupped your face while he stroked the curve of your cheeks. As if letting you know that he is here, he is present, and he will never let you go. 

You both stopped to catch you breaths. He looked at you the way that did earlier. Tucking a strand of your behind your ear.