Hold Me Tight (Completed) ✔️

Chapter 19

Seokjin's pov

I was on my way to our house. We had a meeting with the director afternoon but he had to cancel it in the last minute due to some urgent personal matter. I was glad I could go back early though. Eliza is home and she must be bored doing nothing. Today's my birthday and I'm feeling a light homesickness.

I miss how I spent it with my family mostly with my brothers since our parents were always busy. I'm not going to tell Eliza though, I'm a grown up I don't want to scream telling it's my birthday. She is really matured too. Well she's about 25. First few days we didn't talk to each other that much. But pretty soon we have become really close that we can't practically push a day without seeing or atleast speaking with each other. One way or other without even realising she made me feel happy and home.

I pulled over the car in our driveway and headed inside. I took steps straight to our common meeting spot, that's the couch area attached to the kitchen.

The view I had was something I didn't expect to see at all. She was in the kitchen cleaning the cutting board while frequently checking her phone. She was wearing a pastel pink off the shoulder sweater with an old navy distressed denim, her hair up in a messy bun and a white apron barely tied onto her tiny waist accentuated by the high waist jeans.

I stood there watching her looking puzzled at the vegetables and her phone left and right. I couldn't help myself but chuckle at her cute pouty face. She heard me and looked up and saw me standing there. Her face flashed various emotions, surprise then happiness and finally confusion at my early arrival.

"Why are you here?" She frowned but still with a smile as her dimples threatened to make an appearance.

"Do you not want me here? Ouch." I faked a tear.

"I didn't mean that you punk." She giggled.

"Yahh, show me some respect I'm your professor." I started whining. I know she gets mad when I does that but I also know she secretly likes it. I know I'm cute.

"What did I say about that word in this household?" She scolded. I remembered that we entered into an agreement saying once we step inside our home we will set aside all the designated names and be friends like we actually are.

"Ok ok, I remember." I gave in. "So tell me what are you doing? Did you forget your way to the pantry and steal the snacks?" I chuckled.

"Yahh, be nice. I'm trying to cook, okay?" She replied trying to look so serious, which is seriously failing because of how cute she looks right now.

"Alright, what are you cooking then? I see you have seaweed sheets."

"Gimbap." She cheerfully replied flashing her deep dimples.

"Jjinja? Woahhh. I can't thank you enough." I have been craving for some for the past few days and I have even told her one time. I really didn't think she would remember it.

"Yah, I'm not making it for you. I just needed to check what it tastes like." She scoffed but I know very well from the sparkle in her eyes that she did it for me.

"I will make the rice then." I quickly took the other apron on the counter and tied it on my waist.

"I was planning to make it on my own, but it's good this way." She smiled gratefully. I knew she didn't like to be stuck in the kitchen all by herself. "I will cut the radish then." She turned to the cutting board that was resting there with uncut radish waiting to be chopped while we had this long conversation.

First thing I noticed was her holding the knife in a sloppy way which made my heart beat raise because of the tiny fear that she might cut herself. She in a way reminded me of my brother Namjoon. He's really bad at this too.

"Oh no. Let me show you how to do it." I scooted over her side and took the knife from her, chopping slowly.

"Do it like this. You gave me an attack before. Even my future child will be able to do it better than that." I teased her, I like it when she gets mad. Her face gets red, then stomps on the floor and blew over the hair that falls on her face. But this time she didn't get worked up.

"You are an old man, your face says it all. That's why you are an expert in kitchen." She scoffed while trying to imitate and over exaggerate how I cut the vegetables just before.

"I'm not old. I'm fricking 29 only." I replied in high octaves. How old did she think I am?

"You are 29. That makes you only about four years older than me. You must be a prodigy to be a professor at this age then." She replied wide eyed and mouth open.

"I don't think I'm that much of a prodigy." I scratched my head suddenly feeling embarassed. "Do I really look that old?" I asked.

"Yup, I can see your grey hair from here dude." I quickly touched my hair forgetting the fact that she's messing with me. She doubled over on the counter clutching her stomach laughing.

"Not funny." I put on a serious face.