JIMIN ONE SHOT

PART-1 CRUSH

ROSÉ POV

I was in class, quietly listening to the teacher when she suddenly pull out a list and assign everyone a random cooking partner.

Everyone was annoyed but I was nervous.

One by one, my classmates began forming into their groups.

I was the only person that hadn't been called, so my teacher instruct me to work with my crush Jimin. My heart dropped.

I knew he was behind me, staring at me but I refused to look.

I heard him curse, visibly annoyed but eventually he left his friend group and came beside me.

His presence was overwhelming. He towered over me which made everything harder.

" This is going to be fun. " He says in a sarcastic tone.

I finally look up at him, somehow irritated.

He looked down at me, an amused grin on his lips

" Can you cook? "

I took a while to formulate an answer. This was the first time Jimin, my crush was directly speaking to me and it was slightly nerve ranking.

He shook his head chuckling to himself when I didn't answer his questions.

" Whatever. "

He walked over to the front of the classroom and grabbed two aprons off the hanger and returned with them.

" Here. " He said handing me one.

I gave him a kind smile.

" Thanks. "

He rolled up his sleeves revealing his toned arms and put on his apron. I admired his muscles. He caught me staring but didn't comment.

" Shit. " I mumble struggling to tie the apron.

" Do you need help? " Jimin asked staring at me.

" No. "

" That's not how you do it. " He said hovering behind me. He gently pushed my hands away and wrapped it around my waist.

" Tight enough. " His hands remained there gripping me until I finally answered.

" Yes. " He released me and shifted his glaze.

He read the ingredients in the book with a slight frown on his face, deep in concentration.

" Can you mix? " He asked, eyes glued to the book.

I nodded although he couldn't see.

" Use your words. " He requested flipping the page.

" Yes, I can mix. "

His lips twisted into a smile.

" Thank you. "

I mocked him and searched for the ingredients in the cabinet. He analysed me but didn't intervene.

Not once did he removed his attention off me. I was intimidating but annoying at the same time.

It got quite messy but neither of us cared.

He handed me the flour.

" Pour it slowly. " He instruct staring into my eyes deeply.

" Okay, okay. " I said slightly nervous.

I made sure not to overflow it. He was pleased. But suddenly, my hand twist. I cursed and shifted accidentally spilling flour on his shoes. He stared down at his feet with a clenched jaw.

" Shit, sorry sorry sorry. "

I expected him to insult me but the corner of his lips curled into the tiniest smile.

To be continue......