Mi Amor✔️

5

“Taehyung, why in the name of hell does this face look like a pumpkin? Mi Amor is nowhere close to this.” Jimin scrunched his nose. Disliking the art he had painted. A week into him taking lessons from Taehyung. Still he wasn't able to draw your face.

“Jimin that doesn't just look like a pumpkin. It's actually a pumpkin you've drawn.” Taehyung lightly giggled. “Yesterday it was a pear, today a pumpkin. And prior to these both it was apples. I suggest you start mastering the art of nature instead of visual sculptures.”

Jimin gasped, shaking his head. “No way, I'm a King. I don't intend to start my own art gallery. Drawing kindergarten paintings.” Taehyung agrees, stifling a laugh. “I think I know where I'm going wrong.” He smiled, finally Jimin was getting back on the right track or that's what he thought.

“I haven't spent enough time with Y/N throughout this entire week. Maybe, me visiting her right now would inculcate that hidden inspiration and passion back in me. Witness these brushes dazzle back with my enigmatic talent Taehyung. See you tomorrow.”

Grabbing his coat placed on the desk. He rushed out of the room. Not waiting for Taehyung to reply. “I'm the teacher, he's meant to obey me. But here is, running away from me for his lover. Coming up with a lame excuse of lack of motivation.”

Taehyung scoffed, concentrating back on his painting. Jimin hopped around the palace. “Do you know where my Y/N is?” Smiling excitedly he asks the royal guard. He nods his head telling him about your whereabouts. The guard was scared of the King. But couldn't show his nervous state.

After all, he didn't acclaim him any harm. All the male wanted was his lover's location. “Thank you.” Bowing at him he walks away. Leaving behind a perplexed guard. Jimin entered the royal kitchen. Your figure stood on one of the shelves, leading him to furrow his eyebrows.

“God why would they place these jars so damn up high? They should think about a pretty lady like me who's hungry and despondent to eat something.”

Jimin chuckled. Resting his right palm on his cheek watching you interestingly.

“King Jimin, I don't know what your upto these days. The least you could do for me, is ask your maids to change the place of these grocery tins. It would lessen my efforts into getting these whole damn heavy jars down these shelves.”

He made a mental note to instruct his maids later to shift those jars as per your wish.

“Ahh!” a loud squeal being heard from you, edges him to run to you. Catching your falling figure in his arms. Your eyes shut tight. Arms falling loosely waiting for the impact. Jimin's eyes were fear stricken. “Are you fine Mi Amor?” Hearing his voice you shot them open.

“Yes I am. Thank you so much for saving me.” He hesitantly placed you down on the ground, eyeing your figure. Confirming to himself you were alright.

“I'm a clumsy person haha.” Gazing at the kitchen counter you try to play it off cool. Jimin brings you in his embrace patting your head. “Do not fear, I'm here for you. I forever will be. Should I punish those maids for placing stuff up so high?”

Was it an instinct or perhaps his caring nature you didn't know? But you found yourself hugging him back for the first ever time. A huge smile curves up Jimin's lips.

“You don't have to punish them. They've been working here for years. It's my first time entering the kitchen. My hunger brought me here.” Jimin rubbed your back. Soothing your tensed muscles.

“I won't punish them. In return you'll have to promise me, to never enter this place all alone ok? Today I was present. In my absence who shall take care of you? I can't take the risk of you hurting yourself.” His chest ached. He can't leave his love alone.

“Fine, you win. I won't enter here without you.” Moving yourself back you peer into his eyes. Those grey orbs were so ferocious. When it came to you, the light that reflected in them was indescribable. Softness and empathy was all it spoke. He knew each and every way to convince you to agree to his assortments.

The most fascinating part was that everything was related to you. And solely focused on your happiness and safety. “King Jimin, would you like to lend me a helping hand in cooking?” Jimin nods his head instantly, agreeing. Removing the royal blazer of his body.

His sleeves were crinkled and rolled up due to previous activity at Taehyung's place. “A perfect man is one who participates equally in his love's interests and hobbies.” Tying the apron around him he turns to look at you. That soft smile never faltered on his lips. It seemed to grow wider.

“Cooking ain't my hobby or something that interests me. I had to come here as a forced obligation. Since I was craving some noodles, the maids couldn't prepare the exact flavoured food. I wanted to eat.”

You quickly correct his misunderstanding. “I know my love, I know. Now there, you're about to hurt yourself again.” You tilt your head, wondering what he meant? Paying no heed to his words. You start chopping vegetables. A warm hand was felt on the side of your waist. Your breath hitched.

“Always remember to wear an apron before cooking. Knowing you're a cleanliness worshipping lady. The cooking process can be messy and it'll irritate you more. If by any chance some sauce or vegetables spurtle on your clothes.”

He pats his shoulder in satisfaction after tying it around you perfectly. “You look picture perfect. Did you notice we are matching aprons? Doesn't this sound like a couple thingy?” Wiggling his eyebrows he puckers his pouty lips. Teasing you.

If only the man knew, the lady standing with her back facing him had forgotten to breathe with this simple closeness she had felt with him. “King Jimin, we should start with the cooking.” You reply, managing to divert his attention from this whole apron thing.

Jimin started washing the vegetables, cracking lame jokes in between. You laughed, and joked with each other cooking noodles. The usual 30 minute recipe took an hour for you both to prepare.

“This tastes so good yum.” Savouring the noodles. Your mouth watered at the tongue endeavouring flavour. “I know right, this is the best dish I've ever tasted. We should cook together more often.” Jimin slurps on his noodles.

“We definitely should. If there's a cooking competition being hosted, should we participate as a duo? Think about all the money we could win by our extremely amazing cooking skills.” Jimin smiled, agreeing with your idea.

“How could she forget I'm a King? The wealth that I possess can be used up by our upcoming generations. Yet, she's choosing simplicity, to participate in a competition. Then the royal treasure worth trillions and more. This personality of yours is what makes me fall deeper in love with you Mi Amor.”

The maids around them gasped at Jimin's demeanour. The hot headed King had turned all soft, and smiling. Jungkook, who accidentally walked in on the scene, scurried to Taehyung's legroom. “Jimin Hyung cooked with his Mi Amor today. He was all soft, caring and cringy towards her.”

The brush dotting between Taehyung's fingers fell down. “JIMIN IN KITCHEN? THAT GUY DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW CHILLI POWDER LOOKS LIKE.” Plopping down on the nearby chair he gasped dramatically.

Jungkook threw a water bottle in his direction. He chugged down the liquid. “Jimin Hyung is really serious about his love life with her. The dish was really good. Too good to the point he threatened everyone not to eat anything from it. It was only cooked for his Mi Amor.”

“Park Jimin, you love sick moron.” Taehyung cursed. Listening to Jungkook's description of the cooked dish. He was eager to get a bite for himself. Now that Jimin had passed the order. There was no way anyone could deny it. Not even Taehyung himself.

Probably by the time he gets down and convinces Jimin to let him have a taste. It'll be over, all thanks to Jimin and his Mi Amor's appetite. “I wanna taste those noodles.” He whined. Jungkook followed him. “Me to Hyung. Me too.”