[2] Reborn [Jirose Adaption]

Chap207-Cut it if you dare

When Taehyung arrived, it was already in the evening. When Roseanne came out of the room, she saw that Taehyung had yet to leave.

Being polite, she casually asked if he wanted to stay for a meal.

Who would have thought that this great elder would actually agree.

Roseanne glanced at the ground covered in cake and trash, wondering if there was actually any need for her to be polite to Park Jimin's good friends.

—-

That night, Taehyung looked at the takeaway on the table and pursed his lips.

"Dare I ask, the last time you went to Brother Seokjin's place, you made up a whole feasting table, yet all I get is takeaway?"

Park Jimin tossed a pair of disposable chopsticks at him, speaking indifferently, "Do I look like I have the spare effort to cook up a feast for you right now?"

Taehyung raised his brows, shifting his gaze onto Roseanne who Kim Seokjin had now labeled a 'virtuous wife.'

Roseanne pushed aside her long hair, drawing attention to the large bandage on her forehead. She spoke with the same careless tone that Park Jimin had, "Do I look like I have the patience to cook up a feast for you right now?"

"..."

Taehyung snorted and snapped the pair of disposable chopsticks apart. He did not say any more nonsense and gave the food a taste. He then raised his brows. "Fine, blame me for coming at the wrong time. Thankfully, the food from this hotel isn't bad. I can still make do with it."

This was from Uk's most famous hotel; their dishes were well-known within the country. Yet, this Kim Taehyung said that he could only 'make do' with it.

Roseanne also picked up her chopsticks. After taking a bite, she felt that this man was a true prodigy at lying. It clearly tasted very good...

She had only just started eating when Park Jimin sat down. She faltered and subconsciously began picking up food for Taehyung. "Here, eat more!"

She kept placing more and more food into Taehyung's bowl. Kim Taehyung was speechless as he watched the growing mountain of food, wondering if her brain had a problem.

Her man sat right by her side, why was she giving food to him instead? Was she deliberately provoking her man?

Taehyung picked up the well-stacked bowl, glancing meaningfully at Park Jimin. As expected, Jimin sat there indifferently with an expression as though he couldn't wait to kick him out.

"During your birthday, I cut into your cake and ate so much of it. Since it's my birthday, it's only polite to reciprocate. You can cut into whichever one you like!" Roseanne placed the earlier knife in front of Taehyung and shifted the only remaining four cakes onto the table.

Although the colors changed gradually, the last few were clearly pink and red; they were very brightly colored.

Taehyung glanced at Roseanne and picked up the knife, holding in a smile. He scanned the cakes on the table and finally landed on the biggest red cake at the end. He looked at the pair of figures made with black, white, and red chocolate and dressed in a suit and a wedding dress, picking up the knife to cut down from the middle.

"Cut it if you dare." Park Jimin's tone did not change. His gaze was apathetic, coldly focused on Taehyung.

Taehyung raised his brows, sneering. "Roseanne Lin told me to cut it as I please."

Park Jimin used his gaze to indicate to the remaining three cakes. What he meant was that, if he wanted to cut, he could cut those three cakes. If he dared to touch the cake with the dolls, it was guaranteed that he would not live to see the sun tomorrow.

Taehyung sneered, placing the knife down.

"Fine, I'm not the birthday girl. Anyways, I'm not interested in cakes."

"Oh," Roseanne mildly replied. "What a coincidence. Recently, I haven't been very interested in cakes either."

Taehyung smiled teasingly. "If you really don't want to have it, I'll help you toss it away when I leave..."

Before he could finish, Park Jimin picked up a piece of fish lip from the takeaway box and tossed it in his bowl. He spoke coldly, "Eat!"

Kim Taehyung glanced at the fish lip piece around the size of a nail; was he trying to ask him to shut up?

He resisted the urge to laugh. "Your woman completely doesn't intend to eat the cakes. It's also clear that both of you aren't interested in sweets. If you don't throw these cakes away, are you planning to keep it at home until they become fossils?"

Park Jimin raised his eyes, speaking frigidly, "Do you have opinions against me keeping them as fossils?"

"Don't pay attention to him. Eat more." Roseanne suddenly placed more food into Taehyung's bowl, raising her voice to say, "What else do you like to eat? I'll help you take them."

Kim Taehyung held in a smile as he eyed her expression. He did not say much and, even though he usually did not enjoy eating strongly flavored food, he still gave Roseanne face and ate some of the dishes in his bowl.

He then gave her a look, indicating without words that although she dared to throw a temper tantrum at Park Jimin, he did not have the ability to start fighting with Park Jimin here. If she wanted his cooperation to make things a little difficult for Jimin, that he could do.

The consequence of this was that before the mountain of food in Taehyung's bowl was finished, he was already thrown out. He did not even have the opportunity to eat his fill, and his abdomen was almost sliced open by the cold knives in Park Jimin's eyes. If this was not sufficiently pitiful enough, he even had to carry the unfinished boxes of takeaway to leave.

Finally, Park Jimin left him with an ice-cold word. "Scram."

Spit. He finally understood why Kim Seokjin almost developed Stockholm's Syndrome from their torturing.

They were really fucking brutal.

—-

The next day was Monday. Roseanne was supposed to return to Uk University to resume her classes, but given that Park Jimin had no intention of returning to South Korea, she suspected that she would have to continue resting in the condo.

Roseanne sat on the bedroom bed, holding her corporate management textbook. She planned to read through most of the content for Professor Jay's lecture tomorrow.

The large bed was soft and comfortable. The bedroom was also adjusted to a suitable temperature. Although it was not winter in Uk, there was still the rustling sound of the wind at night. The silence at this moment, accompanied by the sound of the wind outside of the window, actually gave rise to a sense of peace and security.

She was too lazy to consider if this sense of security came from the warmth in the room or the man with her.

The man pushed open the door to enter, breaking the silence in the room.

He took long, steady steps towards her without saying a single word.

Sitting on the bed, she raised her eyes from her book. Her expression was calm, and she did not appear unhappy as she did before. However, her voice was indifferent. "I want to go back to University for classes tomorrow."

The man knitted his brows, answering coldly and decisively, "No."

"My head was only slightly injured from the wall. After resting for a whole day, I'm much better. The classes will only last for several months. One day of delay will lead to a lot of missed content." Roseanne hugged the book close to herself, looking at him. "I came to Uk to study and not to have a vacation. If I have to rest at home from small injuries and illnesses, how delicate will I be? I can't give up on something I've committed to. I've already been here for half a month. Are you trying to make me return to Korea with you right now? Park Jimin, you can't do this to me!"