Fearless | Kim Joon Goo

Chapter 14

"That's the last one, right?" Goo asked as he pour the last batch of potato cheese ball on the pool of boiling oil.

I nodded my head even though he was not looking at me. "Yep."

Lifting my left hand, I looked down on my wrist watch. It was quarter to three already.

"You should change back to your dress earlier. We're going an hour later." Goo said as he turned to face me.

"Okay. You too." I run my hand through my hair. "It's so hot, I should take another bath."

Goo hummed in response. "I know."

I passed by Goo and went back to where 'my' room was. Taking all my clothes off as I entered the bathroom. Cold water started to pour down when I open the shower. Letting the freezing droplets of water touch my skin.

As if steams went out of my body as soon as the water hit my skin. On reason why I really don't like about cooking is that the temperature in the kitchen always rises and I hate feeling or just being sweaty.

After taking a bath I wore the jumper skirt and button down white long sleeves that I wore in the morning when I thought we were leaving already. Same as the boots.

I sighed and tucked my hair on the back of my ear. My hands run down the skirt trying to remove any creases on it.

The knock on the door got me startled. I cleared my throat as to regain my composure.

"Come in." I said.

The door opened a little and Goo plopped his head in the the opening. He give me a cheery smile that I can't resist but to also gave back one.

"What is it?" I asked when I noticed he was just staring at me.

He lightly shaked his head. "Nothing. You're just to gorgeous that it got me speechless."

Blood rushes to my face and it feels hot again even though I just finished having a cold bath. Trying to hide the fact I was flustered with his flattery words, I looked away.

"Shut up."

I heard him laugh. "We should go now."

"Okay." Trying to keep my words minimal.

Goo once again laughed before closing the door as he leaves. I pressed my lips tightly together. I slapped my cheeks with each hand.

"Why am I acting like this?" I whispered, confused.

Clapping my hands in my cheeks I took in a deep breath. I squeeze my eyes shut in a quick manner before clutching the door knob open.

Goo was standing outside my door. His hand dipped inside the pocket of his beach shorts. Only now that I saw his clothes. He was wearing a button down quarter longsleeve in a shade of grayish blue with three of his button open, his chest showing.

He took out his right hand out of his pocket, offering his open hand to me. I raised my eyebrow, trying to confirm what his gesture is about.

"Take my hand, Amira." He said and pushed his hand closer to me.

I pursed my lips into a pout before placing my hand on top of his. Goo's finger moved as they locked themselves between the gaps of my own fingers. Our hand entwined together perfectly fitting each other like a puzzle piece.

"Do we really have to hold hands? We're still inside the house." I muttered softly.

I turned my head to see Goo and he was smirking. His eyes fell on me. His hand squeezes mine for a second.