DEAD SENSES || J.JK ✔

14| Pretty lies

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"I need them, so don't keep it away." Mister jeon stops me from keeping the celery in the fridge, and i go to the kitchen island, keeping this bag here. "Are you gonna make mushroom soup?" I ask him, seeing the ingredients he's taking out and wanting to use, he hums.

"Hanuel loves it, she'll be happy," i look over at him, and he smiles, rolling his sleeves up to expose all the inks on his skin, "that motivates me," he glances behind at me and walks here to grab the plastic bag, his heavy cologne hitting my senses. I stand right here, not knowing what to do, and how to avoid extreme awkwardness which is slowly filling my brain. "Could you pass me the tomato, please?"

I get the basket of cute red cherry tomatoes which are my favourite thing to eat raw, and i go to him, feeling my mouth water but i cannot have it. He grabs it from my hand and looks at me, and he smiles, "you can have some if you want, you seem hungry." I shake my head, "i'm fine, mister jeon. I had a good breakfast."

"It's been long since the breakfast had been done," he takes four of the tomatoes and cuts each into two, taking the plate to hand it over to me. "Thank you," i smile at him, going back to the table to sit down and have a bite of this delicious red fruit. "Oh, i forgot this." He grabs the bottle of salt and and comes to me, sprinkling down a little over all the pieces of tomato. "It tastes better this way." He smiles at me, but hanuel enters the kitchen and grasps her father's attention. "What is it, sweetie?" He asks, bending down and pressing a delicate kiss on her head.

"I want to play with ichigo," she says she wants to play with a strawberry which is basically the translation of the last word she said, the word which is a dog's name. I glance at mister jeon who turns back and gives her a soft look while washing the spoon, "but seohu and his parents have gone to Jeju Island for a few days, honey, I'm afraid you cannot play with ichigo."

A small pout forms on her face, but she keeps quiet in her own sadness and i try to distract her from this, "hey." I call her out to me, and she instantly comes to me, her curious big eyes of honey staring at my face and then at my hand in which i hold the cherry tomato. "Do you want to try a little?" She nods only because the colour of this is attractive, but is unsure, and moves back when i fly the fruit to her lips. "It's tomato?" I bob my head to assure her that this is a good and tasty food, "and it's sweet and salty...."

She opens her mouth and takes a small piece of the tomato in it, and as a result, she likes it. "This is yummy." She grabs one and goes to eat it, but stops and looks at me, "can i have one more, miss song?" She remembers her manners too well, and i smile at her, "you can," i get up, ruffling her cute little curly hair and i go to check on mister jeon. "Come, smell this."

He eventually calls me out as soon as I step in his sight, and i walk to the stove in joy, looking forth at the pan of this creamy white soup. He steps aside for me to come and inhale the fragrance of the warm salty broth with a mixture of the softness of mushrooms which connect perfectly, this looks fine. I'm sure it tastes fine too. "Isn't the scent tempting and mouth-watering?" He puts a right sentence and i nod, looking up in his eyes, "it's very good, anyone would feel hungry just by looking at it, you did good, mister jeon."

His thin but red lips curve up slightly the more he gazes at my eyes for longer, and i look away, intimidated and shy. "I appreciate it." He blinks cutely, wiping his manly and attractive hands with the cloth to then keep it away. "Can you please set the table while i fry some chicken?" I listen to him, going back to the hall.

I close the windows, feeling the strong gush of rainy winds blowing inside and humidifying the whole room. "Why doesn't she change her clothes?" Hanuel walks over and sits down on the sofa, asking a very good question while watching Dora the explorer on tv. I wish I was as intelligent as her when i was her age. "Because she isn't real, hanuel." I put the cushions together, and go to the dining room. I see miss jeon in the backyard, using her phone while smoking her electric cigarette. I sigh, pulling the chairs apart and arranging the plates and bowl with the chopsticks and spoons.