❥・𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖉・❥

・❥ Apple pie

"Oh FUCK." I quickly open up the oven, smoke coming out.

'Come on marigold! Where's your New Orleans spirit at!?'

I tried to bake a pie for junho, it was a random urge and I hadn't baked anything for a bit.

And now I knew the reason why.

'I absolutely sucked.'

I hear a knock on the door, "Fuck fuck fuck! He's here and the pie is burnt!"

I run to the door, as I heard another knock, 'Shit! I have no choice!'

I open the door, "Hey." Junho says, "I like that apron." He smirks and I scoff, "Of course you do."

"Already with the back talk?" He raises his eyebrow, "I haven't even stepped in the room yet."

"Well you know me."

"I sure do. And you know me."

'I sure do...'

He walks in and I try to hide the pie but he dashed to it before I could.

"What's this?"

"Mister chul! How dare you just touch my things without my permission!?" He looks at me, "I haven't even touched it yet."

He looks down at it, "I smells like an apple pie. Did you make this?"

I start to sweat, "n-no! Of course not... I would never..." he moves closer to me, "Marigold, you're lying again."

I look up at him and he smirks. 'god damn him and his pretty colored eyes and cute ass smile.'

"Fine. I did."

"Can I have a plate—"

"But I burnt it!" I blush, "I-I made it for you... I know you said Apple pie is your favorite... your grandma always made it for you when you visited her... so I just thought—"

He lifts my chin, giving me that sweet smile of his, "You made it? For me?"

I nod and he grins chuckling, "That's so sweet of you marigold. You're so nice and considerate."

He kisses my lips and I practically melt into his touch.

'Stay strong! Stay strong marigold! Do not fold! Do not—'

"Of course, I care about you Junho, a whole lot..." I looked down, I was all flustered now, "I may not be all that good but I at least wanted to try..."

He turns his head, "And I appreciate you trying, I still want to try a piece of it, even if it's burnt."

"No no! You shouldn't! You might get sick!"

"Don't worry marigold, I'll be fine, I unwillingly had to eat my dad's burnt cooking for way too long. I actually want to eat your pie." He takes a plate and a knife.

I wanted to stop him, but I knew it would be no use, it wasn't that burnt but I didn't want him eating something I knew wasn't worthwhile.

But it was different with junho, a lot of things I'd made I wouldn't find worthy, but he did, he always did.

He would say the intention is important and I'm a hard worker so I shouldn't be so critical on myself.

I never really thought about it like that.

I smile as he takes a bite, "Sure it's crispy, but it's still good." He picks up a piece with his fork, "Try it."

I take the small piece, chewing slightly.

'It's not bad...'

"See?" He says, "You can't just throw something away because it's slightly imperfect."

I look down, "I guess you're right."

"You guess I'm right?" He chuckles, "You're agreeing with me? I must be dreaming."

"Oh shut up! You're so egotistical!"

"I'm not that egotistical."

"Yes you are! Your ego is so big!"

He smirks at me and I cover my mouth.

'Uh oh.'

"You would know about how big I am, wouldn't you marigold?" I shake my head, "You better watch yourself mister! You're such a pervert only thinking about sex!"

"I haven't even said anything yet." He puts down his fork, "Do you want me to start? Seems like you've been testing me since I got here."

I glup, "That's all in your head." I cross my arms, "Besides, I know you just want to see me with my apron only... you've been undressing me with your eyes."

He bites his lip, "And what if that's true? What are you gonna do about it?"

"Why don't you get comfortable, and I'll show you what you crave."

He walks towards me, his fingertips dancing along my waist as he goes by, "Okay, but don't keep me waiting for too long."

"Babygirl." He whispers in my ear and I feel a chill up my spine.

I immediately dashed into my room.

'It's go time baby!'