Love At First Kick

21

It was almost 12 now, and we were still at my place. We were just playing games with my brother, having fun. Even my mom joined us, watching and joking with us.

'So, when did you wanna go?' Jimin asks

'Figured we could go around 4? So I get to practice before we do the main training.' I say

'4? You plan on training for 5 hours? Have you lost it?' He raises his eyebrow at me

'This is coming from a world-class athlete?' I ask him, 'Besides, half of it would be poomsae.'

'It's still exhausting, and you haven't even slept. Or eaten for that matter.' He points out

'I'm not gonna die.' I sigh

'Nope. Get up.' He gets up, pulling me along. 'You need food.'

'I do have a fridge there.' I complain

'No, no. I have a way better idea.' He grins, then he turns to my mom, 'I'm sorry, I'm kidnapping her for now.'

'There is really no need for this.' I try to argue. We can literally make breakfast right here

He sighs, looking at me, 'Look, you can either come willingly, or I will literally carry you out.' He gives me two choices

'You're just trying to fatten me up.' I complain as I turn and walk to the door

He rolls his eyes, 'I was aiming more for keeping you alive, but take it as you wish.'

'Have fun.' My mom says, waving at us

'Thank you for having me.' Jimin bows to her

'You're more than welcome to come every day.' She smiles at him

'See you later!' My brother seems to really like him. Probably because he was gaming with him.

Jimin and I left my house, closing the door behind us.
'I'm sorry about this.' He apologizes as son as we were out, then pulls me into a tight hug, holding me close.

'Why are you apologizing?' I giggle, hugging him back. My head is resting on his chest, with my arms around his waist. 'You smell amazing.' Well, I said that out loud. I'm happy he can't see my face right now.

He giggles, 'Thank you. Also, I love the fact that you can't control your brain, so you just blurt everything out. It's cute.' He is stroking my hair, still not letting go of me. I can feel him laughing as he is shaking a little in my embrace.

'As long as you're entertained.' I poke fun at myself. What else is left. I just keep embarrassing myself in front of him. He must be used to it by now.

'Do you like pancakes?' he asks

'Love them.' I say

'Good. You're coming with me then.' He lets go of me, but he takes my hand instead. 'Is this okay?' He asks

I make sure to intertwine my fingers with his a bit closer, 'More than okay. Also, where are you taking me?' I ask

'We're going over to mine. I'll make them.' He smiles brightly. Oh, don't tell me he can cook as well? Where the hell was he built?!

We got to his in only a few minutes as he was with his car. His mom wasn't home. I guess she works a lot. But that saves me another blushing, awkward session, so I won't complain.

'Just sit anywhere. I'll get on it.' He pats my head

'So, you can cook then?' I ask as I sit down by the kitchen counter, looking at him running around the kitchen.