WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT DEAD | KTH | 18+ [ON HOLD]

Chapter 10

I sigh almost escapes me at the sight of my boyfriend standing in the hallway with a takeaway bag. His eyes crinkle behind his cheeks and he seems unphased at my sleepiness. “Good you’re awake.”  Not by option.   

Jimin doesn’t let me even say I was sound asleep, or anything else for that matter. He walks past me and into the kitchen. I watch as he grabs two dishes from the cupboard and begins setting the table for the two of us. “You didn’t tell me you were coming to see me.”  

“I figured you hadn’t eaten properly the entire day,” he says, and my heart sinks a little. I don’t want to be mad at him, but the truth is I really wanted to be alone and rest tonight without having to overthink how I look or how to act around him. But now guilt washes over me because Jimin is a great boyfriend, and I am just being a brat. “Plus, we didn’t have our date yesterday, so,” he shrugs as if it explains it all.  

My gaze automatically narrows on him. I have known Jimin since I can remember. He’s been in the Legion since he was a kid still, training and preparing for the role he will play one day. So I know when Jimin wants to say something but seems to stop himself and think better of it. Right now, he is acting way too suspiciously for me to think there’s not something else going on.  

I will not press him to talk. Not yet, at least.  

He is right. I owe him a date, so I sit at the table while he uncovers the food. By the time he does it my stomach churns and all the hunger in me leaves. “You bought pasta with broccoli?”  

He glances at me and nods. “Yeah. It looked really good, plus I love pasta.”  

The smile on his face lets me know he is proud of the achievement, but the way my heart breaks a little at him forgetting something so simple... I brush it aside. I don’t eat broccoli, never came to like it. And Jimin knows me. He knows this, I have told him multiple times. I will just eat around them and try to appease him.  

He is trying and I don’t want to break his heart and make him feel bad about it.  

“So,” he says, sitting in front of me and twirling the pasta with his fork. “How was your day? Did you manage the emergency yesterday?”  

The way he says it makes me a little uncomfortable. Jimin is one of the few who doesn’t work at the clinic, so I don’t know if he realizes how hard it is. I am probably just cranky from sleep and overthinking this whole thing. He is a nice guy, and he is showing interest. I rub my eyes, still heavy from sleep. “I slept for the most part of it. Came home this morning and woke up with you ringing the doorbell.”  

Jimin frowns. “You were sleeping?” I give him a look that asks if it wasn’t obvious. “You could have told me.”  

“How would I tell you I was sleeping if I was sleeping?”  

He opens his mouth but closes it again. I take the chance to eat some of the pasta, but Jimin seems lost in thought. “Well, you could have told me when I got here. I would have let you sleep a bit more. I know sometimes your body asks for it, right?”