He lifted an eyebrow at my response, surprised that I would actually listen. He then got closer to me, holding my gaze, and lifted his hand to hold the back of my head carefully. He whispered into my ear, feeling his warm breath melt my neck "You wo...
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The door opened, making both me and Jimin look to our left to see who was coming outside.
"Let's uh-" Yoongi's voice hit when he left the door frame and then suddenly stopped, taking glances at both of us. He coughed. "Let's go prepare the dinner."
"Alright we'll be right there." Jimin said, slapping my knee. "Come on." I rolled my eyes.
Yoongi nodded and then went back inside, leaving the door opened for us to follow. He stomped through the living room and took a turn on the hallway, probably towards his room. He seemed mad.
I was the last to enter, following after Jimin that has already reached the living room. Jungkook was not there anymore, it was only Tae who looked like he was taking a nap on the couch besides the big table. His head was resting in his palm, I guess he didn't mean to fall asleep there.
Jimin was taking out all the things he needed for dinner and has already turned on the stove as I reached the kitchen.
"You must be hungry." I said as I sat on a small chair besides the fridge.
"I am. Aren't you helping me?" He said as he put the onions on the cutting board.
My mind was spinning around whether or not I was in the mood of cooking at that time. If I left and went to my room, my mind would be full of something else. Taehyung.
"I'll help. Just tell me what to do, I'll follow your recipe." I said after I decided I was not going to drown in my tormenting thoughts.
"Good." He smiled in the corner of his mouth as he was looking down at the onions. "Just don't ruin things." He pointed the knife at me.
I snatched it out of his hand and his eyes widened, he didn't except that. I pointed it to him as well. "Better be careful."
He got his arms up, like I was threatening him with a gun. "I never thought I'd surrender to you." He said.
"Who are you, DiCaprio?"
"Did you just call me hot?" He lifted an eyebrow and one of his hand was now pointing at me, the other one was still in the air.
I got closer with the knife, making him take a step back and get both his hands higher in the air. He almost laughed.
"Get over yourself." I said smiling, letting the knife back on the counter.
"I won't be surprised if you sometime decide to murder me." he said reaching back onto the knife to get going on cutting the onions.
"I'm glad you're aware." I said and it made him scoff.
He pointed at a small door under the counter. "Get me that big pot you always cook noodles in."
"How do you remember my common pot?" I asked, opening the door.
"I pay attention." he said.
"At pots?"
"At you."
I rolled my eyes and sighed, even though I had a small smile formed on my face. He was always coming up with these things that made my blood boil in anger. He deserved a slap with each one of those lines he said.
