Fake Vows (KaiStal f.f)

Ch. 18

After a long night, I woke up with Jongin cradling me in his arms. The way his cheek was propped up against my forehead, the way he held me, the way he touches me... Sometimes I wish I could have him all to myself.

"Jongin-ah, wake up." I whispered, burrowing my head into his neck.

Apparently, it tickled or something 'cause he started giggling like a crazy ass doll.

"Jongin... Are you okay?" I asked, trying to escape from his arms.

"Of course I am." He whispered, cradling me tighter than before.

"Why are you giggling?"

"Your hair is tickling my body." He giggled again.

I looked down at his body. Oh my God. I totally forgot he slept with only his boxers on. What a sight to wake up to. It's... fun.

"Jongin, let's wake up now. We have to go set up our new place." I muttered into his neck.

He didn't listen to me and brought his lips down to mine.

"Can't we stay like this for a bit longer?" He whispered onto my lips and continued encouraging me to kiss him back.

"No, Jongin. Not right now."

I was finally able to break away from him and swung my legs over the bed.

"You can stay here if you want. I'm going to grab breakfast." I said, fixing the pillows and bedsheets. Jongin didn't even realize that I was straightening the bedsheets when he messed them up again.

"I'm going to sleep some more." He whispered in a tired-baby voice.

"Arraseo. I'll bring food back up in a little." I said, slipping on my slippers and walked into the bathroom to fix myself up.

//

"Jongin, here's some food." I said, pulling in a cart full of food.

He sat up on the bed and stroked his hair with his hand.

"What did you even order? A buffet?" He started blankly. The cart was full of food, snacks, and drinks. Luckily, the cooks didn't give us an alcohol.

"No, this is what all the guests get for breakfast." I started lifting the lids of the entrees.

Seaweed soup, loach soup, rice, kimchi, kimbap, fruit, boiled eggs, orange juice, milk, and water.

Looks like a family dinner to me. There's no way we're going to finish this.

"Go wash up. I'll go heat up the food some more." I wheeled the cart over to the kitchen area.

"Okay."

//

Since I couldn't microwave huge pots of soup, I set them on the stove and turned on the heat.

I grabbed the apron off the hangers and tied it onto my body. It was a nice apron, actually. It looked like one of those made for maids that worked in the palace. After I put in the apron, I pulled my hair up into a messy bun.

I went into the cabinets to look for cooking utensils. The hotel offered way more than what I had in my dorm.

It was filled with fancy ceramic dishes, bowls, dipping plates, and everything that would be in a kitchen, except on a larger scale. There were things that I didn't even know what they were.

After all the staring at the dishes and utensils, I pulled a huge ladle out of the cabinet and put into the seaweed soup.

I mixed it up a bit so the soup wouldn't get burnt (is that even possible?), and moved onto the loach soup.