Street Racer || Yang Jungwon

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—— Seori

After returning Jungwon's keys, I settled back onto the couch beside him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. However, as I let out another cute sneeze, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at the persistent cold that lingered.

Jungwon's concerned gaze met mine, and he gently inquired, "Did you take your cold medicine today?"

I nodded, offering him a reassuring smile. "Yes, I did," I confirmed, though the effects didn't seem to be kicking in as quickly as I had hoped.

His expression softened with concern, and he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair away from my face. "You're still sneezing," he observed, his voice filled with worry.

I shrugged, trying to downplay the discomfort. "It's nothing," I insisted, though the persistent sniffles and sneezes told a different story.

Jungwon didn't seem convinced, his protective instincts kicking into high gear. "I could make you another bowl of my delicious soup," he suggested, a warm smile gracing his lips.

The mere mention of his homemade soup sent a wave of longing coursing through me. Despite my initial reluctance to admit it, the idea of savoring a comforting bowl of Jungwon's culinary creation was too tempting to resist.

"I wouldn't mind that at all," I admitted, my stomach growling in anticipation at the thought of his savory broth and tender noodles.

With a grin, Jungwon rose from the couch, his movements fluid and graceful. "Consider it done," he declared, his tone filled with determination.

As he disappeared into the kitchen, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for his unwavering care and concern. In Jungwon's presence, even the simplest gestures took on a deeper significance, each act of kindness a testament to the depth of his love.

Moments later, the enticing aroma of simmering broth filled the air, drawing me closer to the kitchen. Peeking inside, I watched as Jungwon worked his culinary magic, his movements precise and effortless.

"Almost ready," he announced, flashing me a playful grin as he stirred the pot with practiced ease.

Unable to contain my excitement any longer, I eagerly took a seat at the kitchen counter, my stomach rumbling in anticipation. As Jungwon ladled the steaming soup into a bowl, I couldn't help but marvel at the care and attention he poured into every dish he prepared.

Handing me the bowl, Jungwon met my gaze with a tender smile. "Here you go, Angel," he said softly, his eyes shining with warmth.

Taking a spoonful of the fragrant broth, I closed my eyes and savored the familiar flavors, feeling a sense of comfort wash over me with each comforting sip.

As I indulged in Jungwon's delicious homemade soup, savoring each comforting spoonful, I couldn't shake the feeling of his eyes on me. Glancing up from my bowl, I met his gaze, only to find him watching me with a soft smile playing on his lips. It was a look filled with warmth and affection, yet for some reason, it sent a shiver down my spine.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, unable to mask the hint of unease in my voice.

Jungwon's smile widened, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Like what?" he replied innocently, though the mischievous glint in his eyes betrayed his true intentions.

I narrowed my eyes at him, sensing that he was up to something. "Like you're plotting something devious," I accused, though I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.