Fragile Longing (Taekook)

Chapter Eighteen

There is a quiet in my heart,

Like one who rests from days of pain.

Outside, the sparrows on the roof,

Are chirping in the dripping rain.

Rain in my heart; rain on the roof;

And memory sleeps beneath the gray

An windless sky that brings no dreams

Of any well remembered day.

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There were pin drop silence around the kitchen of Jeon household. Twelve maids standing a little far away. There were thirteen before. One fainted a little while ago from too much anxiety. Robert was standing at the corner too. Trying hard to not run away himself and Minho was sitting at a chair that one of the housemaids bought a little while ago. She was actually scared out of her wits.

Anyone will be. The scenery in front of them was enough to make anyone living in Jeon Household cower in fear.

All because of one tiny human being, who was spotting an angry concentration look on his face, an apron that were wrapped around that hourglass figure while his hand furiously shaking the utensils in his hand. Going back and to from the pot above stove. Dropping something on it, stirring it, then going back to bring more of what he just put away a while ago.

"Is that salt?" Minho whispered and the maid shook her head with fear confirming her thoughts. "Has he mistaken it for sugar?"

"Yes, my lady, it seems so."

Minho looked even more horrified if it was possible.

She has never seen Jungkook entering the kitchen in her whole life. That person never even pour a glass of water for himself. So it was hard to believe that the same person was cooking something...whatever it was, he was cooking and that thought was scary in itself.

"Young Master, should I help? I can do it fast, I promise."

Two doe anger filled eyes met with the maid who just spoke. "Why would you cook for my psycho?" He forwarded the spoon, waving it infront of the scared maid in a threatening manner. "Do want to get fired?"

All of the twelve maids fell on their knees, hands together asking for forgiveness. "Please tell us what we did wrong Young Master. Don't torture us like this."

Jungkook's brows furrowed, a huff leaving his lips as he went back to put more salt into that thick looking thing. "Just shut up and go away. Only I will cook today. He has to eat what I..uhhhh." He was so absentminded that he didn't know when his fingers touched the hot pot. Tears gathering in his eyes as he blew on it then glared at Minho who was coming forward to help. "I don't need anyone's help. I will do it myself."

"Jeon Jungkook!" Minho's voice was full of frustration. "Why are you doing this? Do you like that man or something?"

Jungkook stopped blowing on his finger, the question catching him off guard. "Wh..why would I? He looks like a cow." He stopped then seems to ponder, his mind flashing back a boxy smile, cold black eyes and he was left in confusion again. Confusion about his heart that was threatening to come out of his heart anytime now. "Maybe...a little." He showed his hand. "This much..maybe?"

This stunned Minho. So did everyone who was there. The most egoistical person who have never loved anyone except for himself and his father, was openly admitting that he likes someone.

She didn't believe it. Not even a bit. "Why? Is he romantic?"

"What?" A laughter left those pink lips. "That psycho is not romantic at all."