My mafia | Daerin

27.

POV: Danielle

I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I couldn't even breathe. Never in a million years would I have thought I would react like this to those three little words, nor could I have imagined just how good it felt to hear them. I've been wanting to hear Haerin say them for so long and all I could do was stare wide- eyed at her while my heart raced.

It was almost like a trace that made me contemplate if I was dreaming, but it felt too real for that. Suddenly, when her hand reached up and her fingers stroked my hair back, I snapped out of it.

"Look, I'm sorry if I scared you-"

"No! It's not that!" I quickly cut her off, seeing the way her eyebrows furrowed in worry and the wave of disappointment beginning to wash over her eyes.

"Then, What is it?" She asked, the worried expression still etched in her face.

"I was just wondering if I was dreaming," I mumbled.

Noticeably, her shoulders relaxed and she let out a breath. "Well, I said it," her hand rested on my cheek while she placed a lingering quick kiss to my lips. "I love you, Danielle."

I broke out with a smile. "Really?"

Haerin laughed. "Of course, why wouldn't I love you?"

I pulled her head down to meet mine and kissed her with all the love and passion I could give. She kissed me back for a few moments, but then gently pulled away.

"You know, you never replied. I mean, I get you might be scared to say-"

I covered her mouth with the palm of my hand, which she rolled her eyes and gently pushed my hand away to rest on her cheek instead.

"Haerin, of course I love you,"

In a split second, I saw the flash of a giant smile and then she pulled me even closer and kissed me as if she couldn't get enough of me.

Haerin slid herself between my legs and started to take off my top. Well, we'll be up for a little bit longer.

***

I woke up by stretching almost like a cat to try and relieve my sore muscles. I tried to keep my movements to a minimum, but all my wiggling woke Haerin up. I heard a deep chuckle from behind me and then her warm palm pushing my shoulder down so I was on my stomach.

I heard the bed sheets ruffling and then some on her weight on top of me. Then, her palms pressed into my back and rubbes circles all around my spine, soothing my sore muscles instantly.

"Baby," I moaned.

She kept her motions going, while she leaned down and whispered, "I love that sound coming from your mouth."

I shivered instantly, and I just knew Haerin was smirking from my reaction. She kept massaging my back for a bit while I let out moans every now and them.

God, if this isn't heaven, I don't know what is.

"Are you asleep?" Haerin questioned as she slowly stopped her movements.

"Not yet," I mumbled into the pillow.

"I would love to do this to you all day, but I have to go to work and you told me you wanted to go over to Hanni's to cook for Minji's surprise birthday party."

"I completely forgot about that," I groaned.

"I can cancel and order food instead if you want," she suggested.

"No, I want to cook. I love cooking," i almost incoherently mumbled.

She chuckled and pecked my cheek. "I know you do."

"I know you know," I giggled. "With this laziness, I'm going to fall asleep on the couch and burn Minji and Hanni's house down."

"For Haerin's sake, let's hope that's not her birthday surprise."

I let out a wholehearted laugh. "Her reaction would be so funny though," I said through the giggles.

"I can picture it so easily," she laughed.

***

"Hey, Hanhan!" I greeted her at the door and hugged her.

"Come in, Dandan!" She greeted me back.

"Dandan?" I questioned.

"You gave me such a cute nickname, so I thought to give you one too."

"I kind of like it. Dandan and Hanhan, huh?" I thought about it.

"Good," she clapped her hands. "Now, I don't mean to be rude, but please help me cook. I basically only bake, so I need help with almost everything but the cake."

"Don't worry about it. I'm happy to help."

"Thank god for that!" She exclaimed.

Once we got into the groove of everything we were going at a steady pace. Hanni carefully measured all the ingredients for all the pastries, and I haphazardly threw in ingredients into different pans, while we both danced to the beat of the music she blasted through the speakers. Apparently, she loved to do everything to music, so Minji set up speakers through the house which she could pick which rooms the music would play in.

"I seriously don't know how you do that," she commented.

"Huh?"

"You just throw in random ingredients and assume they're the right proportions and it ends up tasting amazing. I could never do that," Hanni explained.

"You just get the hang of it. I personally don't really like baking anything complicated because I always mess up on the measurements. One time I made a cake, and the recipe called for half a teaspoon of baking powder, but I misread that and added half a tablespoon of baking soda, so my cake ended up tasting like metal."

By the end of my story, Hanni was almost on the floor dying of laughter. I swear she probably was having trouble breathing from all the laughing. "I can't believe you did that," she wiped her eyes. "I would have killed to see your reaction when you took the first bite," she kept laughing.

"It was just a lot of rinsing my mouth," I giggled.

"I guess there are two types of people: chefs and bakers," she shrugged.

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