Chapter 3
~Let him cook~
I'm tossing and turning around in my bed as the bell ring resonates in the air for the fifth time.
I groan and reluctantly stand up. I couldn't care less about the nightgown I was wearing which looked like one a grandma could own, and my messy hair.
It's too early to stand up, I groan.
I fling the door open in annoyance
"Now who is this-"
"I bought groceries," Mr. Yang says simultaneously and I freeze.
He, what?!
After a long silence, he speaks,
"Can I come in?" He asks and I pause before nodding reluctantly.
I watch him enter the kitchen and pour out the groceries he bought.
My eyes linger on the Cornflakes he bought, and I'm starting to feel a deep, silent rumble in the pit of my stomach.
"Hungry?" He asks as though he read my mind.
I nod in response and my stomach responds too by growling once again.
Immediately, I avert my eyes, feeling slightly bashful.
And that is when I'm finally highly conscious of the state he sees me in.
My landlord. He sees me, in a nightgown that is barely covering my whole thigh and with messy hair... AND MAYBE EVEN MORNING BREATH.
My eyes widen in horror, however, when they dart to his figure again, his back is facing me and he starts making..what is he even doing?
"What are you doing?" I ask, not even hiding the confusion and disbelief laced in my voice.
Like real talk, what is he doing here?? At eight in the morning? Was the option "personal chef" and "personal grocery- shopper" included in the sum I paid him?!? At least not that I remember, but who knows?!
It's as though he reads my mind again when he indirectly answers my questions.
"I'm just being a nice landlord, you know, and I'm assuming you don't know where the supermarket is...and since it's your first day here in Busan I thought about making it more comfortable for you by buying some basic necessities"
I look at him, blinking a couple of times. In my 21 years of living, I've never come across a landlord who'd do something like this. If it were for my last one, he wouldn't even move a finger to help me with something, let alone PAY to help me.
Could it be that he thinks I'm too incompetent to find the market?
I'm independent and I don't want to owe him something.
Wait.
Is he scamming me??
"I- I know where the supermarket is...don't underestimate me.." I mumble silently, unable to hide the irritation. Unfortunately he heard my mumbling because I hear him chuckle.
I smile too, but quickly clear my throat again. "How mu-"
"It's okay" he interrupts me.
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
"Just see it as a partial repayment for your missed flight, Hmm?" He smiled at me, his head tilted while his big boba eyes stared into mine.
Partial repayment?? What else has this guy to offer?
I wanted to ask him just that, but the scent of the omelet he's cooking infiltrates my nose, and my thoughts shift elsewhere.
Food.
As he cooks he occasionally asks me questions but he stays silent when he notices that I don't really keep the conversation rolling.
Instead, I'm sitting at the table, lost in my thoughts. I should stop (over)thinking so much.
"Here," he says and I snap out of my thoughts as he places the plate with the most delicious-looking omelets in front of me.
I widen my eyes and look at him with a big grin.
He, too, gently smiles at me, clearly amused by my expression.
We hold eye contact and I don't want to avert my eyes. I want to continue to admire his features. My eyes dart to his dimples and my hand twitches, wanting to reach out.
My breath hitches and I look back down to my food, my hand clenched beside me.
"Thank you" I nod my head respectfully, though my tone came out more indifferent than intended.
I soften my tone "Really, I appreciate your kindness."
I sigh and smile, though I don't hold long eye contact with him.
He curtly nods too, still smiling, before telling me it was no problem.
And then there's silence.
"T-this looks good. Have you had breakfast?" I force myself to ask because silence mostly makes me feel uneasy.
"No, I already had breakfast," he smiled, well I didn't see his face, but I'm sure he did because he always does.
What I do see from my peripheral vision though is him bowing politely, "I'll head to work then. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me"
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