Destiny: Falling for the Mafia (TaehyungXReader)

Tae Cooks

Y/N POV

"Hana must be here, right? She can help me." I said to Taehyung.

"Um- I was thinking...You are already exhausted from all that work so maybe-"

"Order something? Yeah, we can." He looked at me and said.

"I was thinking I could cook something." I was so stunned that I froze for a second.

"You know how to cook? Really?" I asked him. He seemed offended.

"Yes, really!" He took off his coat and gave it to me and went into the kitchen. I went to my room and changed. When I came back Taehyung was in the kitchen.

"You should've changed first." I went near the stove to see what he was cooking.

"Aren't you hungry? I mean, I am." I nodded at him. "Hey! Don't see, it's a surprise." I chuckled and went to the dining table.

"How long is it going to take for our Michelin Star Chef?"

"Just 5 minutes more, my lady." I blushed as he called me my lady. After 5 minutes a proper meal was before me on the table. He seemed nervous.

"Oh my god! That was quick! And you-are you nervous Mr. Mafia." I asked him. He shook his head as I took a bite.

"Is it-is it fine? I haven't cooked in years so-" I stood up, picked a piece of the food, and stuffed it in his mouth before he could say something.

"Fine? You're asking me if it's fine? No Tae." I acted seriously as he was tasting the bite.

"My goodness, it's incredibly DELICIOUS Tae!" A smile appeared on his face, he looked so cute and sweet. I sat back down and he mumbled a thanks. After dinner, I was about to go to my room when I stopped mid-way and turned to Taehyung. 

I can't believe I wanted to sleep with him again. But tonight, there was no thunderstorm. 

Taehyung was sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone, clearly relaxed.

I cleared my throat, trying to sound casual. "Uh... so, what time do you usually go to sleep?" I instantly regretted it.

He looked up at me, a little confused by the question. "Oh, you know, whenever. Not too late." He paused, noticing me hovering by the door. "Do you need something?"

"Need? No, not at all," I said too quickly. "I just thought... well, after last night, I thought maybe we could, um, you know, do that again."

He blinked twice. "Do what again?"

I  suddenly felt silly, but pressed on. "You know... sleep. Together. I mean, on the same bed. Like yesterday."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You're scared of the nightmare? But there's no rain or lightning tonight." He looked outside the window.

I let out a nervous laugh. "No, no, it's not that. I mean, what if it rains again later? You never know with the weather these days."

My excuse sounded weak even to me and I wished I would just shut up for good. Taehyung tilted his head, a slight smirk appearing on his face.

"Or... maybe you're just more comfortable with me there now. Right Y/N?" My eyes widened.

"No! I mean-well, yes, but no! I just-" I fumbled, trying to find a good reason that didn't make me seem utterly ridiculous. "It's just... the bed is huge! And I'm small, and... you know, I get cold easily, and last night was... well, less cold."

He bit back a smile, clearly enjoying my discomfort and stuttering. "So, you're saying I'm a good heater?"

"No! I-Hey! You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You know what I mean." I looked down. "It's fine if you don't want to, I'll go." I began going back.

"No, no. That's not what I meant." He stood and came towards me. "You can, you know. Anytime. I'd like it too." He pressured the last word.

"Who said anything about me liking it too, Mr. Kim?" I mumbled and climbed on the bed.

"Oh I know you loved it last night, Mrs. Kim." He smirked as heat rushed up to my cheeks and got on the bed.