His Cold Heart J.JK

Chapter 17: A Taste of Home

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over Jungkook's apartment as Yoonji arrived, arms laden with bags of fresh ingredients. She had spent the afternoon planning the perfect dinner, determined to impress Jungkook and, more importantly, his parents.

"Wow, you brought everything," Jungkook said, his eyes widening as he helped her with the bags. "What's on the menu?"

"Only the best," Yoonji replied, a grin spreading across her face. "I hope they're ready for a feast."

As they moved to the kitchen, Yoonji quickly got to work, chopping vegetables and marinating meats. Jungkook watched her, fascinated by her focus and efficiency. "Need any help?" he asked, leaning against the counter.

"Just keep an eye on the boiling pasta and set the table, please," she instructed playfully. "I've got this."

With the scents of garlic, herbs, and spices filling the kitchen, Yoonji felt a surge of confidence. She wanted to create an atmosphere that would showcase her cooking skills and, in turn, her worth to Jungkook's family.

As the minutes passed, she expertly plated a variety of dishes—spaghetti aglio e olio, grilled chicken marinated in lemon and herbs, and a colorful salad drizzled with homemade dressing. She arranged everything beautifully on the dining table, her heart racing with excitement and a touch of anxiety.

When Jungkook's parents arrived, Yoonji took a deep breath and greeted them with a warm smile. "Mr. and Mrs. Jeon, welcome! I hope you're hungry."

His mother's eyebrows raised in surprise as she took in the spread before her. "You cooked all this?"

Yoonji nodded, her confidence wavering slightly under their scrutiny. "I wanted to make something special for tonight."

"Impressive," Mr. Jeon remarked, a hint of approval in his voice. Jungkook stood beside her, beaming with pride.

They all sat down at the table, and Yoonji served the dishes she had prepared. As they began to eat, the atmosphere gradually shifted. With each bite, she could see their expressions changing, curiosity replaced by genuine enjoyment.

"This is delicious," Jungkook's mother said, taking another helping. "You really know your way around the kitchen."

Yoonji felt a rush of satisfaction. "Thank you! I love cooking. It's my way of bringing people together."

Mr. Jeon nodded, clearly impressed. "It's rare to find someone who can cook like this. Jungkook is lucky to have you."

Yoonji caught Jungkook's eye, and he smiled at her, his pride evident. The conversation flowed more easily now, and Yoonji found herself sharing stories about her family and her passion for cooking.

As they finished the main course, Yoonji brought out dessert—her homemade tiramisu. "I hope you all have room for this," she said, placing the dish on the table.

"Of course," Jungkook replied, excitement in his voice. "This is my favorite!"

After dessert, the atmosphere felt lighter, filled with laughter and engaging conversations. Yoonji couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. She had put her heart into the meal, and it was paying off.

As the evening drew to a close, Jungkook's parents expressed their gratitude. "Thank you for a wonderful evening, Yoonji. You've really impressed us," Mrs. Jeon said, her tone softer than before.

"Thank you for having me. It was a pleasure," Yoonji replied, her heart soaring.

Once they left, Jungkook turned to her, his expression full of admiration. "You were amazing. I can't believe how well that went."

Yoonji smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. "I just wanted them to see who I am."

"And they did," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm so proud of you."

In that moment, Yoonji realized that she had not only made an impression on Jungkook's parents but also solidified her place in his life. With love and determination, she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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