𝕺𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖝- |HEEJAKE|

𝕾𝖎𝖒𝖕

Being with Mr. Sim was never easy. It was just something about him that made me feel hot in his vicinity—just like those barely covered milky white thighs of his and his exposed collarbones under the loose T-shirt. They were calling my name, so much so, I had nearly chopped a finger off while dicing onions because of how unfocused I was. 

"You're pretty clumsy sometimes, sir. Look how it's bleeding.", I stared at his pink lips as he spoke something to me, scolding me for my callousness. "It's a baby of a cut, Mr. Sim. I'm totally fine.", I replied, supporting my left cheek on my folded hand as I continued to gawk at the beauty before me. "It's still a cut. That makes it no less meaningful."

Gosh, I felt like biting his cheeks. 

"Don't give me that look, Jake-ssi. It doesn't hur- Ah!", I yelped when he squeezed my finger, a lingering sense of mocking tease clouding his pupils. "What the hell?", I asked, fazed by his nerves. Never in my life had someone had the courage to even bat me in the eye for my own mistake and this man could call me out for it with such ease. Ironical.

"It doesn't hurt, yeah?", he glared at me and I found it as the best option to keep my quiet. Pouting vividly, I sat beside him as he bandaged my finger. "You've already done enough. Kindly sit back and let me cook, now." Heat crawled into my cheeks as I eyed his each and every movement. He swiftly got up from the sofa before edging towards me, taking off my apron. His arms encircled my neck as he pulled it off before they quietly crawled around my waist, untying the knot. Even though it was for a brief moment, I caught a hint of pink clouding his cheeks— something that urged me to kiss him until he dropped to the ground.

Was I about to die?

Seeing stars when I was fully awake could not be normal, can it be?

"What are we eating?", I enquired, settling my eyes on his back as he walked away, specifically his ass. Don't judge me, I just could not look away! 

"You have all vegetables diced. What about Kimchi jiggae?", he asked in the softest voice ever and I gave an enthusiastic nod. He tied his long blonde locks back in a man bun before folding the short sleeves. He tied my apron against his torso as he proceeded cooking our dinner for the night. Having him in the premises of my house sent sparks flying in every goddamn direction but instead of detracting us from the intensity of the moment, it took us to new heights. I had a feeling that he could feel my eyes on his figure and silently, he was embracing it without a hint.

Something that eased me up.

"Wow, that smells good.", I complimented his top notch skills, something that I had never expected from him. According to his background, his father was filthy rich and honestly, I had anticipated him to be somewhat brat like with a sharp tongue. To my surprise, he was the polar opposite— but his tongue knew wonders. 

Not meaning it in the dirty way.

He knew the art of words— how to channel them to be appealing, how to act as an active moderator, how to speak compulsively. He was a business genius. 

"We're done.", I heard him say as he broke my beautiful trance. Grabbing the hot utensil with oven mitts, he brought it directly to the table, serving me first like how I want my wife to. I don't sound overly onlooking, do I? 

I mean, there was no harm in wanting to marry my Secretary?

"There you go. It's very hot, be careful.", he voiced gently and I felt like pulling him to my lap and feeding him with my own hands. "Yes, sir.", I sarcastically mocked his usual work tone. I took one bite and genuinely, it was the best thing I had ever tasted. It wasn't even an exaggeration but every atom that made up the stew, felt like it had been nurtured with immense love and care— a taste I had forgotten ever since the passing of my mother. 

"How's it?", I caught hopefulness in his orbs before giving a satisfied nod. "Delicious. The best I've ever had.", he blushed. "Now that's an overstatement.", he giggled, having a spoonful himself. "Not. I haven't had this sorta taste in the past twenty years.", I replied, a sense of sickening dismay fuelling my tone. He must have read the noticeable on my face that he felt the need to clasp my hand with his fragile one. "What do you mean?"

"My mom passed away when I was merely five. Haven't tasted something like this since.", I said. "I'm...sorry, sir.", I sniffed as he came to me, sitting by my side. "You shan't. Everyone says that." I doubted if he was a mind reader, provided how much I needed a hug and he gave me one at the exact moment— even if, it was timid. 

"It's fine. At least you never had to bear your mom cheating on your dad twice. My mom's alive yet she doesn't give two shits about me and my sister. I'd say, it was better if I had none because it made no difference.", I stared at him in disbelief, his eyes on the verge of shedding a river. "That's awful.", it was the only thing I could say. "Far worse than that when you actually experience it.", he bitterly chuckled. I hugged him back, stuffing my face in his neck as he sniffed with his face situated on top of my hair. 

"You're lucky that you were young when she went away. I have to bear the image of her kissing other men for the rest of my life.", my heart pained due to his ached voice. "Hey, I'm here. I might seem like a jerk but you should know, I'm always available if you wanna let things off of your mind.", even though it wasn't much, I was only capable of giving him that. He laughed, pulling away and I despised the loss of warmth. 

"Thank you. I appreciate it, sir."

I snarled at him before taking his hands in my own. "Let's do one thing. We're colleagues at work and friends when we're home. Fine? I'll narrate my hectic life but you can't smack me for being a chatterbox.", he guffawed loudly and I cherished the view. "Done!"

"Also, I'm fine with a 'hyung' at home."

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CHAPTER: 17

Ah, I blushed lol!

Is love finally blooming?