It was a slow Friday afternoon. Usually at this time you'd be hanging out with your friends or doing something relevant. But somehow, today, you got stuck in home and wait for your brother.
He's been gone for eight months since he left for the army. You're grateful that he's coming home for a quick visit, but why does he have to bring his mates home too.
You're not really the personable type, so the situation wasn't favorable to you. Plus you got stuck on cooking duties since your parents were away for the entire week.
It's only 5:00 and your brother said he'll arrive around 6:30, but you figured that you better start cooking.
1.) Because they never play around with time
2.) They'll be hungry as hell
So you head down to your kitchen and start preparing the ingredients you'll be needing.
You set the chopping board in front of you, grab the onion, the knife, and began cho-
*ring *ring : Oppa
"Hello?" He yelled from the other line
"Hello. Oppa."
"Y/N, listen, one of my colleagues will arrive earlier than expected. He got on the wrong bus and got there without us."
"What?"
"Yeah. He's pretty nice. You can boss him around and ask for his help when you start cooking."
"But I don't need help. I'm better off without anyone in my tail."
"Oh stop. Just be good to him alright? He said he's near. Give him a drink when he comes. Alright?"
"But-"
"Thank you, sister. I love you." Then he hang up.
What the hell? You'll be stuck, at home, alone, with a guy! That's not right! That's not safe!
What if he's really talkative? Ohhh! I hate annoying people!
What if he's actually cute and he found me so boring? No!
What if he's a bad guy? What if he's really a rapist? What if he does something terrible to a helpless woman like me?
What did I do to deserve this? Tell me! Whaaaaaaaaat?
*Ding *Dong
Oh my gosh, he's here!
So you grabbed your knife, and walked up to your front door.
Slowly, the door opens, and you make sure that the first thing that guy will see is your knife.
When the door finally opens, revealing the man behind it, you just could not resist the urge to swallow.
"You're cooking?" The stranger in his military uniform asked, smiling ever so dashingly.
You put the knife down in embarrassment. How could you kill such a good-looking man? Do the world a favor and not kill him.
"Yes."
"I could help you cook. I'm one of the best cook in our platoon." He said. "Where's your kitchen? Is it here?" He asked as he just make his way inside your home and into your kitchen.
You were stunned with how charming, yet too confident this soldier is.
When he realized that you weren't joining him, he also realized his mistake. "Oh, how rude of me. My name is Park Jimin. I'm just really this comfortable with new surroundings."
"That explains it." You hit back.
Your sassy come back made him smile. It definitely made him think you're interesting.
You stepped in front of your chopping board again and began cutting. While you mind your own, he, on the other hand, was twisting and twirling, trying to familiarize the place.
"So, how old are you... ummm... (A name so far from yours)."
"Ah. Wonderful name... But I'm actually (y/n) not (the name he just mentioned) and I'm actually (appropriate age)."
"Oh. Sorry. I'm pretty sure he mentioned (the wrong name) to us when we were in camp."
"Well, that's not me."
"Where's the apron?"
"Inside the pantry." You answered, without realizing that you yourself wasn't wearing one.
So he takes one. But instead of putting it on himself, he goes around the kitchen and stopped behind you.
He. Carefully. Made you let go of the knife. Turn you around. To face his lovely body. And dressed the apron on you.
He. Grabbed the strings from the side. Then wrapped around his arms around you. Made you turn away from him. And secure the strings in a bow.
"I guess personal space doesn't ring a bell to you." You said.
"Only when there's a pretty lady in front of me." *winks
You both continued cooking and enjoyed each other's company. You genuinely had fun being with the corky Jimin.
He danced around, by himself, and with you. He touched your hand and faces every now and then. He showed you his true self.
Overall, he was mostly flirty, partly lovely, but a whole lot of funny.
"Perfect. Mwah!" He said, kissing the tips of his fingers, after tasting what you've made together.
"Does it taste good?" You asked before taking a bite yourself. "Incredible."
"Oh, I was talking about you. About us."
