Care For Me

Sixteen

Y/N's POV 

Rosé motioned me to follow her over to the kitchen, and while she walked straight to the fridge, I first found myself stopping in my tracks in amazement. The kitchen was grand too. Two fridges, a double stove, a kitchen island that could seat six people. The counter tops were a greige marble, the wooden panels a rustic oak. Additonally an open transition to a beautiful dining area with a table fit for 10. Like straight out of a brochure. A dream of a kitchen.

Rosé had grabbed the milk and poured it in a metal cup to slide into the barista level coffee machine. She didn't turn around to notice me marvel as she grabbed the ground coffee and pressed it into the portafilter. Once her coffee was fully prepped, Rosé turned to face me to let the machine do its thing. I slowly slid myself onto a bar stool and rested my arms on the kitchen island.

"What kind of tea would you like? I could also make hot chocolate if you prefer."

I blinked at her confusedly for a few seconds but managed to regain my composure. "Uhm, hot chocolate would be great."

Then it dawned on me.

With a long sigh I asked: "Jungkook told you that I don't drink coffee, huh?"

"I asked him how you like yours done when I prepared your breakfast tray and that was when he said you don't drink coffee at all. Is he mistaken?"

I lowered my head and traced the edge of the counter.

"No. I just didn't think he'd remember."

I had mentioned it once. Just once. Why would he remember such a small thing? And why did it make my heart flutter that he did? This had to stop. Immediately.

Rosé chuckled knowingly. "I guarantee you, he remembers every little detail about you."

The flutters intensified. Dammit. 

She turned around to assemble her coffee as well as my hot chocolate, and took the seat next to me afterward.

"Oh my god", I gasped after the first sip.

She wiggled her brows proudly, leaned in and whispered: "The secret is honey, cinnamon and a hint of cardamom. But don't tell the boys."

"You're a magician."

She grinned to herself and shrugged, then enjoyed a long sip of her own beverage. It was quiet between us for a few minutes. Much to my surprise, it wasn't awkward at all. We were taking our time with our drinks to savor their flavors, Rosé's gaze focused on the window above the sink and mine wandering around, still admiring the kitchen design as I imagined how fancy it must feel to cook and bake in here.

"I've heard that you're a very reluctant person. You keep a lot to yourself. But I felt like you opened up to me a little and feel rather comfortable around me. Do you trust me?", she asked out of the blue, which kind of caught me off guard.

"Uhm, I can't say. All my friends turned on me. I learned to be wary and it's weird to let down my guard now.", I shrugged and tugged at the sleeve of my sweater. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" 

I looked at her, then lowered my head to avert my gaze. "Uhm... No. Not yet." 

I didn't mean to offend her, but this was a part of my life I didn't want to revisit for now. Fortunately, she didn't take it personal at all. 

"I understand. Everything's a bit much right now, hm?"

"It's just that..." 

She gently interrupted me. "Hey, no worries. We don't have to rush through your life story. When you're ready, I'm here. No pressure at all."