Torn Between: (discontinued! Read Under Wraps for new story)

Chapter 32: Deep Declarations

*Sophie’s POV*

“Yoseob-ah!” I yelled and tapped the wooden kitchen spoon I was holding on the top of his head. “There won’t be enough for everybody if you keep eating it out of the pan.”

“Mianhe umma,” he apologised and looked at me with cute puppy eyes, begging for forgiveness. “It just tastes so good.” He said it in a cute childlike tone, the kind of tone that made you just want to hug him and never let go.

I rolled my eyes as a little giggle escaped my lips and ruffled his blonde hair with my hand then went back to cooking the spag-bol which was bubbling away nicely in two separate kitchen pans. *I have never cooked so much food in my life* I thought and scratched the back of my head looking down into the individual pans. *I hope there’s enough.*

“Hmm,” A familiar voice called out and a dark shadow cast over me as somebody stood behind me and looked over my shoulder at the simmering sauces. “Smells good.” I smiled to myself and my cheeks started to burn a light shade of red. The shadow shifted and disappeared from over me and the creator moved to stand right by my side. Stirring the sauce slowly so it wouldn’t burn to the bottom of the pans I looked to the side and was met with a beautiful smile. “Do you always cook for the guys?” He asked me and I nodded slowly, trying my best to hold in the excited screams that were causing my stomach to tense up. “They’ve just been talking about you in the living room.” I looked into his eyes hoping he would tell me what the Beast members had been saying about me. “They’re very fond of you, aren’t they?”

I grinned and moved my focus away from him and looked back at the pans. “I should hope so,” I muttered under my breath but he managed to catch my words and understand them.

He tilted his head slightly to the side and one side of his lips curled up into a cute smile. “You’re American?” He asked me and my blood started to boil. I froze and stopped what I was doing and turned my head round to face him.

“I’m English,” I said in an annoyed tone. “I’m speaking English; it really annoys me when people instantly assume I’m American.” I turned to face him, moving my body in his direction and folded my arms tightly across my chest. “Do I sound American?”

“Now now, Soph,” DongWoon said shaking his head as he entered the kitchen placing an arm full of dirty mugs into the sink and started to run the hot water over them. He moved across the kitchen to stand on the other side of me. “Stop being so pedantic.”

“I am not being pedantic!” I spat and started to give him the death glare but he just giggled.

He pinched my cheek and wiggled it. “You’re so cute when you’re angry.” I swatted at his hand and he just laughed at me when I huffed and shook my head. He tapped his finger against the end of my nose and scrunched his face up cutely, a huge grin spread across his lips. “Just ignore her, Kevin, she’s just showing off.” DongWoon winked at me and walked away to go and wash the pots.

“How the hell am I showing off?” I let my eyebrows merge together and my lips parted slightly. DongWoon shook his head and started to wash the pots once the sink was full. I started to stir the sauce again and the checked the spaghetti but it still wasn’t cooked.

“I’m actually proud of you, Soph,” DongWoon said as he placed the black mug that had the writing ‘No1 singer’ on it on top of the drainer to dry. I gave him a confused expression and he smiled at me over his shoulder, half his arms emerged in bubbles. “You haven’t screamed yet, granted you fainted but after the way you were acting when you were watching the Guru Pop show, I’m surprised you haven’t jumped him.” DongWoon looked behind me at Kevin and smiled. I also looked at Kevin to see he had a very confused expression on his face.