My Juliet || b.b.h ✓

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● OMELETTE RICE ●

• S O O Y E O N •

"Oneul mohae~" I heard someone sang. Is it from the kitchen? (What're you doing today~)

"Naeil mohae bogo shipeo," who the hell is this guy? I had to admit he has a nice voice. (What're you doing tomorrow I miss you)

"Noreul monhae ohh~" I chuckled silently. I could listen to this voice all day until I fall asleep. (I want you..)

"Nugu..seyo?" I confidently asked, stopping him from singing and on what he is doing. (Who are...you?)

"Oh. Annyeonghaseyo. I'm Koo Junhoe. Chanyeol's classmate," he bowed as he turned to look at me. I also bowed at him as a sign of hello.

"Annyeong. I'm Park Sooyeon. His sister," I smiled at him.

"Oh. Joesonghabnida. I used your kitchen without your permission," he suddenly bowed multiple times in front of me. What the hell? I silently laughed while stopping him from what he is doing.

"Aniyo. Gwaenchanhayo. You're Chanyeol Oppa's classmate so I think he let you use it. Don't worry," I told him. His right hand suddenly flew at his nape, acting shyly. Aw. He's cute though. I thought he's a bad boy based from his looks. Well, guess you really can't judge a book by its cover. (No. Its alright.)

"Actually, I didn't asked him any permission to cook here. Its just that I'm starving since we got here," he explained. Gwaenchanha Sooyeon. This is your first meeting with him so be nice to him first.

"Ah really? Don't worry, you now have my permission. I will let you cook, but in one condition," I said. He looked at me, waiting for the words that will come out of my mouth. "Let me have a taste of your masterpiece. Arasseo?" he smiled at me and nodded. "Arasseo."

I sat on the counter top in the kitchen and watched him cut some veggies.

"What's your specialty?" I asked him. Maybe he really has some cooking skills.

"Omelette rice," he answered with a smile, still looking on what he cuts.

"Is that what you'll be cooking?" he nodded as an answer. I clapped as I got excited to taste his specialty. Oh boy. I hope it's really delicious. He just chuckled while shaking his head sideways.

"Are you Chanyeol's little sister?" I nodded, still watching him. I suddenly missed Eomma. I always watch her cook when I was still young but now, ugh. Never mind.

"How old are you now then?"

"23," I answered. He then looked at me. "Jinjja? I thought you're only 20."

"Thank you..?" he laughed as I say those words. Man. His voice is deep. He went back to his business and went to the stove to start cooking.