9/11 Everlasting || k.sj ✔️

Chapter 8

Seulgi's POV
5 months later

I lean against the table and watch him chop up ingredients. He was wearing a tank top and jeans. He looks up at me and smiles. "What?" He asks. I roll my eyes. "You know what." He chuckles. "You're such a tease." I pout. "Don't be so impatient now Seulgi." He smirks. I bite my lip, his collar bone catching my attention.

He leans in. Setting his finger against my bottom lip, slowly opening my mouth. Warmth takes over my senses. I close my eyes and take in everything. He chuckles. My mouth waters. "Was that good?" He asks in a whisper, I slowly nod my head and hum.

I open my eyes and chew on the piece of chicken in my mouth. "You're so good at making food." I say, trying to savor the juicy taste. He smiles and goes back to making the food. "So tell me.." He starts. "Do you like your chicken spicy?" He finishes. I chuckle. "Which ever way you prefer. You're the chef." I say. "Okaaay." He says. I chuckle, stand up and walk behind him. Wrapping my arms around his waist.

Its quiet, the sound of sizzling food is all that is heard. I'm surprised when he turns off the stove and faces me. I look up at him, he grins. Picking me up and setting me on the counter. I smirk and wrap my arms around his neck, bringing our lips together. His arms wrapping around my waist. I felt things I've never before, but there was a string of nervousness that made me stop. "Seokjin." Leaves my lips in a moan. "Hmm?" He hums in response.

I can't think straight. "Yes? Seulgi?" He asks. "I'm hungry." He chuckles and takes me off the counter. I'm finally able to catch my breath, I'm sure I wasn't even breathing. He fixes up our plates and we sit at his dinner table in his apartment. "Mays wedding is Saturday.. You're coming right?" I ask. He nods. "Of course I am.." He says, almost sounding unsure. "Are you okay?" I ask. He nods. "I'm great." He smiles. "Cause I'm here with you." he says.

He's cooked for me many times, but today's plate was delicious. His plates are always savory, filled with many flavors. But today felt different. I have grown to love his food, yes, we've been together for five months. And I wouldn't get tired of him or his cooking.

I smile. "You're cheesy." I say. He smiles back, that smile that had stolen my heart. "I thought you liked cheesy." I nod. "I do." He sets his hand on mine. "Good. And don't worry about the wedding. I'll be there." He reassures me. "I wasn't worried." I shake my head. He raises an eyebrow. "You worry about everything." He says. My face heats up.

"I do not." I try not to seem obvious, all though I was. "Seulgi." He raises his eyebrow higher. "Stop looking at me like that." I take my hand away from his and push his face to look the other way. He laughs. "How am I looking at you?" He asks, his hand gripping my wrist, his eyes staring into mine. I bite my lip. "With that seductive expression." He smirks. "I didn't think I was making a seductive look." He says. My face heats up more.

"Wow. This food smells great." I say taking my hand away from his. He stands up and walks over to me, making me feel weird. "Oh no.. You're not going to avoid anything." He says setting his hands on each side of my chair. "I'm not-","Seulgi.. Stop." He whispers. I chuckle. "You stop." I bite my lip. "You make it hard for me to not kiss you.." He whispers. I wrap my arms around his neck, encouraging him to. He takes the sign. He kisses my lips, and I kiss his back.

His thick lips falling to my neck. My body wanted this, wanted him. But my head became paranoid with the possibilities. What possibilities? Why would Seokjin hurt me? My mind was making no sense. But yet it threw out scenarios that can happen. And my mind took over what my body wanted. Not allowing me to enjoy Seokjin with the feelings he had to offer.

I nudge him off, biting my lip. "I-I'm sorry.." He apologizes, quickly getting off of me and walking back over to his plate, on the other side of the table. I try my absolute best to catch my breath that had left my body when he touched me that way, "I'm sorry Seokjin.. Its not you." He ruffles his hair. "No. It is me.. I.. Got carried away. I couldn't control myself." He says. "Seokjin. Believe me. It was me.. I mean. It is me.." I become nervous.