Looking down to make sure I was covered up as much as possible from him, I squealed as he eyed my body, realising that I was only covered in a towel. Jun's eyes raced to the floor and both our faces flushed with red colours.
'Ah! Sorry! I-I was just looking at-at your compositions on your desktop b-because I came to find you and you weren't in the room and I didn't hear the shower and-and - I'm really sorry!' He bowed and stood up. 'Ah, I'll get out now!' He ran to the door, softly shutting it and I heard his footsteps echo downstairs, towards the kitchen.
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Scratching my head and ruffling my hair, I sighed, leaning my elbows on the kitchen bench.
I told myself when we went into the hospital, that I wasn't going to be awkward around Naeyeon like I am with other girls that I like. I told myself I wanted to be confident around her, like J-Hope from BTS is around literally everyone he meets. I thought to myself. Mentally, I slapped myself in the face. I'm so stupid. I can't even act cool around her. She's so attractive that I can't stop thinking about her. That was so embarrassing.
bringing my hands up to my face, I tap it a few times to bring myself back out of my thoughts. A grumbling fills the room, making me notice that it was already almost dinner time. Opening the fridge, I find some things I need for one of my favourite recipes: Muneo-Jorim (Spicy braised octopus) and soon, the kitchen begins to smell delicious. Muneo-Jorim is a side dish, but it tastes really good so I like to eat it as a meal.
When the octopus is done, I set it on a plate and put the plate on the dining room table. I felt lonely sitting at the table by myself and I didn't want to exclude Naeyeon, so I went upstairs and knocked on her bedroom door before hearing a faint "come in" and stepping in cautiously.
Naeyeon looked beautiful as usual. She was in her bathroom with the door open and she had her long hair drooping over her head as she blow-dried it. As I looked at her, I could almost see sparkles around her as she flipped her hair over again and it rested perfectly on her shoulders. She was wearing a pair of blue pyjama shorts and a white tank-top. Naeyeon looked over to me questioningly as I stood there, admiring this beauty.
'Ah...' I gazed, scratching the back of my neck, then snapping back to reality. 'I uh... I made some food if you want to come eat. I made muneo-jorim both as an apology and because I was hungry.' She looked me in the eyes and smiled.
'you cooked?' Her eyes sparkled in the dim phosphorescence of the light. 'For me?'
'Well, I cooked for...' I paused for a moment, contemplating my words. '... I cooked for us.'
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'This is really delicious, Jun. I didn't know you could cook like this.' She smiled at me and my heart wanted to melt. 'I guess I'll forgive you.' A quick and long breath left my mouth as Naeyeon's words relieved somewhat of the tension floating around us. '... On one condition...' A sharp exhalation hit the back of my throat and she giggled. 'Boy, you look like you've just seen a ghost, aha. My condition is that you cook for us more often.'
'Deal.'
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An Idol's Misery - Wen Junhui fanfiction
Fanfiction"We're just friends." "But are we really? What am I to you, Yoon Naeyeon?" "Junhui, I'm not sure, myself, but when you're not around, I feel alone. Even in a room full of people."
