jung hoseok
i'm sitting across from him now.
in his kitchen.
at his table.
"are you hungry?" he asked.
"i-i think." i mumbled.
"when was the last time you ate?"
"i don't remember.." i whispered.
i don't know why he still wants to help me.
why him, out of all people?
a stranger.
a stranger wants to help me.
"well, i can make noodles for you if you want." he kindly offered.
"s-sure." i said.
i watched him as he got up and went to one of the cabinets. he pulled out a box of noodles and placed it on the counter.
he pulled out a pan, and filled half of it with water. he placed the pan on the stove and turned it on.
minutes later, he placed the noodles there and let it sit there.
he turned to me, and i immediately looked away.
"hoseok, it's okay to watch me." yoongi said with a soft laugh.
he laughed.
"I like your laugh." i mumbled, unsure if he can hear me.
"you like my what?" he asked, turning back to the stove.
"laugh. i like your laugh."
his body stiffened.
he turned off the stove and turned around.
his face, it was tinted a crimson color.
"y-you like m-my laugh?" he stuttered, obviously flustered.
i nod.
his lips curve into a smile, as he mumbled a thank you.
he turned back around and poured the noodles into two bowls, and then carrying one of the bowls over to me.
"careful, it's hot." he warned.
"o-okay."
he sat across from me with his bowl of noodles and picked up his chopsticks, grabbing some noodles and placing it in his mouth.
"AH, HOT. SHIT SHIT SHIT. FIREE." he blurted out, fanning his hand in front of his face.
next thing you know, i'm laughing.
i'm really laughing.
no forces, no fakes.
all real.
yoongi looks at me.
"i like your laugh too."
