Playing With Bullets

Chapter 12: Maidservice

I felt Taehyung's eyes burn into my back as I put the ingredients from the recipe he had picked into a metal pot. We had settled on a Korean food called Japchae. It was a fairly simple dish, made with only potato noodles and some sauce, but his eyes watched my hands cook in awe as if I was a magician.

"Jisoo-ah, you're so cool...", He sighed.

I rolled my eyes at how easily impressed he was. It was only because he himself was clueless in the kitchen. I assume his mother did most things for him when he was younger, so he never had to learn for himself.

I was about to start on the sauce until I realized it might get my dress messy. I didn't want to destroy my outfit.

Although I doubted there was one, I turned and asked Taehyung for an important item.

"Do you have a cooking apron?", I asked.

Taehyung tapped his chin in thought, "I think Jin usually wears one..."

After rummaging through his cabinets, we found Jin's apron. It was the girliest design I had ever seen, with periwinkle polkadotted frills on it's sides and pink cupcakes printed across the front.

"Are you sure you don't have any others?", I asked hesitantly.

"We have this one." He held up a plain white apron with, "kiss the cook" printed in bold black letters across the chest.

I deeply exhaled. Looking back at the previous smock, I decided it would be less humiliating than the latter. I chose the cupcake apron.

I threw it on and started tying the back. However, I couldn't tie the bow without being able to see it.

"Could you... Tie this for me?", I asked.

"No problemo."

His hands started moving against the small of my back as he tied the strings. It took him a couple minutes to finish the bow because he kept messing up.

I couldn't help but shift uncomfortably when he was touching  such an unconventional area on my body.

"Why are you so tense?", Taehyung laughed.

He finished the bow, but instead of leaving me to my work, started giving me a massage inbetween my shoulder blades. I held back a moan. The sensual relief he was giving me was like no other.

"T-taehyung...", I squeaked, "don't you think it's a little... Inappropriate for you to be touching me?"

"Why would it be inappropriate?"

I muffled more embarrassing noises  as has thumbs hit just the right spot on my back.

"Um, don't you ever have... Weird thoughts about girls?"

"Not really. I'm usually thinking about Iron Man."

My hands flung up to stop his before I made some more risqué noises. When I turned to look at his face, he seemed to find my irritation hilarious.

"Jisooah, you're so easily flustered.", He chuckled.

I couldn't understand how someone so innocent could make me feel things the exact opposite. Withholding my snarky comments, I forced a fake laugh and went back to cooking. I was beginning to wish he had been more severely injured.

Taehyung didn't return to his seat. He intently watched from behind me. I occasionally felt his breath on my neck when he found something I was doing reeeaaallly interesting.

"Taehyung, have you ever heard of space?", I finally snapped.

"My friends say I'm from there."

"What?"

"My friends call me an alien.", He laughed like a little kid.

I sighed, and went back to ignoring him. At last the dish was finished, and I put it before him on the table.

"Done! Waddya think?", I said with pride.

Taehyung took a bite of the dish. I awaited  his approval, but he said nothing. He just stared at the dish. I began to feel a bit nervous as the time passed and he only looked at my food blankly.

"Do you not like it?"

"This is the best food I've ever eaten.", He replied.

"Thank you!", I sighed in relief.

"I think I like you."

I froze as Taehyung stated his love for me with a completely serious expression on his face.

"Hahah... Like?"

"A lot." He pushed the food aside to study my reaction.

I didn't know what to say.

"What are you talking about? You probably just like the food, not me." This time I was the one laughing.

"No, I like you. Everything about you. I like watching you cook. I like your hands, and how they fit into mine perfectly. I like seeing your hair swept to the side when I'm behind you, so I can see the nape of you neck. I like your dimples and the crinkles in your eyes when you smile too hard. I like your laugh. I like your reactions to things, especially when you get all agitated-"

"-Taehyung-"

"Or riled up. I like how short you are. I like how you have to stand on your toes to reach things. I like when you're flustered, like you are now. I like-"

"-Taehyung!?-"

He started approaching me. I stepped back with every step he took, until I hit the wall.

"I like you more than iron man."

My eyes widened. Then, he pushed my hair away from my face and kissed my forehead.

"Did I mention I like your lips too?"

He kissed me, this time properly. Not a peck, but a real, passionate kiss. It made cooking for him all worth it.

When our lips parted, I giggled. "I do too."

"What?"

I like all those things about you too."

"That's weird.", Taehyung chuckled.

We went back to kissing. I felt like I was in heaven. Taehyung was just beginning to run his hand over my thigh, when we heard the door open.

"Taehyung! We came back early to check on you. We have food."

We pulled apart. I was shocked. For the first time, Taehyung looked shocked too. Scared even.

"Oh no no no no...", He hissed.

"Taehyung...", I said

He grabbed me by the hand and ran us down the hall to his room. Luckily, the rooms were separated by walls, so they hadn't spotted us yet.

"Taehyuuung.", Hoseok yelled from the other room.

As soon as we were in his bedroom,  Taehyung slammed the door. Than he grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me into his closet.

"Stay quiet.", He whispered.

Next thing I know, he had closed the closet door and locked it. I was trapped inside Kim Taehyung's closet