Min Yoongi is a guy who is shy and very secretive, those around him don't know of his Nickname or of his mysterious profession. He is someone who fulfills the wishes of those who go through terminal illnesses. They call him The Black Ribbon Angel (d...
Everyday everyday holding on to my hope, you are always next to me
Telling me I can make it, make until the end~ *
The song to my alarm went off, I open my eyes and stare at the unfamiliar ceiling. That's when I remember that I'm no longer in my own home. I now live with The Black Ribbon Angel. Last night we came here to his house, he told me to sleep early and get all the rest I could get. Supposedly Today will be the first day of therapy. I'm not sure how good he can be, but hopefully this can get me close enough to him to change his mind.
*Yawn*
I stretch my arms out and roll my shoulders back. Getting my body ready to hop out of bed. Mentally prepping myself with what may and may not happen. The worse thing that could happen is him judging me or asking for more and more personal information. The best thing that could happen is if we just talk a little and go out somewhere. I would love to go walk nearby the lake I saw while we drove here. It's view was very intriguing, the water looked so clear and flowing. I would love to just sit down and relax. Letting the cool breeze blow through my hair and allow the cold water to touch my feet.
I hop out of bed and head out the door onto the hallway. I go down the hallway and stop in my steps. Where is the bathroom? I don't even know where it is?.. Ahh, I should've asked him before I went to bed. Once I got here I just went to my new room and slept. I guess my disappointment got me hard last night. I couldn't take the sadness that came over me. Yet I'm happy that at least I won't be in an asylum, plus The Black Ribbon Angel is very hot so... haha
I finally find the bathroom, which was two doors down from my room. I brush my teeth and take a quick shower. Once I exited the bathroom, I smelled an interesting aroma in the air.
*sniff sniff*
BACON?
My feet scurry their way to the scent, sniffing like a dog. I find my way into the kitchen and notice a rare sight.
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A man cooking? For me? For us? Out of all men in the world, The Black Ribbon Angel cooks?
My eyes open wide in shock. I can barely cook ramen, how can he be making bacon and what looks like a five star breakfast. I guess there's many things I will be finding out about him while living here.
"Good Morning Ms. Smith" saying happily. He's a morning person. I could never say something so happily without my morning coffee. Without my morning coffee someone can get harmed.
"Call me Janae" It's a bit awkward to be called Ms. Smith, especially now that we live together. "So you can cook? It all looks delicious." While licking my lips, Oh my this looks good.
