Our Game || Min Yoongi

10k Reads Special

A/n: I made it for 10k readsssss~~~~

So I made another speciallll~~~

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"Y/n's not here today." Irene said, without lifting her head away from her computer.

Peter sighed.

She heard him, and she knew he was disappointed, but she didn't want to intefere.

He moved towards the table Irene was sitting and dropped the lunch tin.

The loud bang gained Irene's attention as she looked up, astonished.

"Hey, hey, hey!" She shouted, "You can't blame me because she wants to go to her parents in-law's house."

Peter just laughed bitterly, "Parents in-law."

Irene rolled her eyes, "I know, but you don't have to mock her."

He pushed the container towards Irene, "Here, you eat it then."

She glared at him with disgust, "How many more times do I have to eat something you made for Y/n!? I always have to eat the rejections."

"I'm glad you know that, but you don't have to rub it into my face" Peter said, "now eat it otherwise you're wasting food."

"And?"

"You also hurt my feelings."

A few seconds of silence, with Peter's puppy eyes, showering Irene with innocent glances, she grew annoyed. "So if I eat this, you'll leave me alone?"

A grin formed on Peter's face, "Yes."

The rich aroma of pasta and shrimp spreaded through the entire room when Irene only opened the lid.

She hated to admit, but the food smelt nice and creamy, something she would definitely eat.

"Thanks." She said awkwardly.

"I may not be Gordan Ramsay, but I'm proud of my cooking." Peter said, watching Irene take her first bite.

She didn't say anything, but he could see that she's overwhelming with satisfactory, she's just hiding it.

"I've got some news to anounce." Peter said.

Irene nodded, not removing her pair of eyes off of her food.

"I'm officially over Y/n."

Hearing that, made Irene look into his face immediately, checking if he was serious.

It didn't look like he was lying, although he looked a little hurt, but bravery and confidence shone in his eyes.

"I'm impressed." Irene said emotionlessly, an unknown feeling of happy roaming in her stomach.

"And that means, I'll no longer cook for her."

Now Irene changed from feeling slightly happy, to upset, as if she had just fallen from a cliff.

If he can't cook for Y/n anymore, he won't be able to visit.

The emotions couldn't be covered or disguised, it was very obvious, shown on her face.

Peter laughed shyly, scratching the back of his head.

"I'll be cooking for you."

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A/n: If this book reaches 20k reads, I'll make a chapter of either 'Irene and Peter's story' OR 'If Yoongi was still alive'.

Uhm, this book won 3rd place for a award... I just forgot what it's called.

Yeah, we've won. Thanks for all the support.💞💞💞