Eunji turned off the stove and walked towards her phone that was still placed on the counter. She picked it up and started to text Jungkook her address. He responded with an "Okay" then about five seconds later with a "when should I come?"
"Anytime soon. I'm already done cooking" she typed in before turning her phone off and walking back to her finished spaghetti. She heard a ding come from her phone but she ignored it knowing it was Jungkook.
She lifted the lid of the pot and sniffed in the aroma of her Italian dinner.
"Mmm~ he better hurry up before I eat it all by the time he gets here," she mumbled as she placed the lid back on the pot. She looked over at the oven that held the garlic bread saw the remaining time: 2 minutes left. She skipped into her room and washed her hands and face. Then right before she changed, the beeping noise of the oven was heard. She swiftly walked to the oven and pulled out the perfectly golden garlic bread and set them on a plate. She covered them with paper towels before going back into her room to change. She pulled out a light grey pair of sweats and a loose white silky shirt before putting them on. Then she fixed her hair into a messy bun.
After getting comfortable, she headed out of her room and took her phone in her hands. She opened his message that says "Okay I'm coming now" that was sent 15 minutes ago. So he should be here soon, I guess. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed the pot and placed it in the center of her dining table, right next to the garlic bread.
"Perfect," she said with a satisfied smile plastered on her face. Right then, a knock on her door was heard. She went over and opened the door revealing a Jungkook with a black shirt and grey sweats.
His outfit:
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(A/N: Do you guys see Namjoon😂)
"Hey Eunji," he said with a smile.
"Hi," she opened the door wider and let him inside. He walked in and took off his shoes. He looked at her to see that she was in the kitchen setting up the table. He watched her organize the plates and utensils. She looked up and gave him a 'what-are-you-looking-at' face. He softly laughed before his feet took him into the kitchen.
"You can sit if you want," she said finishing up organizing.
"Okay," he took a seat.
"So what do you want to drink?" She asked.
"Um, anything is fine."
"No. What do you want to drink?" She emphasized the word "want".
"Orange juice is fine."
"Okay then," she walked towards the fridge and poured the orange juice inside a glass cup for both of them. She put the juice back in the fridge before walking back to him and setting down the drink right next to him.
"Thank you for letting me come here and eat with you," he said looking straight in her eyes.
"It's fine. Your the one who begged me anyways," she sat down across from him and started to put some fresh spaghetti on her place with a piece of garlic bread. She noticed that he wasn't moving and was instead watching her every move. She sifted in her seat before she spoke.
"Are you gonna keep staring at me and starve, or eat the food I made?" She said taking a bite of her dish.
"H-huh? Oh I'll eat. Sorry," he apologized and started to grab some food.
She shook her head before they started to eat together. They talked and joked around with each other while eating. Without knowing, they got closer in just a couple of hours. Who knew it was fun to hang out? She didn't. He knew everything about her while she was discovering new things about him. He silently listened to her blabbing about herself with heart eyes. Good thing she hasn't noticed yet. Yet.
