Lost In The Dream

11 | Kitchen Story

Zimmy's POV.

My lungs are burning and there's a lump on my throat that I can't swallow. Seeing him look through my eyes like this makes me want to crawl and bury myself on the ground. Both our hearts are pounding so fast that I can't hear the noise outside anymore. His heavy breaths is no use of calming me down. I tried to escape his hands that are still pinning me down on the kitchen counter but his strong physique is just too strong. My knees are trembling and I let myself fall, maybe because this time, I know someone's here to catch me.

"Throw all that notes those guys gave you, you only need my phone number this time." He said as I transfer all my weight on him, I can't even feel my feet, how am I supposed to stand and gain my composure?

That was my first kiss. That was my first kiss. That was my first kiss.

In the end, I slumped to the floor touching my lips and playing the scene again and again in the back of my head. I was trying to drink water and Kihyun decided to just-

"I'm sorry," he said kneeling in front of me with a look of concern in his face. Is this the first time his eyes sparkled like that? This might be another bet, right?

I smirked, "did you lose another bet this time, Kihyun?"

He gave me a look of terror and confusion, the look that is reflecting to his previous days and wonder where could it all go wrong. I narrowed my eyes and waited for him to say something that could make my heart steady, or did I say something untimely that his lips are pursed until now?

"You think this is a bet?" He said under his breath, looking deep to my soul as if it's the only thing he knows. I nodded, making sure that he sees me doing it.

He leaned closer as I flinched and try to move away, but the drawers on my back is the sign of my defeat. He looked at me with fires in his chocolate brown eyes and slid his look to my lips once again. He pressed his lips against mine for the second time and I drown in how good he tastes that I forgot all the wrong in the world. That I've forgotten I'm not allowed to do this in accordance to what I pledged to Hana Medical Center.

I pushed him away from me and tried to get his taste off of my mind.

"Don't dare say that you think it's a bet again," he said and maybe he had enough that he stood up and ran his fingers through his hair. He tried to calm himself and sat on the couch. I clutched my chest and tapped it numerous times, I can't believe this happened. I won't believe this happened.

I'm in a room alone with him who kissed me as soon as he stepped foot inside. What could go wrong?

He watched me awkwardly march to my room, with my head on the ground, I can still feel his burning stare. I gazed upon him as he stopped me by holding my wrist.

"Where are you going?" He said, "you're not leaving me, aren't you?"

What's wrong with this guy?

I stuttered, "I'm going to nap." This is actually an excuse, I'd rather be alone in my room than see him awkwardly look at me with thoughts of me breaking my pledge swimming inside my head. He unlocked his grip on my wrist and nods his head slowly.

As soon as I closed the door on my room, I slumped to the bed and tried to replay what happened. The kiss and all that. I'll never look at him the same way again. I kicked the air with the thought that maybe I'm falling so hard on him this time.

Maybe I already fell.

The sound of the tap and piling plates woke me up. My nap took hours that I thought it's a brand new day already. I dashed out of my room without looking at my face to greet Dara and the others.

There was no Dara.

He looked at me with the softest smile plastered on his face. His hoodie tightened up on his face that made him look a lot cuter and smaller. Why is he still here? 

"What are you-" he pulled a seat on the dining table, an invite for me to eat what he has prepared. I scratched my nape and wondered why is he still here after he saw my woke up like this look. I swear to God if this is another bet to make me fall even harder, I would quit everything and accept that failing grade and be miserable.

He took the seat in front of me, and tapped my hands when I picked up the utensils. "How am I going to eat if you're tapping my hands?" I asked and rolled my eyes.

"Ah," he said holding a spoonful of curry rice on his hand. I pursed my lips, what is wrong with him? He leaned closer and I flinched because I thought he was going to kiss me again, that drug is too hard to swallow. But he held my chin gently to make me open my mouth and eat that freaking curry rice.

"Is it delicious?" He asked anticipating my answer, I nodded, "I'm glad to hear that."

The door opened as huge as possible, I concluded someone like Hagrid kicked it but in Korea, it's possible it's Shownu or Wonho.

"What are you two doing alone?" Shownu asked with a confused look on his face, Kihyun still holding up another spoonful on his hand. The other members soon entered the house, following their leader while shaking their heads.

I see how Kihyun calmly cope with the panic, "she's sick and needed someone so I helped."

The members all exchanged glances, "you helped?"

I didn't know I can have a choir in my own house. Changkyun ran towards me and touched my neck and forehead to what Kihyun quickly stopped by flicking his head.

"You even cooked for her but you can't cook for us?" Jooheon asked twitching the corners of his mouth.

"You can't cook for them?" I asked him while he was in the middle of spoon fighting Changkyun and Shownu who just wanted to eat.

"But seriously Kihyun-ssi, what the heck are you doing here?" Minhyun asked.

"You told us you'll go clubbing!" Hyungwon added.

"This is new and organized club, huh," Wonho said sarcastically.

We all heard the knob clicked, and there my team entered with their mouths open. I can feel my seat burning, I just dug my own grave.