Feel // Park Jimin bts

Chapter 4

Beep beep beep 8:30am

"Ughhh" I keep my eyes closed while I reach for my phone, wanting to throw it across Korea.

I shut off my alarm

finally, peace and quiet

BEEWWWWWWWPPPPP

"AHHHHH" I roll over my bed and fall hard on the wooden floor.

I look up and there's Jimin standing at the door smirking looking down.

"You know, when your alarm rings it means to wake up, not to go back to sleep so I decided to help you a little" He says dropping his weight to his left leg.

This kid

"You didn't have to do that" I murmur as I get up to awaken a little more.

"Oh I know, but I do a lot of things I don't exactly have to do" he says winking and leaving my room.

Well, clearly you do

I grab the necessary and run to the shower. I wash myself, put on lotion and get dressed. I put my curly hair in a slick pony tail as my curl fall loose down my back.

Can't believe 4 years ago I wanted to perm my hair straight, I'm glad I've started to love my curls.

As I leave the bathroom, I smell food from the kitchen.

Woah smells good, don't tell me he knows how to cook

I reach the kitchen and there he is, by the stove cooking something that seem like pancakes.

"Take a seat there I'm making food" he says not glancing up, but instead focusing on what he's making.

Don't gotta tell me twice.

I do what he says and sit down. I patiently wait for breakfast to be done, finally he puts on the table

Pancakes
Eggs
Bacon
Toasts
And fruit

My mouth is wide open not believing that the same Jimin cooked all of this, not only cooked, but is offering for me to eat with him.

"You don't have to look so impressed, I know I'm amazing" he says cockily sitting down

I roll my eyes.

He's still the same nvm

I quietly take a bit of everything as I eat like a lil pig. I smile I'm satisfaction, this is good.

Don't mind me, when I'm hungry I don't care who's watching me

Its silent for a few minutes until I decide to break it.

"So when did you learn how to cook?" I ask while chewing.

"First close your mouth when you eat" he says chuckling looking at me, I frown. "And to answer your question my mom taught me at a young age, she says I need to know how to provide for myself and my future wife" he says while finishing his food.

Future wife

"I wonder if he knows the meaning of deserving a wife" I murmur quietly.

I catch him glance at me as I finish chewing.

He stares, clenches his jaw and looks back down at his plate.

"May, what do you think of me?"

I look at him and frown.

'What do I think him? '