𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | втѕ ƒƒ

Chapter 15 | El Chocolate

Narrator POV

Mia stood there for a moment trying to process everything.

She sighed and prayed to God everything would be okay.

Then she remembered leaving V alone downstairs.

"Oh shit!" She quickly dashed through the door and downstairs to the kitchen, coming to find a man child turning around slowly with his shirt and his face covered in the chocolate but somehow still managed to have most of it in the pot.

"Howww—"

"I tried telling you," he shrugged.

"You literally just had to stir—" she grabbed the bridge of her nose. "You know what never mind, give that to me!" She yanked the spoon from his hand.

Even if she was mad at him, she couldn't help but giggle a little. It was too funny, and Mia never knew how to be serious, well in situations like these at least.

Taehyung just stood there with a dumbfounded look.

Mia turned the stove off indicating that it was ready, she went to the sink to wet a towel and walked towards Taehyung.

"Ay este niño (oh this boy)," she said as she started wiping Taehyung's face.

He showed off his boxy smile as she cleaned him, Mia couldn't help but smile back. She liked his smile, it was so genuine and cute like a kids smile.

He looked like a little boy who was trying to help his mother cook but somehow ended up getting it all over him.

That was him right now.

"Grashiash," he tried saying to her.

"De nada," she smiled. "Wait here I'm gonna get you another shirt."

She quickly went upstairs grabbed another oversized jersey and came back down.

"Here," she handed him the shirt, "you can change in the bathroom down the hall."

"Okay," he smiled. "Be right back!"

Mia went to the cabinets to get 2 mugs out and poured the chocolate. By then Taehyung had already came out of the bathroom changed once again.

"Sorry about the incident and wasting your shirts," he chuckled in slight embarrassment.

"It's all good, accidents happen." Mia said as she topped the mugs with diabete— mini marshmallows.

Truth is, if it were anyone else dealing with him, they'd probably be half way out of this country by now. But working with children, Mia's tolerance grew so her patience level is extremely high, though she doesn't like people knowing.

"By the way, you have a lot of these jerseys. Do you play?" He asked.

"I did, but not anymore."

"Why not?"

"Refs piss me off," she shrugged, "plus I don't have the time anymore." She grinned while handing him one of the mugs.

"Thanks, but boy, what doesn't piss you off?"

"Depends," she walked around the counter heading for the living room, "come on." She indicated him to follow her.