Learning to love

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*edited*

Day 18:

Yoongi p.o.v

"Yoonie!" Jimin called me. I just came out the bathroom, I thought for a moment whether I should wear my dress first and then go to him or go to him first.

Buyers' orders first. 

"Yoonie!" He called again. I decided upon the latter option and went to him, wrapping the towel around my waist.

He was in the kitchen. The moment he laid his eyes on me, he blushed furiously. His eyes were glued to my body. I couldn't understand why Jimin was looking at me like that. His eyes trailed up and down my body, and for some reason my cheeks heated up again.

"You were calling Jimin?' I said, deciding to break the silence.

His head shot up to face, his cheeks turned a shade darker, "Wa-why a-are you lik-like t-this?"

"I just came out of the bathroom" I answered, "Do you need help?" I asked, walking closer to him.

"Stop!" He yelled, looking away from me, "Go wear some clothes first"

"You don't need my help?"

"Yoonie! Go wear clothes first and that's a order" I yelled. I faulted over my actions for a second. He has never actually spoken like that before. I didn't really think anything of it though. The staffs back at the facility were far more strict. Jimin's... the only one ever being nice to me.

I nodded immediately going back to my room and put on some clothes before going back to Jimin. He looked at me sighed, "Good. Now I was calling you because I wanted to now whether you wanted to bake cake together with me?"

"If you want me to then it's fine" I answered entering the kitchen, taking the bowl from Jimin's hand.

"Yeah!" He beamed, taking the ingredients from the cupboards.

he jumped onto the counter, sitting there, dangling his legs, pouring the ingredients in another bowl, "Okay, you make one...and I will make another one. This will be like a competition let's see who wins"

I remembered the classes, where we were taught to cook and bake. The quickest recipe I could remember was the chocolate cake. So I started mixing the ingredients, the method vivid in my head.

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The oven made a ping sound, indicating that the cakes were done. I saw Jimin wearing the oven gloves and snatched it from them ," You might hurt yourself, give them to me"

I opened the oven and carefully took out the cakes and placed it on the counter. Jimin was about to touch one but I slapped his hand away. It was an involuntary action, my eyes widen, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it. I am sorry please forgive me" I apologized, bowing, "Tha-the cake is still hot and you could've hurt yourself, that is why I did it. I am sorry"

I felt him put his hand on my shoulders, "What are you apologizing for? It was my fault. I was too stupid to realize that the cake will too hot to touch"

I sighed in relief, knowing that Jimin was not angry at my actions, otherwise he might given a complained to the facility and then I would have gotten punishment and they would have replaced me with someone else.

We let the cake cool down and set. Till that time, me and Jimin played the 3-6-9 game on the sofa. He whined every time he lost. It was almost like playing with a baby, and every time I would lose he would jump up and down on the sofa, clapping his hand and giggling.

"Aww... Not fair, you won again" He whined, pouting.

I didn't understand why but  I wanted to lose the next few matches . I intentionally made mistakes, and every time Jimin would smile widely. Back at the facility we're told to be competitive, try to be better than others. The one who would be the best would be chosen by many buyers, that's what they used to say.

I also became like that, not wanting to let the Mec-males or Mec-females win against me. Still, I was willing to lose every single round against Jimin. I don't why but I did.

When he thought the cake had cooled down enough we went to decorate it. He decorated his cake with Vanilla icing, while I used chocolate. Once we were both done, I kept the cakes on the table, while Jimin brought plates, cutting knife and spoons.

He cut two pieces each from the two cakes, then deciding upon which one to eat first.

"I can't choose. Which one should we eat first?" He asked

"Yours" I answered already taking a bite from it.

Jimin ate his and hummed, "Meh! could've been better. Let's eat yours"

He took a bit and instantly his eyes sparkled, "Oh My God! This is amazing!"

There! Again my cheeks heated up. I watched as Jimin finished his share and eyed the chocolate cake on my plate. I quietly gave it to him as he looked at me surprised. He smiled mumbling a thank and started eating it, "Okay you win! My cake tastes like poop. I am not going to eat it, I am having your one."

"Okay" I replied, though I didn't agree with him on the part where he said his cake tastes like poop, but I decided not tell it to him.

He cleaned the plated and kept both the cakes in the refrigerator. When I was sure that Jimin was nowhere near, I took the cake he made and took it to my room. I don't want to eat any other cake but this. I don't why but I just wanted to eat this one.

So.... I did, taking one bite, savoring it taste. I at first decided to finish it all at once but then decided against it. I want to savor it.

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A/N: This story is not by me. I deny to call this story my own. This is no story, It's absolute trash.