SOFT BUN || markhyuck

9.

'come to the kitchen when you're done..'

The sizzling of oil under an egg-filled the kitchen with its aroma. The sound of pots and pans moving one place to another. The place was a mess. As the breakfast was being prepared by too many servants, I stood by the door watching the chaos take place. The young ones being scolded every time they made a mistake. Catching the attention of some of the workers as I signed out loud and stepped inside the place, I stopped as they all left what they were doing and bowed. I lowered my head a bit in return not saying a word. At the corner, I slid a wooden stool and dragged it there far away from anything. I watched them all closely.

I sat there for some time waiting... for the breakfast and that brat who never listened to me or anything I had to say. The food was almost ready but the kid never came. That fool. I rubbed my temples and got up. Going back all the way to his room stomping my way through, I reached out my hand to slid open the door but it opened before I did startle myself and the brat.

'fuck!' I muttered under my breath but apparently it was loud enough for him to hear. The boy gasped as he covered his mouth with his sweater paws. 'What?' both of us never took another step as we stood there.

'You said a bad word,'

'So?'

'bad word- a no-no,' he moved his finger side to side in front of my face that was peeking out of his too-long sleeves. I smiled. Not because of what he said or anything like that but realizing after paying attention to the end of his sleeves, he was wearing it inside out and- back to front. This idiot...

I took a step inside the room and closed the door behind me. The kid never moved back and looked up to me as now we stood a bit too close for my liking as his big shiny eyes could be seen a bit too closely and clearly. 'Here, I'll help you.. change..' god this is so damn awkward. But the kid was totally the opposite of me. He got excited and jumped up once leaving his hands in the air. I grabbed the edge of his shirt, my body felt chills as my fingers came in contact with his lower belly underneath. I gulped hard for no reason as my eyes traveled up stopping on his. He giggled.

'Hyungies hands are cold,' I never bothered replying and pulled the sweater over his head. Leaving his hair in disarray.

what the fuck is going on with me!?

After that, I never looked back at his face and quickly changed the sweater over and helped him wear.

We ate breakfast in his room later on as he ordered the servants to set in there for us. The small table on the ground covered with a fancy layer of material decorated with many dishes which I had never mostly seen. In the end, the kid needed help with blowing his food too so it took longer to finish then it should've.