Falling In Love With My Bodyguard

Episode 9: [Encounter]

《 Season One 》

Episode Nine:

| Encounter |

"Ah! Minho h-hyung!" Jisung groaned out in pain and bit his lip to keep his moans. "C-can you please hurry up?"

"Hold on, I'm almost done," Minho reassured.

Jisung winced in pain. He was embarass he got himself in this kind of situation.

"Okay done," Minho said as he wrapped a bandaid on Jisung's thumb. "See, that wasn't so bad."

"For you it wasn't," Jisung grumbled.

Minho put away the first aid kit. "Does it still hurt?"

"Just a little," Jisung held his thumb.

Minho sat beside Jisung. "Give me your hand." Minho held out his hand for and Jisung didn't know what to do, but to obey. So he placed his injured hand on top of his.

Minho kissed Jisung's thumb, well the bandaid. "My mom use to do that when I hurt myself."

Use to?

"Oh um thank you." Jisung snatch his hand away as he looks away a bit flustered.

The two males were inside in the bathroom. Minho was aiding Jisung because of his clumsiness or was it stupidity? Maybe both.

Ten Minutes and Three Seconds Ago...

"Oh, I would really love to do that!" Jisung exclaimed. His father and older brother refuse to teach him how to cook anything.

Jisung slightly remembered what they said. Something about how they didn't wanna die, yet.

Minho smiled at his answer. "Have you tried to cook before?"

"Uhh..." A tiny sweat slide across Jisung's cheek. He had a flashback of when he did, let's just say it wasn't pretty. R.I.P. Felix's oven. "Sort of?"

Minho stopped and furrowed his eyebrows. "Sort of?" Minho repeated.

"Mhmm," Jisung pressed his lips together making a straight line.

"Can you be more specific?" Minho gently dropped his knife on the chopping board, more curious of what Jisung meant.

Jisung started to sweat a bit more and silently gulped. "I-I... It wasn't anything too bad," Jisung lied and awkwardly laughed after.

Minho raised his eyebrow, then chuckled. "You're bad at lying, you know that right?"

Jisung's eyes widen a bit. "I'm still alive aren't I?" Jisung sassed.

Minho playfully rolled his eyes then chuckled, "If you say so. Come here." Minho opened a cabinet underneath the kitchen isle and grabbed another apron. "Here," he tossed it, "Wear this."

Jisung caught the apron and tied it around his waist.

Jisung walked around the kitchen isle and stood beside Minho. "Okay so... What do I do exactly?"

Minho backed up a bit, grabbed Jisung's waist, and placed him in front of the chopping board. "I'll teach you the basics." Minho gave the knife to Jisung, then he took a hold of Jisung's hands. "Now place your hands like this." Minho motioned Jisungs' hand. "Then you chop it, like so..."