"seul~gi, seul~gi" the young woman sings her joy, tiptoeing around the apartment over her new identity. after jimin came up with the name, she couldn't stop humming it. those two syllables were tattooed on her mind by the permanent ink of his sugary voice, like a sweet melody that has soon been stuck in her head.
"glad you like that name," jimin's voice echoes from the kitchen, "one second, food is ready." he takes a peak at the girl, his lips curve up once their eyes meet.
"food?" seulgi tilts her head, questioning. upon curiosity, she wraps a blanket around her body, walking towards the kitchen then to where jimin is standing. "jimin is...food?"
he chuckles, flicking the tip of her nose. "no dummy, i'm making food." his action causes seulgi's monolid eyes to form the perfect full moons. "really, do you want to eat me up that much?" jimin asks jestingly, putting his focus back on the saucepan in front.
he blushes at his own joke.
seulgi, on the other hand, is busy admiring the never-before-seen technique or whatever it's called that jimin is performing. the man is playing with fire while constantly swirling a pair of sticks in that handled steel bowl. what a show, she thought.
there is a burst of aroma within each movements of his that she never sensed before. not the smell of leftovers, leather whips, or dried blood; it is one that comes from a freshly cooked meal made of love and care which she has longed to taste.
in an instant, jimin finishes the dish with some final seasonings and extra decoration. they head to the dining table, he places down the sauce pan, two porcelain bowls and two pair of cutleries. 'two'.
he likes how things are being doubled. he used to prefer being alone, but having someone on your side isn't a bad feeling at all. a 'lone wolf' title might have given him the freedom he wanted, the independence of whom he already was, but a 'family' will fill up the empty pages of his life story, without erasing any of its old content.
a relationship with himself has been following him through these entire years, so now it is the best time to turn it into a two-way thing, to eventually get real before the man gets lost and lonely. let's build it on the base of love and trust, then bloom it with the chemistry between partners, with the one he is seeking something genuine and good inside.
hopefully, the one standing beside him right now.
showing off his gentlemen-like side, jimin pulls her chair back, gesturing her to settle down. at which she gets confused, is he trying to steal her seat or something?
"have a seat, my lady." he smiles gently, offering her a hand to hold onto. seulgi is still quite ignorant of what is happening, but manages to sit down. the man goes back to his seat, it does not take a second for him to realize the uneasy expression drawn on his partner's face.
"what's wrong, seulgi?" he asks. her name sung by his tone sounds like candy to their ears.
"...don't like this," she mumbles in return.
"the food? or the seat?" he rushes, worrying something may have made her uncomfortable.
"...there." seulgi points at the man.
"me? you don't like me??"
"want...jimin hold seulgi..." her lips purse out a cute pout.
seulgi sure as hell does not want this cold, hard texture below her bump. the feeling just back-flushes what she had been through in the past - metal seat, straw blanket, and other worst experience one could gain in that institute. she wants the warmth the he gave her from earlier, the tight snuggle that pressed on all parts of her body like a personal duvet.
