catch boys by their toes

fourteen➖

v.
EVEN THOUGH YOU DON'T LOVE ME

bts; TAEHYUNG & YOONGI
— yandere parents

The stove was turned off. The pot of gravy sitting on top, steaming hot. The kitchen was completely quiet, not a sound other then the refrigerator's humming. What, however, was not quiet was the dining room. Small clanks could be heard, as well as screeching of chairs.

Upon entering the said dining area, a girl was seen pushing a wooden chair. Her short body was squished against it, her feet trying to stick to the floor. Her body weight leaned into the object trying to make the chair move. Sweat was covering her forehead. The huge seat was extremely heavy, well, for the girl.

She stopped to catch her breathe due to her pants of exhaustion echoing throughout the room. (Y/N) placed her hands on her knees, breathing in, then letting it out. In the back of her mind she had told herself that she needed to exercise —that's what her Father wanted for her anyway. Getting her steady heart rate back, she placed her hands on top of the chair's back and pushed it. Luckily her siblings weren't in sight or they would have made fun of her.

Finally with one last push, she tucked the chair under the table. Pleased with her work, the girl wiped her face with the back of her sleeve, brushing off the baby hairs that landed near her eyes. With a huff, she made her way to the kitchen to collect the utensils for dinner.

Grabbing plates, glass plates for the adults and plastic ones for the kids, she placed them neatly on the table. Next, picking up the forks, spoons, and knives (only three for her parents and herself, and then two safety ones for her brothers) she went to set them by the plates, following what her Papa told her to do. After finishing the table placements, (Y/N) was happy with the results. She was extremely proud of herself and a smile grew on her face.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Whipping her head to the sound, the girl knew who was on the other side. Quickly, she took a glance at the table inspecting it just to be sure she had everything correctly. When she thought everything was there, she had noticed that she forgot to bring out the cups. Becoming nervous, the chubby girl ran to the kitchen trying to get the items as fast as she could.

Hearing another knock on the door made her heart beat heighten. (Y/N) was a short person and the cabinets that contained the cups were on the highest shelf. As of what she knew, the stepping stool was up stairs in the kids bathroom. Knowing she did not have enough time to get it, she lifted herself onto the countertop.

Having a bit of trouble with that, she held onto the cabinets' handles. With a deep breathe, she kept one hand on the handle to keep her balance, while the other had opened up the cabinet door and one by one, pulled out three glass cups and two plastic sippy cups. When she placed all of them on the counter, a few inches away from her as to not knock them down, she hesitantly lowered herself down for her feet to touch the marble tiles. With her feet hitting the ground, she shoved the cups into her arms and rushed into the dining room.

While placing the cups down near each plate, she heard another knock, this one having a bit of annoyance to it. The action made (Y/N) promptly place the items down quicker and she ran to the door. Right before opening the door, she quickly looked in the mirror that was placed at the entrance. Patting her hair down, and smoothing her skirt, she took a deep breath in. Swiftly, she unlocked the door knob and opened up.

The man standing before her did not look pleased. His lips were in a straight line, no smile creases were to be shown. A prominent nose had a delicate curve, ending with a define roundness to it. His cheekbones were high and mighty, showing sophistication within his pale skin. Black hair was neatly gelled, his middle part perfectly centered. Dressed in a white button up shirt, with no wrinkles to be seen, and a black blazer on top, capturing his shoulders well. There he stood, black slacks covering his long legs, ending at the ankle, just an inch above his polished shoes.