•abhorrence🥀

fourteen

•y/n•

I quickly ran to my room and closed the door. I covered my mouth then quietly scream.

HE IS SO FREAKING HOT!!!!!! MY GOODNESS!! THOSE ARMS!!! THOSE ABS! AHGJAHENKAIAHSNSAAHAGA!!!!

"Focus...focus, Y/n. Get it together....remember, you hate him and he hates you." I took a deep breath then slowly exhale.

Once I finally get myself together, I continue packing whatever I needed for that Honeymoon.

After I'm done, I let out a huge sigh and lay down on the floor. It's really tiring. I took out my phone and checked the time.

"It's 6.30 p.m?! How long did I-?"

Pfft, who cares anyways. I'm hungry. I feel like making Bibimbap so I quietly went downstairs and went to the kitchen.

I opened the fridge and grabbed all the ingredients I need. I feel like making it for myself but what will that Dimwit eat for dinner? Rocks? BBQ paper? Sofa?

Whatever I'll just make extra just in case.

In case if I still want so more. 😌👌🏼

While I was frying the egg, I heard a door closed from upstairs. My head immediately turned at the staircase to see if he already WOKE UP. I mean, it could've just been a strong wind or something. Who knows?

Then I heard footsteps and I already know who's. It's Joshua Hong's.
"What are you making?" He rubbed his eyes.

"Bibimbap." I turned back to the pan and flipped the egg.
"You want some?" I asked, without me noticed.

YOU WANT SOME?! Hold on! Why are you behaving like this?! YOU WANT SOME?! That sounds like what a WIFE would SAY!! Disgusting.

I was waiting for his reply, but I didn't heard a single sound from him. Okay what?

I ignored him then cut all of the vegetables and decorate it on my bowl of rice. I sprinkled some sesame seaweeds and a little of sesame oil. And...DONE!

I grabbed my chopsticks and sat at the dining table. I stirred my Bibimbap then poke the egg yolk.

Why do I feel guilty for eating this all by myself? Should I call him? But where did he go? In his room, I guess? Maybe I should just call him. I actually hate it when I'm eating dinner ALONE.

"You should be lucky that I'm actually being nice to you for once, in your entire three days." I mumbled to myself while standing in front of his bedroom door.

Before I actually knocked, I cleared my voice just in case if I sound like a dying Duckling.
"Okay..." I took a deep breath and knocked but he suddenly rushed out of his bedroom, in his casual clothes.

"Where are you going?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. I followed after him and he sat on the couch, tying his shoelace.
"I'm going to eat dinner with Nancy so I might be home a little late."

Nancy? You mean that bitch who spilled my milk on top of my FREaKiNG head?! Oh yeah, I remember her!

"But I already cooked dinner." Okay I sound so pathetic.
"Who told you to?" He scoffed.
"It's because I'm hungry and plus I hate it when I eat dinner by myself."