Healing Melody (Very Slow Updates)

17. Permission Granted

A/N:

This chapter is dedicated to @crazy_whore for being my first and constant supporter! Also my first friend on Wattpad. Thank you so much Tal and I hope you like this chapter! ❤️😈😏

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"It's not much, but– Yeah." I nervously step aside for Galan to pass, hoping he doesn't find my apartment too shabby, because I'm pretty sure he spends his days in the opulent comfort of the most expensive penthouse in NYC.

It's either that or a mansion.

He steps past the doorway and sweeps a gaze across the space—very slowly—as if he doesn't want a single detail to escape his sight.

I gently shut the door and stand just to his left, wringing my hands together while waiting for him to finish his perimeter sweep for threats of bodily harm.

Because I'm starting to think that's actually what he's doing.

Just when I almost burst out in anxiety, he finally speaks. "I like it."

A breath swooshes out of me and my shoulders sag with relief.

I care about what he thinks of me too, even if I don't want to admit it out loud.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll go prepare our food." I smile and switch my ponytail into a top knot, more than ready to make a mean meal, even if it's only ramyun—or should I say, because it's ramyun.

I take a final glance at Galan who has moved towards the windows before heading to the kitchen. Rummaging through my kitchen cabinet, I realize with alarm that I forgot to get ramyun the other day at the grocery store.

Yeah, you got condoms instead—a voice of mischief whispers.

I sneakily glance back at the male god who is now seated on my couch looking so out of place with his powerful aura.

I've watched quite a number of Korean dramas to know that inviting someone over for ramyun equals to the American way of saying Netflix and chill, and I'm sure Galan doesn't know that, that's why I dared to suggest it in the first place. 

But now, I'm missing said ramyun.

"Uhmm, Galan?"

"Hmm?" He turns his head to look at me.

"I didn't restock on ramyun, so I'm just gonna cook with whatever I have, you okay widdat?" I give him an apologetic wince.

He chuckles lightly with a teasing gleam in his eyes. "As long as it's edible."

I roll my eyes with a smile and check the refrigerator for available ingredients.

I decide to make some Chinese-style chicken noodle soup. While I dice some garlic, carrots and shiitake mushrooms, I let the chicken boil in a pot of water. I dump in all the cut ingredients into another pot of boiling chicken broth, and shred the cooked chicken while waiting. It's a pretty simple recipe and after about twenty minutes, two bowls of aromatic chicken noodle soup topped with stir-fried garlic are ready to be served.

I turn around with the bowls in each hand and almost drop them when I see Galan sitting at the kitchen counter, staring intently at me with his elbows resting on the counter and hands clasped in front of him.

When did he even move here? Some ninja skills he's got there.

"You're sneaky." I narrow my eyes at him as I place the bowls on the counter. 

"Hardly." He gives me a crooked grin, showcasing those perfect set of white teeth. "You were just too focused on cooking to notice."

I plop down in the seat perpendicular to his. "Admit it. You're sneaky." I point my index at him and squint one eye at him playfully.