The Photographer | 𝙑𝙈𝙄𝙉

Chapter 36 • Rice with milk and honey.

☾𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛☽

I wake up and I blink a few times to adjust my eyes to the light from the room. I get up, looking in the room. That's not my room.

I put one hand on my forehead, remembering where I am why I am here. His window is closed and the red curtains are drawn, the single light in the room being the chandelier, which color is blue.

I look beside me but the bed is empty, the whole sheet being on my side of the bed. Where is he?

I get up, running a hand through my hair, looking in the mirror at my reflection. What is was in my head when I let him dye my hair?

Nothing. Uh! My mom is going kill me.

I open the door, starting to walk down the hall to the stairs, arranging my clothes on my body.

I go down stairs looking through the living room, but there is no one so I go to the kitchen  to get a glass of water.

"Look who is up." He smile, still cutting a red apple. "Morning Pinkie"

I roll my eyes, going to the kitchen cabinet and taking a glass.

"Someone wake up grumpy." I only hum and open the sink, putting some water in my glass. "Are you going to ignore me?"

He wipes his hand on his apron, letting the knife on the counter. I nod and he come closer putting his hands on my shoulders. "Are you still mad?"

"No."

"Then why are you avoiding my gaze?" He raise my head up, making me look into his eyes.

"I don't" I say bluntly, moving his hands away and walking to the door.

"Jimin."

"Why did I let you do it? My mom is gonna kill me when she see I have pink hair."

"So that was" he say under his breath, hugging me from behind. "I already told you to don't worry. I will come with you and tell her."

"What? To tell what? That I want to do it? To dye my hair? What a shame, she will totally freak out."

"Leave that to me and stop thinking of it. Now let's eat, I made rice with milk and honey."

Rice with milk and honey? I never eaten that.

"Sit down and empty your pretty mind." I sit on the chair and he put the bowl of rice in front of me, smiling. "Do you want fruits?"

I nod and he put the bowl of fruit salad and his rice bowl next to mine, sitting next to me.

"Now eat and tell me if you like it."

He put a spoon in the bowl, taking a little of it and pointing it to my mouth. I open my mouth taking the food from the spoon.

It's good.

"Do you like it?" He ask smiling putting the spoon back on the bowl.

"Yes, thank you Tae." I smile and he put one hand over my shoulders.

"That's how I want to see you. Smile more."

I still have the think of my mom freaking out but I push it back, swallowing the lump formed on my throat. He is just to cute now, I can't be mad at him. Even if he fucked my mom...

He can do anything and I can't be mad at him a long time and I hate it...I think I like him.