[Dara’s POV]
Why does it feel so hot…?
His voice… his sweaty forehead and drenched clothes… oh God… it’s hooooot….
His lips…. His touches…. Ghaaaaaaaaad..! What’s happening to me..!!!!
CLANG
CLING
CLANG
Omo…! What’s that…?
I slowly opened my eyes as the sounds persisted to bug the hell out of me…
I rubbed my eyes to adjust my site only to find myself lying on our sofa…
My forehead creased as I tried remembering what happened… the noise continuously rang the whole house…
And just then I finally remembered everything…!
The sofa… the bathroom… the arms of the man who caught me when I passed out…
KWON JIYONG…!
I quickly jumped away from the sofa as I felt my blood rising up to my cheeks… the events earlier started to run inside my mind… the time when I almost lost my virginity waaaah…! I will never sit on that sofa again…!
And the bathroom…! Kyaaaa….!
As I remembered something, I quickly looked down to myself… sighed in relief when I saw that I’m still wearing my clothes… it’s good to be sure… I shouldn’t have passed out when that jerk was still here…
Speaking of that perverted jerk… where is he…?
Did he finally have the shame of kicking himself out…?
And what’s that noise…?
My brow rose when I noticed where the noise was coming from… omo…! Did someone break in while I was asleep…?
I ducked and slowly sneak my way towards the kitchen… brought the big book I used to hit the jerk earlier…
The noise went louder… ghaaad…! I should’ve just called the police…! And that jerk shouldn’t have left me alone while I’m still sleeping…!
And when I got closer… I smelled something burning inside the kitchen…
Waaah…! The burglar’s even planning to burn our house…!
With all the courage I have… I ran towards the kitchen holding the large book with both of my hands… I closed my eyes for I don’t know if this would also be the end of me… at least I’ll with integrity… a hero for saving our house from this burglar-slash-arsonist…!
“OUCH…!”
The burglar yelled as I hit him once, twice… thrice…!
“Take that..! Die…! How dare you break in our house…!”
The burglar cussed but I didn’t stop… it’s me or him who will die tonight…!
And just then, he had the chance to grip on both of my arms… O-oh…
“F*ck..! What did I do now…?!”
He yelled at me as I dropped the book… causing it to land on his foot… he yelled again in pain… take that..!
But somehow the voice sounded familiar…
I slowly opened my eyes and it widen in great shock as I saw the jerk’s bruised face.
“OMO…!”
The only thing I managed to say.
He let go of my arms as he immediately touched his now bleeding lips…
I backed away a bit as I covered my mouth with my hand… I totally hurt him…
“Why’d you hit me…?! What did I do…?!”
He yelled-asked me… I lowered my hand and played with my fingers… crossing my feet a bit while looking down.
“I thought someone broke in…”
I whispered… he cussed once again.
I looked up and ghaaaaad…! I totally hit him hard…!
Without thinking twice… I quickly got a clean towel and soaked it a bit with water… I ran towards him and pushed him towards the counter.
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“I’m sorry… I thought..-“
She damped his bruised lips with the wet towel… he winced in pain and all she could do is to apologize again.
She felt herself blushing once again as she noticed that their faces were just couple of inches away from each other… remembered everything that happened between them once again she felt her heart raced wildly…
She cleared her throat… brushing off the weird feeling inside her… and accidentally pushed the cloth on his bruise which caused him to yelp a bit.
“Omo…! Mianhe…!”
“Do you really want to help me..?”
She just rolled her eyes before speaking again
“What were you doing here in the first place…?! I thought you already left..!”
And with that his eyes widen as he remembered something…
“Damn..!”
He pushed her a bit and ran towards the stove…
Dara raised a brow again and went towards him.
“What are you doing…?”
Her face crumpled a bit when she smelled something off and burned… eyes widen in surprise when she saw what he’s been busily doing.
“What’s that…?!!”
She yelled in horror… backing away a bit while pointing on the pot that he’s stirring…
He shrugged her off… looked down inside the pot and smiled in content… totally forgetting his bruised face as he busily cooked his so called ‘food’
“Kwon Jiyong…! I said what’s that…?!”
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[Jiyong’s POV]
Tssssk..! What the…! Why is she asking me nonstop…?! Of course it’s a stew..!
I let go of the spatula and faced her…
“I’m cooking us food can’t you see…?”
I saw her face painted another horrified expression… what’s with her…?!
“Are you going to poison me…?!!”
She yelled….
What…?! Poison her…? With what…?! Oh f*ck…! Don’t tell me she’s talking about my cooking…!
“I am not…! I was trying to cook food here for you and you’re accusing me that I’ll poison you…?!”
She pressed her mouth shut but opened it after a while to speak again… now what…?!
“You… you call that food…?!! It’s worse than a pig’s food…! Have you ever tried eating that kind of food…?!”
She pointed at the pot with disgust on her face… I turned to the pot I was cooking for this past two hours.
What’s wrong with this…?
I grabbed the spatula and had a taste of it…
Freaking hell…! What kind of taste is this…?!!!
I followed all the steps I got from my phone… this is suppose to taste like a spicy stew… but hell…! I don’t even know how to describe the taste of it…! Curse you Google…!
I ran towards the sink to wash off the disgusting taste in my tongue… f*ck it won’t come off…! What was that…?!!
And just then I heard her giggling behind me…
I turned around and glared at her… she just laughed at me once again…
So much for impressing her…! I spent two freaking hours making this crap…!
“What did it taste like..?”
She teasingly asked me… tssssk…!
I went towards the disgusting stew and poured all of it in the sink…. Watching how it slowly got sucked I felt terribly helpless… this is the first time feeling that way… and all because of this stupid girl…!
It’s even my first time cooking for a freaking girl and I messed up…?!!!! What the..!!! Since when did I know the phrase ‘messed up..?’
I just stood in front of the sink… holding the pot in my bruised hands… wearing a stupid pink apron… why am I doing all of this sh!t…?!
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[Dara’s POV]
What’s happening to him…?
Did he got poisoned because of that ‘food’
Omo…! What if he’s dead…?! Yeah right… he should have crashed down if he’s dead… ghaaad..! What am I thinking about…?!
But wait… why is he cooking by the way…? He’s even wearing my mom’s apron…! Aigoo… I never thought he could look cute with it…
His back’s facing me… he just stayed stiff facing the sink…
And just then I noticed his hands as he dropped it on his sides…
Omo…! Full of bruises…!
Is it because of cooking…?!
“Jiyong…”
I called him… and slowly he turned to me wearing a pout… kyaaaaa…!!! Why is he making face like that wearing a pink apron and pink slippers..?!!!
He continuously pouted while I felt my blood rising up to my head again…
“I sucked at cooking…”
He said as he lowered his head… omo…! Is he Kwon Jiyong…?! What’s happening to him…?!
I quickly went to him setting aside his ‘cute’ appearance…. I grabbed his bruised hands…
“What happened to your hands…?”
I asked him even though the reasons are quite obvious
He looked at me straight in the eyes before he spoke
“Does Jaejoong know how to cook…?”
Huh…? What did Jaejoong have to do with this…?
I raised a brow as I looked at him questioningly… his face looked serious but I shrugged off his question… I pulled him to a chair and made him to sit… I quickly ran towards our first aid kit and back to him…
I sat beside him as I started tending his wounds… what is he thinking about…? Why would he bother cooking…? Aigoo… Is he planning to include his fingers to that so called stew of his…?
“Done”
I tapped his hands as I finished putting in the last band aid on his finger… he just sighed
“You’re acting weird…”
I told him… he just shrugged it off and stood up… took off the apron and put it on the counter.
“I’ll just order us some dinner…”
‘US…?’ Is he really planning to stay here…?!! I saw him got his phone and was about to dial a number but I stopped him.
“There are still some foods in the fridge… let’s just heat them…”
He just nodded and went seated on the chair again… kyaaaaaaaaa…! Why is he acting like this…?! I couldn’t even bring myself to kick him out…!!!
Good thing my brother already cooked foods for me…
We both ate in silence… I watched him across the table… observing his odd attitudes… why is he so quiet…?!!! It’s not that I don’t like it… but this is scarier than he being a jerk…!
As we finished eating I told him that I’ll just be the one to wash the dishes… he just nodded again… ghaaa…! Kwon Jiyong you’re really freaking me out…!!
Why…? Is it because of his stew…? But really it’s not food…!!! Oh god…!! But thinking that maybe it’s his first cooking… I was a bit harsh insulting his food…
Aigoo… so does that mean I should let him stay here just to make it up for him…? Wise thinking Jiyong…
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As she was busily washing the dishes…someone was watching her from behind… his heart began to throb once again… the once insecurity that he felt earlier brushed him again… he slowly went towards her… she suddenly gasped as pair of warm arms wrapped along her waist…
He pulled her body closer to his… resting his head on her shoulder… she stiffened on his hold… totally shocked by what’s happening… he held her slender waist tightly… as if he’ll lose her once he let go.
The thing that’s been bothering him these past few days…. The words of his friend… his uncontrollable actions towards her and the never ending fast pace of his heart whenever she’s there… and the only word that best explain his worry… it all comes up together again... and again he can’t control himself when it comes to her.
“Dara-ah… don’t go to Jaejoong… I’ll try to cook for you again if you want…”
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