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Jimin’s POV
I paced up and down in the kitchen, begging my not-so-smart brain to think of a solution. Everything that happened between me and Taehyung had long been dumped at the back of my mind and what’s important now is the SEAWEED SOUP!!
For the nth times, I opened the fridge to look at the white bowl which was filled with seaweed soup just now, and now, just pure plain tap water.
“Do you know the seaweed soup wouldn’t just pop out of nowhere even if you keep looking at the fridge,” Taehyung came to the kitchen with his hands crossed in front of his chest.
“Yah nobody ask for your comment. I just don’t know what to do now…”
“Cook another pot of seaweed soup pabo.”
“Ne? Are you serious? You’re expecting me, someone who don’t even know how to turn on the stove, to cook a Jin hyung’s standard seaweed soup??”
“So you wanna sacrifice your first time or sacrifice your life?”
“My…my first time?”
“Your first time cooking…chim chim, what were you thinking?”
“Ani, nothing. Cooking, of course.”
And so, now with the know-it-all face, Taehyung sat at the edge of the dining table as he pointed to the cabinet right above me. Following his instruction, I opened it up to find a huge packet of seaweed inside. He then continued to order me to other parts of the kitchen to take out the items needed for the soup.
Taehyung had his chin held up and a smirk painted his face. Of course, he’s just relaxing on the table, while I, the few months older hyung, had to follow his orders.
“Firstly, you need to boil the water.”
Boiling water is seriously common sense and I accomplished it in no time. As I stood in front of the pot waiting for the water to boil, annoying Taehyung was disturbing me with his legs.
“Yah Kim Taehyung, aren’t you gonna sleep? It’s already after midnight.”
“Ani, I’m not tired.”
“But I am.”
“So??”
“Wanna help me cook it while I take a short nap??”
“A.ni.yo. You’re the one who caused this trouble and I’m here being kind enough to teach you how to cook.”
“Fine.”
Then it was silence. I looked at the pot of water which doesn’t have any reaction yet. Taehyung was behind me, sitting on the table, swinging his legs. My mind went back to what happened just now. I could still remember the feeling when he placed kisses on my neck…it felt kinda nice honestly. I touched the same spot slowly, as the edge of my lips unknowingly curved upwards.
“Taehyung ah…” I said softly.
“Hmm?”
“What you said just now…was it true?”
“What did I said?”
“You telling me ‘I want you to be mine’…”
All he replied me with was a deep breath. I did not dare to turn my face towards him. My hands were just fidgeting with the corner of my shirt, hoping that he won’t find out that I’m actually nervous as hell. And honestly, at this point in time, I seriously regretted asking him that. Words seriously doesn’t go through my brain and now what, this is so awkward.
“It’s okay, treat it as I never asked.”
“Aniyo,” he whispered, “come here.”
“Ne?”
“Come closer to me” was his instruction and I followed it. I turned over to see him fidgeting with his hands too, and his head hung down. I kept a distance between us but was soon being pulled over closer to him thanks to his legs.
Now that we’re closer, I could see his hands shivering too. I placed my hands at the edge of the table to support myself. My body felt instantly weak as I tried to make eye contact with him. Unlike the bossy Taehyung who teases me when our faces were close, he now became a timid kitten who didn’t even dare to look at me right in the eyes.
“Wae yo Taehyung?” I lifted his chin and asked.
“I meant it, just now.”
“Mwo?”
“I want you to be mine.”
“Really?”
“Ne.”
“Actually, I don’t mind.”
“Jinja??”
“Ne, permission granted.”
A few seconds of stare before he reached out his hands and cupped my face. Being the taller one, he leaned down till our noses touch. He closed his eyes, and so did I, as we shortened the mere distance between us.
However, at this moment, when our lips were just 1mm apart, the sound of the water boiling interrupted us. I immediately opened my eyes and turned around to see bubbles forming.
“Aish…” Taehyung grumbled, “can’t you just boil one more second later?”
“Yah, don’t scold the pot of water, it’s innocent.”
“But we almost kissed, and thanks to that!!” he crumpled his face and crossed his arms.
I shook my head as I continued cooking the seaweed soup. I just dumped a handful of seaweed inside, with some oil, salt, just anything that looks edible into the pot. Thankfully, the appearance of it looks somehow similar to what Jin hyung had cooked. I had to wait for it to cook for about a few minutes and that’s when Taehyung started to kick my butt again.
“The soup won’t boil faster if you stare at it for the whole time you know, chim chim.”
“Then what can I do?”
“Continue what we were doing just now?”
“Just now? What? I…forgotten,” I teased.
“Then I just make it unforgettable for you.”
We still got back to the position earlier and now Taehyung’s legs hugging my waist tighter than before. He cupped my face again as my hands rested on his waist. The exact same thing happened. My heart was beating even faster than before but now, at least I know it’s gonna be a happy ending.
Taehyung moved his head slightly to the right and looked at the pot of soup one last time, “you better disturb us again.”
“Why are you talking to a pot?”
“I’m giving him a last warning.”
“Why are we even friends Kim Taehyung?” I giggled.
Now frowning but still as cute as ever, he pulled our faces closer and for this time round, we overcame the tiny yet crucial 1mm gap. Our lips touched, and I swear that’s the best thing ever. His lips were so soft, and moist. It was a totally different feeling when he kissed my neck.
Butterflies filled my stomach as I tightened my grip on his waist. My body felt weak, leaving only my tongue, which was doing a good job. Our lips felt like a puzzle, fitting perfectly together. I could feel a smile forming on his face, and did I.
And then, the water boiled again. I tried to push Taehyung away to check the soup out but he didn’t let go of my shoulders.
“Taehyung…”
“I’m not gonna let him disturb us twice in a row.”
“But we will burn down the kitchen if I don’t check it out.”
“Arghh fine…I’m so gonna throw that pot away after this.”
I chuckled as I quickly rushed to the stove area to off the fire. Within ten minutes, I poured the seaweed soup into the same white bowl and placed in the fridge in the exact same position. I kept my fingers crossed and hope that Jin hyung wouldn’t find anything abnormal tomorrow.
“Taehyung ah, I’m done. Let’s go back to sleep!!”
“Ani, I’m not going.”
“Wae?”
“I need a goodnight kiss,” he pouted as he pointed to his lips.
“Didn’t I gave you one already just now?”
“Jinja? I forgotten…”
Can’t resist his childish act, I carried him down the table and gave a small peck on his cheek. His cheeky smile instantly melted when he realised it was just a peck. Ignoring his disappointed expression, I quickly rushed off the living room’s light and went straight back to the room.
“That’s all?!? Yah Park Jiminie, stop there!!”
“Shhh, you will wake the hyungs up like that.”
“I don’t care. I’m not satisfied yet,” he whined.
“No no, if I had gone further, I might not get any sleep tonight.”
The next day…
Jimin’s POV
As Jin hyung had already gotten his driving licence, he volunteered to be our driver for the day. As soon as the seven of us boarded the car, Taehyung and I immediately got ready for sleeping round two.
“Yah you two,” Jin hyung called as he looked through the mirror, “why are you two so tired?”
As Taehyung was already fallen asleep on my shoulder, I replied, “erm just…”
“Did the both of you play for the entire night?”
“Aniyo hyung.”
“Then?”
Jungkook quickly interrupted our conversation by saying, “I saw what the two hyungs were doing yesterday! V hyung were on top of Jimin hyung and-“
“Yah Kookie!!” I shouted and threw light punch at the maknae who was sitting behind me.
“We are just too tired because of the hectic schedule these days,” I explained, and immediately attempted to change the subject, “by the way hyung, did you bring the seaweed soup with you?”
“Ahhh aniyo.”
“Wae??”
“I tried it this morning and it tasted horrible. I guess there’s something wrong with the recipe umma gave me.”
“Ahhh I see,” I replied as a smirk formed on my face.
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