《Unpredictable || pjm [JIMIN]》14. Cooking
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I returned home much earlier than usual to prepare a surprise for Y/n. I was feeling very guilty to wake her up early in the morning though, I know it's not my mistake. Y/n wasn't home yet, but I don't know that when she can appear so I decided to do my work fast.
I quickly changed into some casual clothes and tied an apron around me. "Let's go!" I mumbled to myself and entered into the kitchen.
Y/N'S P.O.V.
I entered the house being all tired after a looong day. I just wanted to throw myself onto the bed. When I was tiredly dragging my body towards my bedroom a sudden voice halted my steps.
"Good evening ma'am." One of my maids bowed and greeted me.
I gave her a small smile. "Good evening." I started moving towards my bedroom again.
"Ma'am? Sir want you to wear this." She gave me a bag.
"What is this?" I asked.
"Sir want you to wear this." She gave me a smile. Well, I heard that before but why he want me to wear this?
Without further questions, I rushed to my room and changed into the dress provided. It was a very beautiful yet elegant dress. White colour with blue pattern of flowers were making it much more beautiful.
I went downstairs. My eyes were searching for Jimin when one of our maids came to me and asked me to follow her. I did what she asked me to do. She took me to our poolside.
My mouth hung opened when we reached there. I gasp left my mouth. The poolside was beautifully decorated with lanterns and rose petals. Among them, a table was placed at the center with a beautiful man standing beside it, giving me his eye smile.
My heart started beating at an uneven pace. The maid bowed and left but I stood still. Jimin came to me, held my hand and dragged me along with him towards the table. "Come..."
Like a gentleman, he pulled out a seat for me to take it first and then took a sit opposite to me. The table was also decorated beautifully.
There was so much food placed on the table and all of them were my favourite! "Who cooked this?" I asked while drooling over all the dishes.
"Of course me!" He said proudly.
My eyes widened. "Why?"
"For you." He gave me an eye smile and I won't be exaggerating if I say that my heart stopped beating at that very moment. "Now c'mon! Taste it!"
He served me all the dishes.
I took a first bite and closed my eyes to enjoy it's taste. "Mhmm... It's amazing!" I cheered.
"Really?!" He himself took a bite. His eyes lightened up. "Wow! I did a pretty good job!" He smiled.
"You did an amazing job! But why did you do it?" I asked. What was the need for all of this? I am sure that it's not my birthday and not even our one month anniversary.
"As an appology. I was so sorry to wake you up this morning. So, I wanted to do something for you... And here it is!" He chirped.
I giggled at his cuteness. "Thank you so much, Jimin... But it wasn't needed." I smiled. "I wasn't expecting this at all!"
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"Well... You know best things comes when they are least expected."
We had a long conversation and I won't lie if I'll say that my heart didn't beat at it's normal pace for even a second.
After finishing our dinner, Jimin held my hand and took me to the terrace. To my surprise, a mattress was already placed on the floor along with two blankets and many cushions.
We sat down on the mattress and covered ourselves with separate blankets. The sky was unexpectedly looking more beautiful. The stars and the moon were shining more than usual. Or maybe, that was just my imagination because I was really happy at that time. The sky was looking breath takingly beautiful but the 'creature' sitting beside me was looking no less than an angel under the light falling on his skin and glowing it.
I kept on staring at him for a moment and then shifted my gaze back to the sky. I hesitantly kept my head on his shoulder. His body stiffened for a moment but then relaxed again. The beauty of the night sky and the skin contact with the love of my life was so relaxing and calming that I couldn't help but to fall asleep...
(Sorry for the changes in p.o.v.)
"See! A shooting star!" I pointed in the direction expecting a reaction from Y/n but when I didn't receive any I turned my face only to find her sleeping comfortably while resting her head on my shoulder. She was looking so peaceful and beautiful. I couldn't help but smile at her.
What is happening to me? Whenever I see her my heart races faster than a bullet and a smile creep up on my face without any actual reason...
Gently, I scooped her small frame in my arms and took her to her bedroom. I placed her on her bed and covered her properly with a blanket. She was looking so beautiful and cute that I couldn't help myself but to stare at her.
"So cute..." I mumbled under my breath and involuntarily placed a light kiss on her forehead. I smiled to myself and immediately left the room.
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We were sitting on our living room's couch playing games together. It was so much fun. I guess, having Y/n as my friend is the best thing ever. But... The question is, do I really consider her only my friend? Do I really don't have any other feeling towards her other than of friendship?
When we were playing, a picture of cake suddenly popped up in front of me. Oh no.... I started craving to eat a cake! I looked at Y/n and her eyes were glued on the television. I cleared my throat to seek her attention but she didn't noticed. I coughed, sneezed and even called her but she ignored me! She was so 'busy' playing that she didn't even bother that her was calling her!
I got angry at her. I immediately got up from the couch and turned off the television and stood in front of it with hands crossed in front of my chest.
"Whaaaaat?" She whined and lied down on the couch.
"What what?" I walked upto her. "You were so busy with your game that you ignored me! You ignored your husband, Miss!" I shouted.
"Husband...?" Her eyes widened and then a large smile creeped up her face. This girl is wierd. I am shouting at her and she is smiling! "What do you want?" She asked still with stupid smile on. She was looking cute though.
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I sat back on the couch beside her. "Make me a cake~" I said.
"What? No. Make yourself." She closed her eyes.
"Wha-?! That's your punishment for ignoring me!"
"Well... I am not accepting it." She shrugged and turned around. My jaw almost dropped on the ground. I sighed. Well, it's not her fault though...
"I don't know how to bake a cake and I am really craving for it right now~" i begged.
She opened one of her eyes. "You will also help me."
"Sure!" I jumped up from the couch.
She also got up and we both went into kitchen to bake a nice and yummy cake.
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"It's not like that! You don't have to do it- shit! Jimin!!!" She screamed when I dropped the dough of our unprepared cake on floor.
I scratched the back of my neck and dared to look at her only to find her fierce gaze on me.
"Sorry..." I mumbled. "It wasn't my fault. The pan was slippery so it slipped from my hand." I passed her a appologitical smile.
"What will we do now?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Bake a new one?" I smiled nervously.
She scoffed. "Bake it yourself!" She started going out of the kitchen when I ran quickly and blocked her way. She bumped into my chest and looked up at me. Our faces were inches away.
"Please... Pretty please..." I whispered. I know, at this time anyone would try to be cute but I tried to be sexy. My charm is girls weakness so... Why should I not use it now?
She gulped. "O-okay... But last time." She stuttered.
"Okay!" I chirped and went back near the oven. "Can we start?" I asked.
"Sure... But let me bring more flour. It's over now." She glared at me.
I just passed her a smile. She went to our store room where extra flour was kept.
Y/N'S P.O.V.
My heart was beating really fast because of the skinship we just shared. I ran out of the kitchen as soon as possible. How can someone be cute and sexy at the same time?!
I entered the store room and started searching for a container of flour. It was kept on the top most shelf. It was high but not that high that I would need a stool, atleast that's what I thought.
I tried to pick it up but it was still out of my reach. But being a lazy me, I kept on trying to pick it up like that only. I stood up on my toes. My hand brushed against it's surface. "Just a little more..." I whispered to myself and literally hung on the shelf to take that container. When my hand reached it, I started dragging it towards my side but as my bad luck has to never leave my side, the container fell. I don't know which idiotic human being kept the lid of that damn container open but the flour fell on me and I was fully covered in that damn flour!!! T.T
I screamed loudly. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!"
Jimin ran into the room with a panicked expression. "What happene-?!" Once he saw me he paused. There was a silence for two minutes and then suddenly I heard him laughing really hard. "Hahaha!! Y-Y/n your face and hair- hahaahhaha!!" I couldn't see his adorable laughing face, as my eyes were clossed, but I was sure that his eyes must be closed, his one hand must be on his stomach because of laughing hard and the back of his other hand must be covering his face.
I tried to open my eyes to look at his adorable laughter but oops, wrong move. The flour which was on my eyelashes fell inside my eyes and it started burning. I winched in pain "Ouch" and kept my hand on my eye, ready to rub it.
But Jimin immediately ran to me and removed my hand from my eyes. "No no no! Don't rub it, it will become worse." He quickly brought a cloth and started cleaning my face with it. His breath was fanning against my face and with this only one can guess that how much close he was to me. "Y/n, try to open your eyes." He said in a soft tone. Slowly, I tried to open them a little. I blinked several times but my eyes were still burning and it was still difficult to completely open my eyes. He started blowing in my eyes to ease my pain.
"Is it better?" He asked and cupped my face. I gave him a light nod. He blowed one more time and asked me to try to open my eyes again. I did as he said. I blinked again to clear my vision and the first thing I saw was his beautifull face, with a worried expression pasted on it, just a few inches away from mine. His eyes were staring into mine as if boring holes into my soul, his lips were parted and just an inch away and his breath was fanning against my lips. We kept on staring at each other for only a few minutes but they also felt like eternity.
As I already told that my bad luck is never gonna leave my side, Jimin's phone buzzed in his pocket, indicating that he got a message, breaking our intense moment. Jimin cleared his throat and took few steps away. "Are you okay now?" He asked still with a concerned look pasted on his face.
I smiled at him. "I am perfectly alright." He smiled back. "Let's get back to work?" I picked up the container of the flour from the floor and peeked inside it. "It still got some flour and I guess it's enough." I looked at him and passed a small smile.
He grinned and said "Let's bake!". He threw his one hand up in the air and started walking back, I guess, into the kitchen. I chuckled at his cuteness.
My husband is so cute...
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Hey guys! So, there is one more update here! I hope you all will like it. This chapter is full of romantic moments and fluff. I know I am not good at writing fluff but I can't help it. 😅
Love you all a loooooooooot! 😘
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