I was in the kitchen and mind me, I am always in the kitchen. Because, why not?

Whisking the eggs, I saw him coming out of his room and I looked away. He came upto me, back hugging me. His arms were wrapped around my waist and his head snuggling into the crook of my neck.

"What are you doing baby?" He asked.

"None of your business and leave me," I wriggled myself a bit to get free of his hold but he kept it jammed.

"It is. It is my business sweet cake," he said in a soft tone.

If he thinks that these endearments would make me forgive him.... Then he's right. It's making me weak.

"Leave me you crack head, I've got work to do," I retaliated.

"Forget work. Forgive me. I really wasn't aware that that piece of cake was yours. I just came by and saw it, so I ate it just like that."

"Your sorry doesn't bring it back. I was literally eating it little by little and went away for a fucking second only to find you licking your fingers god dammit!" I hissed, elbowing him.

He winced. Believe me, he didn't get hurt. He was being dramatic because he's my boyfriend. He has to be.

"I'll buy you anything. Don't ignore me like that..."

I don't wanna have a Sugar Daddy but if it's Suga Daddy then...

"Anything?" I asked and he nodded.

Now like a very self dependent woman, full of self respect I said, "Okay, I want a phone and a Mac because I don't have it. Also till when will I be wearing your clothes? It's been four days already, I want clothes and I want a lip balm, my lips are all chapped."

His lips parted to speak something and I knew what he was about to say so I interrupted, "No. Kisses are not equivalent to lip balm. I need it, it's a necessity. And..."

"And?" He asked with a sweet smile.

"And I want an ice cream. That's it for now."

"Are you sure?" He asked and giggled, tightening his grip around me.

"Yeah, and also let me go. I am baking a cake for myself since you decided to eat mine!" I grunted.

"No. I cannot do that," he responded, sniffing me like Korosuke does for croquette.

"Baby," he whispered.

Honestly, I am not that used to him speaking so cutely and it moves something in me.

"Hm?" I ask, sifting the flour in another bowl.

"How about revealing yourself?"

"You want me to shoot porn? Man. I can do a strip show for you though," I winked, looking back at him and saw his cheeks turn a higher shade of crimson.

"You know it's much more dangerous speaking stuff than texting it. Especially when you are in fucking range," he smirked back, his tongue running over his lower lip.

My eyes widened and I quickly broke the eye contact, focusing on mixing the dry ingredients with the wet one. He laughed at that, "You act so innocent but I know that you are not. But you are so cute and that makes me weak!"

I felt heat cover my face. Fortunately, the oven beeped signalling that it was preheated.

"Leave me," I wriggled out of his grip, transferring the batter into a greased mould and later placing it in the oven with a satisfied smile.

I heaved a sigh and looked back at him, "Roses are red, I am going to bed."

Before I could just run away to again dodge the question, he held my wrist. I glanced back at him, he smirked. "Violets are blue, I am coming with you."

"Oh really? You know they call me coffee cause I grind so fine," I smirked, walking closer to him.

"They call me coffee cause I can keep you awake past 2 A.M." he smirked back, his eyes glaring into mine.

Fuck, I am intimidated. I am losing. What if Kanye replace Zayn in one direction and kicks everyone out. "There is only one direction," he says, "west."

I laughed abruptly at the thought.

"Why are you laughing?" He hissed.

I shook my head, "Just thought something."

"I see how subtly you changed the topic," he pulled me towards him and our bodies collided. I quickly backed off, "Min Yoongi, I swear next time you do something unexpected-"

He pecked my lips unanticipated causing my heart to race and my mind to be too dazed to think of what expression I should let out. I pulled his bandana down to his eyes causing his smirk to falter. He pushed it back up and lifted me up by my waist, seating me on the counter.

His hands were on either side of my body and his eyes were still just looking into mine.

"Jee, if you would have just wanted to keep yourself hidden. I would have never said it. But you are hiding yourself because you're scared. And there is no fear you can overcome without a fight," he said, boring holes by his gaze.

I gulped and looked away, "I don't want to."

"That's the problem. You want it, but you are petrified to even accept you wanting it!"

"I don't like fame," I responded, looking up again. I thought this would be suffice.

"You didn't liked fame because you thought, it brought loneliness. You've tried staying all sequestered... Does that give you peace?"

I could not meet his glance.

"Believe me. I am here with you forever but I want you to know your worth. To speak for yourself. To be enough to protect yourself. Never needing any man, not even me."

How did I become so lucky to have him? Is this a dream?

"No, this is not a dream," he said and it raised the little hair on my neck.

"Do you believe me?" He asked and I nodded.

"Do you believe yourself?" I hesitated for a second and nodded.

"Then it's decided!" He announced and I finally looked up into his eyes. He was proud, so proud. Proud of me! I made him proud? Me? I am gonna do this. I have to.

"I am scared though," I responded with a crooked smile.

"You can practice."

"And how?" I asked and he just winked, taking out his phone. He dialled for someone and left leaving me there. It's just a few days here and I still feel home. It's magic how someone's presence could make a place so comfortable.

I heard shuffling in the living room and that intrigued me. Being the very curious woman, I ignored it and focused on my Nutella. I am lazy as fuck!

"Hyung, I heard Jee ran away from her wedding," someone said and I could make out the angelic voice. Jimin.

Fuck.

I looked around where to hide. I just got beneath the counter, hugging my knees. I fucking want Ninja Hattori to teach me how to hide!

I heard footsteps entering the kitchen and my heart thudded.

"What are you doing here?" Yoongi gave me a demented look.

"Don't mind me, I am just a showpiece. Just tell Jimin to go or he'll see me!" I whisper-yelled.

"I've called him to meet you. It's not just him. It's all of BTS, also Mi Hi and Woobin."

"H-How?"

He ran his fingers through his hair to display his pride.

"Come on, they are here to meet you," he said.

I gave a nervous chuckle, "I am dead, they cannot meet me."

"You're not dead!" He huffed.

"Well then, I should die. Bye Yoongi, I loved you alot," I nodded and he rolled his eyes.

"Die after you accept what you are," he said pulling me by my wrist but I fought his grip, pulling my hand from his grip.

We were in this tug of war when Namjoon came to my vision.

"Hyung were you aware that Jee-" his jaw dropped when he saw me. Not just me... Me in his clothes!

Twinkle twinkle little star, please hit me with a car!

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