"Stop laughing at me!"
His childish giggles were filling the kitchen, lifting the mood up and just annoying the heck out of me. He had been laughing so hard, I was amazed at how he still didn't drop dead.
"I... I can't," he wheezed, dropping on the ground. "How can you just blow flour all over yourself, 'accidentally'? Look at your face, oh gosh."
Due to my unnecessary nervousness, my hands were shaking like crazy when I was beside him, and I had suddenly squeezed a bag of flour, a little too violently, blowing its contents all over myself, some spreading over to my face.
"Instead of making fun of my face, why don't you clean it," I barked.
He grabbed a tissue while still giggling, and pulled my body to face him before holding my chin and wiping the white substances off my red face.
My heart just couldn't sit still, seeing him look at me so fondly, so closely.
His fingers brushed my philtrum and stopped right above my lips. A smirk appeared on his lips and I frowned, already sensing his upcoming sneaky remark.
"Why don't I just clean this with my lips? It's way more effective," he whispered, almost bursting out laughing while doing so, and gently traced my lips with the tip of his finger.
"The way you flirt is just shameful," I hissed before slapping his hand away. "Do not touch me, you perverted ghost."
He pursed his lips, muffling his laughs, and took a step back, putting his hands up.
I hated how his eyes smiled. It made him look so innocent and so lovable. And it made my heart flutter. I hated it.
"Thank you," he chimed.
Oh for heaven's sake...
"Don't you have a switch to turn off mind reading or something? It's getting annoying now."
He grabbed another bag of flour from the cupboard and was about to hand it to me when he quickly retracted it. "On second thought, I'll make the dough. You cut the ingredients and grate the cheese."
I flipped my hair bitterly and grabbed a knife while shooting glares at the annoying reaper.
"If only I could cut you," I sneered while swinging the sharp object threateningly.
"Not gonna happen, sweetheart," he purred and winked at me. "Still kinky, I see."
Fuck you...
I raised my hand up when he opened his mouth to say something.
"Don't you dare."
He slowly closed his mouth shut, his eyes still sparkling and dancing with exhilaration. He must love teasing me like this... What a douche.
"Okay, okay. I'll stop," he said seriously before taking off his jacket.
I gulped.
I momentarily stopped my actions when I saw him pulling up his sleeves to knead the dough, exposing his veiny, muscular arms. I never expected him to have such manly arms since he looked slim with clothes on.
Suddenly realizing that I was practically drooling over his muscular body, I cleared my throat before turning my attention back to the cheese before me.
Cheese...
Cheese...
Grate it carefully...
He must have a six pack, right? I mean, what the heck, his muscles were almost popping...
Wait- no. Cheese...
"You wanna see it? I already said that I would stop teasing you, but you're the one thinking like this now," he chuckled.
"Nothanks," I squeaked out, my voice cracking a little. Dammit...
"Okay," he said, his voice soft as he was focused on kneading the perfect dough, his plump lips forming a cute pout, and his soft hair bouncing gently against his forehead.
"Wait, wait."
I ran to my room and came back to tie his bangs back. When I did that, he looked like a baby chick.
"Why are you so cute, my gosh," I exclaimed under my breath.
Unable to resist the urge, I pinched his cheeks and then squished them, making him look like a real baby. I was fighting back a huge grin, squealing internally.
His eyes softened. "Are you enjoying this that much?"
I hummed softly. "I am..."
With a small smile, he brushed my flour covered strands of hair out of my face and gazed into my eyes.
"I think... I am enjoying being with you like this, too... Lyn..."
I searched his eyes, wondering if he really said that. They told me it was the truth, staring deeply into mine. I could feel his beautiful orbs drawing me in, wrapping me in sweet comfort, and my heart refusing to move away from him.
I was aware that I was getting attached to him... I couldn't help it. He was a soul reaper but he was so human.
I was captivated.
Whenever I was around him, life seemed supercalifragilisticexpialidocious and wonderful.
"Lyn?"
"Yes?"
His face started moving closer while he whispered, "I want to tell you... I-"
The sound of the door unlocking caused us to jolt and I jumped away from Jimin when the door opened.
"I'm home," Rena exclaimed while stepping inside the house.
My heart was beating rapidly. To hide the fact that we were so close to doing something one of us might regret, I dashed to my friend and started acting way too enthusiastically.
She, on the other hand, couldn't peel her eyes off of the shocked man in the kitchen.
"Renaaa! Come on in! I'll introduce you to my friend here." I pulled her to him. "This is Jimin. He's a student at our school."
"I'm her boyfriend, actually," he stated loudly, giving me a look.
Oh... right.
Rena turned to whisper into my ears. "Since when did you invite boys to our house?"
"Since never," I whispered back. "Which is why he's special."
"How?"
I shook my head, sighing. "You wouldn't want to know."
Jimin suddenly brought his hand up to his hair and tried pulling the tie out, his eyes wide and wavering.
I glared at him. Don't you dare.
He pouted before turning away from us.
"He's cute," Rena whispered into my ear, smiling softly.
"Trust me. He's the perviest person you will ever meet," I whispered back.
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A/N: ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚ Let's play a little game lol (for research purposes)
I'll publish the next chapter when this book gets 150 votes 😘
[I may post a double update 👀]