Tae's P.O.V
Taehyung messily splashed water onto his face, gripping the edge of the sink with white knuckles. His body was sluggish due to the after affect of his unexpected fever, and the Korean even had reason to believe he was burning up again.
But this time, Taehyung's face heated because he had come to the realization that Gemma was naked in his own shower, that he himself had used multiple times.
Taehyung stared at his reflection, eyeing his frizzed blue hair in agitation.
I need to get this dye out, he thought, and soon.
As Tae brushed his teeth, his gaze lazily lulled over to the shower, where small drops of water dripped off the shower head and landed in tiny splashes on the ground.
With the green-colored toothbrush still in his mouth, Taehyung slid open the glass door and turned the faucet off completely, so the water wouldn't continuously be trickling. There he saw three unfamiliar bottles, two being labeled Pantene and the other he identified as some sort of purple body wash. Taehyung guessed they were Gemma's, and he decided to move them to the marble seat in the shower. This way he could have more space for his own products, even though he knew Gem would most likely throw a complaint in his direction.
Not that she was already mad at him, but the idol was indifferent and figured he could take on his roommate's glaring aura of darkness today.
Before he left, Tae was tempted enough to take a strong whiff of Gem's body wash, which smelled like berries and roses.
"So this is why she smells so good," he clarified to himself, keeping his voice low. Taking one last inhale, Taehyung hopped out, cleaned up, and exited the bathroom. A sweet aroma immediately filled his nose, striking his stomach with a mighty encouragement to eat.
Then suddenly his phone went off in his room, making Tae rush over to answer the call. He hoped Gemma was a "sharing is caring" kind of girl.
Gem's P.O.V
I hate when my hair is wet. It makes my neck cold. It drips everywhere. It doesn't dry fast enough. I could list off a couple more reasons, but I won't, because my hair is wet. The only thing that isn't necessarily bothering me is the hail, which has only gotten worse since I woke up.
If you haven't guessed already, I'm in a bad mood. I felt as if a dark cloud was floating over my head, and instead of rain, thunder and lightening threatened to cackle down. I know I shouldn't be this irritated, but that smurf infuriates me. Who is he calling "some American?" He should know that I, an American, have many connections and can hold great influence. Just for his information, I'm an important individual who serves a significant purpose. Hell, I'm the best of the best, or at least the best in the west. Argh, there I go, getting carried away protecting my ego. Whatever, I should get breakfast started, and just forget about everything that went wrong this morning.
When I made it to the kitchen, I was dumbfounded for a second time. This kitchen was a beautiful cooking space, which never occurred to me until now. Damn, I guess I really was seriously out of it yesterday evening, considering the circumstances.
The floor transformed from the polished, white marble into beautiful wooden gray flooring. Nothing really matches in this apartment, but somehow the contrast works.
I walked into the kitchen and in no time, the idea of homemade oatmeal popped into my mind, easing my breakfast worries. The only doubt I had was if we had any oats, but then I remembered Taehyung got a large tub of them for his yogurt. His low-fat yogurt, might I add.
I grabbed a bowl out of the cupboard and filled it halfway with water, since my dumbass forgot to pick up milk. I then poured in what I assumed was half a cup of rolled oats into the bowl, shoved it into the microwave, and set the timer for two minutes.
I stood there waiting, wondering if oatmeal was even a thing in South Korea. I should definitely do some more research on the food culture around here.
For the duration of the two minutes, I chose honey as a substitute for sugar, since that was also forgotten on our shopping trip.
Does Taehyung even eat breakfast? I mean, I'll make a bowl for him if he wants it, but for now I'm going to focus on my own hunger.
The microwave beeped thrice times, alerting me my oatmeal was ready. Taking the bowl out, I squeezed the honey bear bottle, swirling it in quick, circular motions. I mixed it with a spoon, and retrieved my next and final ingredient: strawberries.
At that moment, I heard a door creak along with the moan of the floorboards, signaling Taehyung's appearance. I didn't turn to look, and he most likely couldn't see me in the hallway, but I listened as his footsteps faded away. Oh well, he doesn't need any oatmeal anyway, he'll probably just buy some fancy smancy breakfast sandwich on his way to BigHit.
I began slicing up a few strawberries, cutting them up into small pieces. I didn't exactly want a whole bunch, but I knew they'd undoubtedly make the oatmeal taste sweeter coupled with the honey.
Carefully grasping the warm bowl with a paper towel, I went over to the main dinner table and sat down, staring out the window ahead of me. The hail was clobbering down so hard that I couldn't make out any buildings. From my view, the precipitation looked extremely hazardous. I didn't realize South Korea could get hit with this type of weather. Guess I better study the weather here too, in addition with the native meals.
I turned my attention back to my breakfast, blew the rising steam away, and spooned a bite into my mouth. The oatmeal was just right, and the gooey oats slid down my throat. The honey was spot on, enhancing the sweetness of the strawberries. 10 out of 10 would definitely recommend.
I was about to take another mouthful when Taehyung emerged from the hallway in a black jacket and sweats, phone held next to his ear.
"Ne, jeonhwa hae jusyeoseo gamsahabnida." Taehyung spoke in Korean, his voice low and groggy. In English, his sentence translated to "Yes, thanks for calling."
He hung up the phone and declared: "Practice is cancelled for today, so we're stuck together until the company gives me the OK to travel in these conditions," Taehyung motioned to the hail outside, clearly displeased with the sudden adjustment to his schedule. Displeased with the idea of staying with me, more specifically.
"It's better to be safe than sorry," I replied, pouring him a cup of water despite my fresh discontent with him.
"Mhm, sure." Tae took the glass silently, eyeballing my yummy porridge.
"What is that?" He asked, not bothering to thank me for the water. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
"It's oatmeal," I answered, waiting for him to state his desire.
His brown eyes met my blue ones in silent desperation, as if he were too proud to request a bowl.
Just give in already, you know you want to.
Taehyung gave me a blank stare, and I crossed my arms, throwing my poker face right back at him. In other words, I meant my resting bitch face, which proved to be useful in situations like these.
He exhaled dramatically and drew his arm behind his head, looking down.
"Can I please have some?" Taehyung inquired, pulling out a stool.
"Why, of course you can!" I answered overenthusiastically, smirking while relishing his defeat.
As I began cooking up another batch, Taehyung narrowed his eyes at me from across the counter, and I returned the look with a jesting grin.
Whatever buster, it is what it is.
Point Gemma, smurf zero.
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