perhaps taehyung underestimated himself, and jisoo, a little. waking up to the smell of fried rice being cooked was great, it's just that he remembered that he was living alone and the fact that he could hear garlic and onions sizzling against oil on a frying pan seemed utterly weird and haunting.    he woke up, startled. and with a sore neck. he turned his head this way and that to soothe it while walking to the small kitchen of his apartment.    taehyung nearly choked on his own saliva when he saw her standing there.    kim jisoo. in his kitchen. cooking. and she seemed to be good at it.    "oh!" she turned around to reach for the salt and saw him standing in the hallway probably looking like a disheveled mess. her eyes went wide and her lips formed an 'o', but she quickly recovered. jisoo tipped her head forward a little and smiled, albeit sheepishly. "he - hey, good morning, um, taehyung."   she was wearing his shirt, and some basketball shorts that belonged to him as well. he remembered how he laid those clothes out for her, if she didn't rush back to her apartment right away and decided to come and eat breakfast with him. of course, he laid those out under the predicament that she forgot about what transpired between them last night.    but it seemed like she remembered exactly how last night went.    "we're dropping formalities now? about time." he said, his tone and voice as awkward as the atmosphere engulfing them. taehyung noticed that his table was set for two. bowls, chopsticks, spoon, food and all that. "i'm sorry i let you, ummm, here, let me cook, i -"   "no!" she said it so forcibly, even she was shocked. "umm," she quickly turned around and turned the stove off. "it's fine, i'm done anyway." she said with her back facing him. "you had a lot of rice left so i figured, you know, to make fried rice with it."   "it's fine." he said. he moved towards the table and sat on the chair opposite to her. there were four chairs but taehyung used only one. today was different. jisoo sat across from him and she tried to smile, but the awkwardness of everything held her back.    she placed the fried rice in a bowl and told him to eat. "it's a way of saying thanks. for last night. for... umm, taking care of me. and -"   "listen, about last night -"   jisoo closed her eyes and raised a hand up to silence him. when she opened them, she let out a sigh. "listen..." she started, but she bit her bottom lip in uncertainty. she avoided his eyes, which was new because it was usually always taehyung that avoided eye contact between the two of them but she was adressing the situation first which still made her bold. "i'm really sorry, taehyung. i was intoxicated, sure, but that doesn't really give justice to my actions, i would just like to clarify that -"   "you don't have to be sorry, jisoo." he said softly. but she heard him. she stopped and looked up at him. taehyung tried for a smile, to help ease whatever she was feeling right then and there. "it's okay. i really don't blame you about - about the kiss and the way you barged in and declared this was your apartment and not mine." he laughed, but it too, was awkward.   "i'm -" she furrowed her eyebrows in thought. she was seemingly trying to weave the right words together to make him understand. "you're right, i am sorry about how i barged in and treated you last night. but i'm... i'm not sorry about that kiss, taehyung."    "wait, what?"   jisoo smiled and relaxed a little. she leaned against her chair and tapped her fingers against the table. "i might as well say that i like you. i've liked you since the day you helped me move. when you carried my boxes inside for me and helped me rearrange my furniture. you were handsome and you were kind." she said, the smile never leaving her lips.   hearing those words