Ji Hyo was in the kitchen, cooking a soup for their lunch. She was cutting the vegetables when a pair of strong arms hugged her waist. She felt his warm breath in her nape of the neck as he laid his head there. She took a glance and smiled.

“Oppa, I’m holding a knife. It’s dangerous.” Jong Kook didn’t answer her and and kissed her neck.

“Here, taste this.” Ji Hyo scooped the soup with a spoon, turned around and feed him. “How is it?”

“It’s good, but not as good as you. Can I taste you instead?” He grinned.