I woke up to the heavenly smell of pancakes and I got up from bed. I shivered when the cold air brushed my skin, I looked down to my chest and searched for something to wear when I caught sight of a white polo shirt. The events last night painted my cheeks red.

I can't believe I really did that! Must be the alcohol. I'm even suprise I could still walk straight after a can. I reached out to the polo shirt and put it on me. It was losse for me and enough to cover my underwear. I washed my face and gurgled before heading out.

"Lali?" I called out, peeking out to see no one. It can't be lisa cooking! She's banned from the kitchen and I would've woken up by the horrible smell of smoke as our unit engulf into flames.

I trudged towards the kitchen and found a half Jimin preparing breakfast. I bit my lips as I scanned him, I love what I see specially that peachy I'd like to bite. I slapped myself for thinking such horrid things! I sound like lisa!

"Good morning rosea- what are you doing?" He raised a brow and I awkwardly chuckled, raising my other and slap my cheeks lightly. "Just trying to wake up. How'd you know my english name?" I pulled on a chair and sat on it as he turned off the heat

"Your certificates. I didn't know you were a smartass" He teased, grinning at me as he laid me a plate of a classic english breakfast with bacon and eggs with pancakes.

I clicked my tongue and playfully squinted my eyes on him "Why? Do I seem dumb to you?"

He chuckled and walked around the kitchen counter to come near me. "No. You do seem like breakfast with legs." He leaned down for a kiss which I didn't deny access to.

"You look good on my shirt." He says, raking his eyes over my body and I feel the hairs on my back raise as he bit his lips, cockily smirking, "You look better without it though." He leaned back down for another kiss but I quickly grabbed a pancake and shoved it on his mouth before I become his breakfast and he becomes mine.

"That was just a teaser Mr. Park." I pushed him and focused on my plate, hurriedly eating my food. Something I usually do when