The Soup
Only YouEunri's POV
Ding! Dong!
I open the door, "Hello Hae.."
"Hi sweety." He take my right hand and kiss it.
"No need to be a romantic. Just come in." I pull his hand.
"Hey, I'm hungry.." he whined.
"Then?"
He blinks for a few seconds, "Cook for me."
What? Seriously, I don't know how to cook! "No!!!"
"Why?"
"I will not. Cook yourself."
"Don't tell me that you don't know how to cook." he smirk.
"Shut up." I walk to a cabinet a take a packet of instant noodles. Yeahhh, I only know how to cook that 'thing'.
"Yah! I don't want that 'thing'. Something satiate please." He grab the pack and hide it behind his back.
"Give me back, Hae. Or no dinner for tonight." I tried to grab the noodles but he hold it tightly.
I rolled my eyes.
"Cook something else. I don't want instant noodles." He give me his puppy eyes that I can't resist.
OMG, those eyes. So cuteeeeeeeeeeeeee.
"Okay! What you want?" I look at the other side, avoiding his eyes.
"Can you please make me a soup?"
I sigh. "If after this you get a stomach ache, don't blame me." I get up from my chair and start to think what should I do now. Soup? I've never cooked soup before.
I sigh again. "Hae, can you wait at the living room?"
"Yes, of course." He stand up and walk slowly to the living room, "Eunri, if I get stomach ache after I eat, I will not blame you. Never." He smile sweetly and continue walking again.
His smile... why I feel butterflies in my stomach? Urghh, forget it.
Donghae's POV
I sit down on the couch.
Of course I will not blame her. I know, she's not good at cooking, but I just want to 'test' her. Actually, I didn't expect that she will accept request.
I smile. I decided to peek on her.
I carefully hide behind a wall. She's now searching for a recipe. I felt guilty after watching the scene.
My eyes get teary. Thinking of her sincerity makes me want to cry.
Oh, stop Donghae. So dramatic.
I walk to the couch and sit there again. I stare at the blank television and I can feel that my eyes become heavy.
Then, I fall asleep.
Eunri's POV
Ahhhhhh! Finally I'm done! "Donghae..." I call for him.
No answer.
"Donghae.. dinner is ready."
No answer.
I walk to the living room.
He is asleep?
I walk closer. oh yes, he's asleep.
I shake his body. "Donghae, wake up."
"Hmmmmmm." He turn back-facing me.
"Hae, wake up. Dinner is ready. Hae...."
Finally after two minutes, he woke up. "Sorry." He spoke softly.
"It's okay. Let's eat."
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I stare at him.
I don't feel like want to eat. So, I decided to just watch at him.
He take a spoon. My heart beat so fast.
He put the spoon in his mouth. My heart beat faster.
He frowned.
OMG, don't tell me that my soup is...
He smiled.
Uh-Oh. Smile?
"Thanks baby! Delicious!" He smiled like a child.
I was so shocked. Can't believe that he will say that. Is it really delicious?
"I want to taste it!" I take my spoon and lean closer to him.
"No!" He pull the bowl away.
"Why? I can't taste my own cooking?"
He shake his head.
This guy is really!!
"You made this for me. I'm the one who should finish it. Not you." Ah! Childish!
He continue his eating. I slowly walk to the stove. I take another spoon and taste the soup.
EUWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. What the hell is this? Very salty! I frowned.
I look at Donghae. He really can eat this thing? Did he really hungry or what? I felt guilty for Donghae.
I walk slowly to him. "Hae...."
I glanced at the bowl. He finished it?!!
"Thanks baby! I'm full now." He wipe his mouth.
I bit my lips. "Hae, stop pretending that the soup was delicious."
"W-What?"
"I know, it's salty."
"NOOOOO!!!!!" He shakes his head. "It's really delicious!"
I smile, "Don't lie...."
He hugs me tightly. "It's delicious. I really mean it."
Donghae's POV
"It's delicious. I really mean it."
She hugs me tightly. "Really?"
I nodded. "Yes."
"Thank you Hae, I really love you."
I love you more for sure.
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Did you guys know about the rumors? Eunhyuk and IU? Seriously? *.*
I don't know how to react. Totally speechless.
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