Little Red Riding Jimin

She slowly blinked at the seven excited faces standing outside her apartment. "What the hell do you think you're doing?", she looked at Jimin, anticipating his explanation. "The more the merrier right? Don't be mad!", he said cutely, "It makes your nose look weird." 

 

"You little..", she whispered angrily as he slowly nudged her to step aside and led his troupe of friends into her home. "Wah, noona, your place is really nice!", he said as he started thoroughly inspecting the kitchen. Namjoon stepped by her and gave her a small nod, "Hi.". Another rather tall young man passed her, a large smile on his face, "I'm Hoseok! Nice to meet you! Tonight'll be fun, I promise!". She sighed and couldn't help but smile slightly at the guy's enthusiasm. The next person looked around curiously. "Heh! It looks nice in here. What kind of a sound system do you have? Is it good? My name's Yoongi, by the way, nice to meet you!", he shook her hand eagerly. "E-eh? Thanks, I have a Bose system, the docking jack is next to the couch.", she didn't know why she answered him so easily, but something about him just seemed very honest and reliable. "Ooh, what do you know, it actually looks decent.", a light-haired kid said as he walked in, eyeing the apartment. "Hi and thanks, I guess.", she replied, a little thrown off by his seizing eyes. "Taehyung, you can't talk like that.", the guy walking behind him said, "You have to be nicer. Good evening, I'm Seokjin.", he shed her a warm smile and held out his hand. She carefully shook it, but couldn't help but let her eyes wander to his plump lips. "Nice to meet you, welcome.", she managed to bring out despite the distraction. She was a little surprised by the last boy that walked in. He looked a lot more innocent than the others and had to be the youngest from the lot. "Hello there, nice to meet you!", she said while trying to figure out his age. "Hi! Nice to meet you. I'm Jeongguk!", he said excitedly as he grabbed her hand and shook it. She smiled at him and closed the door. 

 

She turned back to the room and observed the chaos that had entered her apartment. She rolled her eyes and decided to just go with it, while she could hear the first sounds of Meeting off of the Primary and the Messengers album start playing. She walked over to Yoongi and Namjoon, who were huddled up together on the couch, hunching over Yoongi's iPod. "What a coincidence.", she smiled at them as she took the physical album she owned from the bookshelf above them. "Ah, nice! I've been meaning to buy this!", Yoongi said as he gently took it from her and patted the cover. Namjoon looked over and started inspecting her album collection. "I guess there are still people who buy music like this, huh? That's becoming rare.", he nodded approvingly. She was about to thank him when she heard someone sing along to the song, while performing an expert impersonation of Zion.T's voice. She turned around to identify this sudden talent and spotted Jeongguk singing with a big grin on his face. "Wow! I thought we had an unexpected guest for a moment!", she said to him, "That's awesome!".

 

"Technically, you have six unexpected guests.", she jumped a little at Taehyung's voice as she hadn't noticed him standing behind her. She smiled a little, "Haha.. That's true.". She didn't really know what to think of him. In fact, he gave off a similar vibe to Ilse's. She walked over to the kitchen where she found Jimin cutting vegetables in a swift fashion, chopping them up into bite-sized bits. Seokjin was standing next to him, stealing a piece of carrot here, a slice of bellpepper there. She chuckled, "Hard at work, mr Chef?". Jimin turned around, the blade of the knife shining, "Of course, we should have a good meal before we start right?".

 

"Before we start what exactly?", she raised an eyebrow in suspicion. The two boys chuckled darkly as Hoseok walked into the kitchen, large shopping bag in hand. The sharp pings of glass hitting glass could be heard.  "Where should I put these? Do you have room in your fridge?", Hoseok asked her, grinning. She squinted her eyes slightly, "What did you guys bring with you? Aren't half of you minors?". The boys laughed at her words. "You're making yourself sound even older, noona.", Jimin said to her teasingly. She shed him a glare before looking over to Jeongguk, "Isn't he like 15? He really shouldn't be drinking.". Seokjin patted her shoulder, "Don't worry about our Jeonggukkie. He handles himself well.". Hoseok laughed, "Better than Jiminnie, that's for sure.". She smirked at Jimin, who had returned to his cutting work with a small pout. She stole a quick glance into the bag and spotted several bottles of strong liquor. She sighed, "Just put them on the balcony for now, we'll see if anything comes of them later.". Hoseok nodded as he and Seokjin left the kitchen. She leaned on the kitchen counter next to Jimin and gently poked his shoulder, "So mr Chef is still a bit of a kid, after all?". She saw him blush a little and start chopping with increased vigor, "I'm not a kid. Hoseok is just being an .". She laughed at his discomfort, "Of course he is, of course. Can I help you with anything?".

 

"If you could hand me two bowls and show me where your oils and such are, that'd be great.", he said curtly. "Yes, sir.", she chuckled as she walked over to the cabinets. "Oh, and could you cut two onions?", he added. "Sure thing.", she put the bowls next to him, grabbed two onions and a small knife. She'd barely started cutting the first onion, when she could feel her eyes starting to water, "Ugh, this already.", she said and blinked excessively. Jimin looked over to her and couldn't help but smile a little at her cute expression, "If that's what you look like when you cry, maybe I should tease you more harshly.". She side-eyed him, "You don't want to see me cry, believe me. I look like the next best sea lion when I do.". They both laughed at the image before going back to work. 

 

When the food was finished, they found the group huddled around the already set table, eagerly awaiting the food. As soon as they put the dishes out, six pairs of hungry hands reached out to serve themselves and dinner was started in a cacophony of appraising murmurs and the clatter of utensils on plates.

 

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They sat on the fallen tree

as the sun slowly set.

He gently played with the locks of her hair.

She turned her head slightly and smiled at him contently.

He returned her smile.

He bent over and softly kissed the tip of her nose.

She looked at him adoringly.

"Oh grandmother, what a big mouth you have."

She said teasingly.

"The better to eat you with."

He said with a wink.