Summary: Lazy vampire Min Yoongi who gets his meals delivered to him everyday.
Word Count: 2,035
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and Yoongi was sprawled out on the couch rubbing his temples and wondering when the heck was the too-tall delivery boy going to give him his daily doze of blood bags.
It wasn’t like Jungkook to arrive later than 9 in the morning. In fact it was already time for lunch and the boy hasn’t even shown up at his doorstep. Muttering a curse, Yoongi propped his head up on one of the pillows, taking out his phone from his pocket.
“The box is there, the address is on the post-it note attached.”
“You can go home after that.”
Your boss gave you a look - one that screamed ‘you’re gonna be kicked out from this job opportunity if you don’t deliver the box now’. Lips instinctively drooping down to the floor, you glanced at the small box.
“He’s our most valuable customer, Y/N.” Your boss sighed. “He’s the only one who orders blood to be delivered to him every single day. He basically funds our bank.”
You held back another sigh. “But I’m a lab tech, not a delivery-”
“A lab tech who just entered today, mind you.” He shook his head, crossing his arms. “Take it as your task today to deliver the box because we have no one else to replace Jungkook right now.”
Shutting your eyes in mental preparation, you hung the lab coat you didn’t even get to put on back on the hook, walking towards the dreaded box and slinging the strap over your shoulder. “I’m going now, Sir.”
Your boss nodded, smiling.
There was no way he was going to step out of the comfort of his home just to find a person wiling enough to let him suck some blood out of their neck so that he would be able to quench his thirst. Yoongi was almost about to throw an embarrassing tantrum over the phone when the blood bank’s CEO said that they didn’t have anyone to deliver the bags to him that day - saying that Jungkook had quit last minute due to his grades dropping and his mom ordering him to make use of his time to study. It was a good thing the CEO promised him that he would get someone to deliver the day’s meal to him just after a few minutes of complaints.
As the clock indicated two hours past twelve though, Yoongi was tempted to get out of his comfort zone and storm up to the bank to collect the bags himself - when the doorbell rang.
Rushing to open the door, the familiar scent of packaged blood greeted him - along with some other strong, strong sweet scent that made his pupils dilate.
The box of goods was pushed into his face.
“Mi-Min Yoong-gi ssi? H-Here yo-you go.”
Swerving his head to the side, he could see a petite girl, head faced down, arms trembling as she lifted the box.
Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows as he took the box from her hands, setting it down on the floor. You looked up when the weight disappeared, regretting your action immediately when your eyes met deep, dark ones. Body shaking, you bowed instantly, turning on your heels to make a run for it.
You were quickly jerked back as a hand gripped your wrist, turning you to face the taller. Eyes wide, you looked from the hand enclosing your wrist to the vampire in front, gulping. “Y-Yes?”
The male narrowed his eyes on you, brows still knitted together. Leaning his face forward in curiosity, he was hit by a waft of citrusy sweetness - causing him to swallow thickly. At the look on your face, he leaned back. “Sorry.”
You could only whimper in response - much too overwhelmed with the fact that one of your greatest fears had his face that close to yours, and with the coldness surrounding your wrist - touching you too.
Yoongi raised a brow at the sound. “Are you… scared of me?”
Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows once more, “I don’t bite.” He pursed his lips. “I mean, when I don’t need too.”
Taking a good look at you, he gently released his hold. “I’m sorry.”
You were preparing yourself to run away from the vampire the moment he let you go… but at the soft voice, you couldn’t help but look up.
There was a moment of silence as gazes were exchanged, before the male broke it. Rubbing the back of his neck, he glanced at you, “Thanks for the… stuff.” Biting his lips, he took a brief look at you. “Just, don’t be… yeah.” He went inside, door shutting behind him.
You meekly nodded - oddly not trying to leave as fast this time.
You had always been terrified of creatures with fangs ever since you were a little girl. You weren’t sure why but you assumed it had something to do with your aunt who detested vampires for some certain reason, telling you that they were mean, scary, bad creatures. Your parents chided her for doing that though. They told you that vampires weren’t as bad as your aunt made them to be, that they were just as human as you except for the fact that they consumed blood for food.
But seeing a vampire drain your friend in the back of an alley kind of traumatised you.
Yoongi stood by the door much longer than he needed to. Biting the inside of his cheek, he licked his lips, “Y/N right?”
Your eyes widened, “You know my name?”
“I uh,” Yoongi took a deep breath in. “Yes… yes I know your name.”
When the door closed the day before, Yoongi found himself releasing a long breath he didn’t know he had been holding, leaning his back against the wall. Sure he spent his time cooping himself up in his studio working on songs and stuff without any personal contact with anyone in the outside world except for Jungkook and sometimes Hoseok for the past few months, but Yoongi wasn’t the nervous type, so why was he so anxious seeing that particular girl with the scarily addictive scent that was supposedly afraid of him?
Yoongi also found himself calling the blood bank’s CEO to praise the person that delivered the blood bags to him that afternoon - forgetting the little detail that you came hours late - and requested for the same person to deliver blood to him the following day.
“How did you-”
“Are you thirsty?”
You stared at the male.
“I mean, uh, I have drinks and stuff in the fridge… if you want.” Yoongi mentally cursed himself at the randomness. You were clearly terrified of him yesterday why would you even-
“Actually I am quite…” You trailed off, questioning your mentality. “Thirsty.” “Oh.” Yoongi cleared his throat, surprise in his eyes, moving to the side to make some space, “Come in then?”
You doubted your sanity once again when you willingly stepped into the vampire’s apartment. For all you knew, the guy could be using his vampire powers to play with your mind and lure you in to suck your blood dry but…
“No really, I make the best ramen.” Yoongi gave you a determined look, gums showing in a grin. “My friend Hoseok taught me how to make it one time.” He stared into the distance in wonder, “Don’t know why I even agreed to learn though.”
“I bet you can’t make ramen as nice as I can though.” You unconsciously teased, placing down your glass of water. “I make the best ramen!”
Yoongi gave you a look, lips tempted to curve up into a smile, “Is this a challenge?”
You held in your laughter, “Is it?”
“That’s it, I’m calling Hoseok.”
It was undeniable that Min Yoongi completely ridded you of your fear. Uncountable weeks were spent catching the bus to Yoongi’s house from the blood bank, spending at least an hour inside talking and doing all sorts of random stuff from Yoongi wanting to hear you sing, to you teaching Yoongi how to make kimbap. Conversations were light-hearted and comfortable and filled with laughter and made your heart flutter from the pure happiness of just listening to his soothing voice… until one particular day.
Yoongi shifted around more than usual, licking his lips more often than usual - not that you were paying attention or anything.
Your eyes met each other’s for the first time since that morning. Slightly nervous at his readable gaze, you bit the inside of your cheek. “Yeah?”
Yoongi stayed still for a second before slowly sitting himself closer to you, bending his face down to your level.
It was like deja-vu.
Except this time, you weren’t trembling in fear but strangely - anticipation.
He took a deep breath in, gently placing his hand on your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek. Gazing at you with so, so much emotion, he whispered, “…Can I?”
Heart beating so, so fast, you managed a nod.
Almost instantly, soft lips were pressed against yours, parting gently. Unlike the coolness you felt when his hands graze yours, or when he caresses the top of your head… warmth was what enveloped you. His other hand made its way to the back of your neck, lips ghosting over yours. Gaze never breaking, he almost inaudibly said, “Can I… taste you?”
The anxiousness and worry in his eyes was replaced with surprise and happiness and something you couldn’t quite figure out when you nodded once again.
“Sir, where’s the box?”
Your boss spun in his chair. “There’s no box today, apparently. He doesn’t want his meals delivered today.”
Brows furrowing, your lips parted, “But why-”
The male shrugged, sighing, “At least the month’s fees have been paid.” Giving you a smile, he continued, “Guess you can start on your work early today, huh?”
You were about to answer when your phone vibrated.
Morning. Meet me at the park near my place after work… please?
Never would Yoongi have thought that the first time he’d be stepping his foot outside of his apartment would be to meet up with someone - and on his own accord at that.
But that someone was unknowingly filling up the hole he didn’t know he had in his dead heart…
And never had Yoongi felt so alive.
“Yoongi!” You ran up towards the male once you caught sight of that familiar beanie.
The million questions that bombarded you at work started popping up at the silent stare - how you thought that maybe your blood tasted so bad that Yoongi didn’t have any appetite to eat for the entire day and-
You snapped out of your daze, looking up at the guy.
At your visible confusion, Yoongi took a step closer. “For letting me drink… your blood yesterday.” He rambled on, pursing his lips, “I never got the chance to properly thank you. I felt full all day yesterday and couldn’t even finish the bags you delivered and today I didn’t even feel hungry at all, just satisfied and-”
“Wait, so my blood didn’t taste bad?”
Yoongi gave you a look, lips quirking up into a soft smile at your relieved face. Hands cupping your cheeks, he bent down to nuzzle your nose with his. “You tasted like the perfect melody, like the laughter you blessed me with when Hoseok chose your ramen, like the recording of your singing that lulls me to sleep every night, like…” he swallowed thickly, so, so nervous, “like the urge to tell you I love you since day one.”
Your eyes widened, blush creeping up your cheeks.
“I love you.” Yoongi said, anxious but sure. “Do you-”
Shy lips cut him off in a peck.
Face so, so red, you hurriedly pulled back, diverting your eyes from a largely grinning Min Yoongi.
“You know I’m gonna cancel all my deliveries from now on.”
At that, you whipped your head up to him, eyes wide, “Why-”
Yoongi gave that gummy smile from day two.
“Because I don’t need a blood bank anymore, I need you.”
Requested by Anonymous: BB reaction to you being ‘wife like’ cooking for them and keeping things clean?
Jiyong: Since Jiyong was rarely home, he would also rarely clean. You couldn’t help but deal with the little dust bunnies accumulating everywhere and forced him to spend his day off cleaning his house with you. Though Jiyong did help, he noticed how caring you were towards his well-being, making sure he was still getting enough rest. Once dinner time came around, you forced Jiyong down onto the couch so he could get a nap while you prepared dinner. He couldn’t help but stare at you lovingly from his seat as you made yourself busy in front of the stove to fix up a quick lunch, even adding more kimchi to his nearly-empty fridge. “Now all we need are just the rings…” (”What?”) “Nothing, babe! Haha, you’re so cute and pretty in that apron…~”
Youngbae: Youngbae’s apartment was like your second home, so he wasn’t surprised when you entered the pass code to get in with grocery bags in your arms. His hair was still a mess when you slipped yourself into his kitchen, fixated on making him brunch (he was still asleep up until 11). Determined to stubbornly help you, your boyfriend stuck right by your side, begging to do at least half of the work. Since the both of you were so accustomed to each other, maneuvering the kitchen while avoiding a collision felt extremely natural to Youngbae. Eventually you forced him to sit down, telling him that he could make their kimbap for their picnic later that day. As if stuck in a daydream, he started giggling, imagining the future when you two were a permanent couple.
Seungri: Seungri always made you stay over at his place, regardless of his responsibilities that would come the day after. One morning, he made an attempt to curl his arm around your waist, only to feel nothing but the bed sheets. Confused, he panicked and immediately shot out of the room. Did you leave? However, his anxiety was replaced by serenity and comfort when he caught a whiff of coffee and something being fried in the kitchen. Sleepily making his way out, Seungri would pester you until you would give him a morning kiss – which was interrupted by a phone call from a friend he hadn’t contacted in years. “Can we catch up later, Bro? I’m with my wife, so..” (”W-Wife!?”) “All we need is a wedding and we’d be set, babe.”
Daesung: Whining and groaning at the loss of your presence in bed, Daesung would pull on his clothes (He sleeps naked) before clumsily making his way into his kitchen, nearly tripping over the pedal from his drum set. There was something boiling on the stove and two mugs filled with coffee on the table. Your back was to him while organizing various sheet music and documents on the kitchen island that he had scattered the night before. Smiling at your thoughtful actions, Daesung slipped his arms around you from behind, tenderly nipping your ear lobe when you retaliated with a bill to his face. Shocked, he would stare at you with wide eyes until you said, “If you don’t pay the water bill by today, they’re going to charge you extra… You must have forgotten this under the mountain of other things you threw onto the pile.” He giggled, tightly hugging you, burying his face in your shoulder. “Okay, okay, Wifey~” (”What?”)
Seunghyun: In the beginning months of dating him, you would always leave Seunghyun alone when he went through tough times. He would always need space alone in his apartment with a wine glass in hand, in complete isolation from the world with his phone turned off. Now however, after years of loving each other, Seunghyun always calls you over to help him through these rough days. Tonight was such a day, and you had barged into his home to first give your boyfriend a hug, situating him in his living room with a wine glass in hand. After a few minutes, however, you found yourself leaving him alone on the sofa to do the responsibilities that he had neglected while coping with his sadness and exhaustion. Washing dirty dishes, folding his laundry, cleaning his bathroom. Little did you know that Seunghyun was observing you sharply the entire time, and the moment you made your way back into the living you, he embraced you tightly. Taking a deep breath before uttering his next words, you would only catch the last bit. “…arry me.”
I am having a book signing, artist talk and a cooking demo at George Mason library in Northern VA next Saturday March 25th. It’s a free, public event. I’ll be making Kimbap and there’ll be tasting for Korean food including Kimbap and Japchae. You’ll also ask get a chance to ask me any questions about Korean food and comics, and get your copy of Cook Korean signed. Hope to see you there!
George Mason Meeting Room, 7001 Little River Tnpk, Annandale, VA 22003
Your Most Beautiful Moment in Life pt.1: Ch4 (Non-idol!AU) Jungkook loves you, you love Jin, and Jin loves his baby brother. As far as you and Jin are concerned, Jungkook’s feelings for you are simply an adorable little crush, and nothing more.
Imagine pocket sized Joshua making kimbap with you. All goes well until he kneels in the rice and tries to do the dont wanna cry dance. Let’s just say that rice got everywhere and Jeonghan is in charge of making kimbap now.
Everything felt like a dream. You got your job back and now you’re engaged to Kihyun. It’s been three years since the two of you got back. Every single day was filled with different memorable events. The spark never left, both of your eyes twinkled, smiles were ear-splitting wide. It was one of those honest relationship. No misunderstanding, no lies, nothing.
The sun shined brightly, the streets buzzing with cars and busy people.
Ever since you got your eyesight back, you were back at it again, taking photographs of well-known people and companies. You were in your office fiddling on the sheets of paper stacked on your desk. This was one of the most challenging offer you’ve ever got.
Throwing a sheet of paper on the desk, you groaned, frustrated as you weren’t satisfied with the outcome of every single shot. A couple of mistakes here and there that you have to edit. Get your crap together, [y/n]. you thought while hitting yourself lightly on the head. It has been six hours since you left your seat.
The clock ticked and ticked by the second passed and you weren’t close to leaving your office yet. Your hand found its way to your telephone, pulling the handset up to your ear before dialing your secretary. “Hera, bring me the other shots of yesterday’s photoshoot.” There was no point on beating on the bush. You have to get the work done before the deadline comes.
You didn’t have to wait for Hera’s response as you slammed the handset back to its place. There was something about every single picture that you couldn’t put a finger on it. Looking at the papers once again, you compared several edits of the shots. What was wrong with the shots? Is there something that you’ve forgotten? You couldn’t really answer all of your questions as you, yourself, don’t know about it.
As you were losing yourself to your own thoughts, you didn’t notice Hera enter the room with the developed photos on her hands. “Ms. [y/n].” No response. “Ms. [y/n], I brought you the photos.” No response. “Ms. [y/n]!” Hera raised her voice, it was loud enough to snap you out from your own thoughts. “O-oh, y-yes?” you stuttered while nervously stacking the papers on your desk.
“You should take a break, Ms. [y/n], and here I brought the developed pictures. I also received a call from your fiance that he’ll be here by 3:30.” Nodding you head in response despite the fact that every single word that came out from Hera’s mouth just went out through your other ear, you were already eyeing the photos. “Ms. [y/n], are you even listening?” Hera has been observing you by the second she came in.
“Y-yeah.” you mumbled without looking up to meet her eyes. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Hera placed a finger on the upper part of the pictures and slowly pushed it down to the desk, making you look at her with furrowed eyebrows. “What?” Hera then takes the pictures from your grasp and presses her lips into a thin line, “You need to take break, [y/n], and you do know what would happen if you overwork yourself.”
Hera rarely calls you by your name and whenever she calls you by your name, you would break out into cold sweats because of her scary aura. “A-ah, yeah, sorry.” you lowered your gaze as you were already scared by her stare. “I’ll put these papers here and you better not think about reviewing it once I get out of this room.” Whimpering at her words, you obediently nodded your head.
Hera turned her heel and waltz her way towards the door, shutting it close as soon as she got you. Slamming your back on the chair, you heaved a sigh and grunted. “I guess I should just relax and take a deep breath before proceeding on reviewing these shots.” your eyes landed towards the stacked photos. You were already itching to review the photos but you controlled yourself as you didn’t want to face Hera’s wrath.
You pouted your lips as you crossed your arms and decided to meditate for a bit. “Okay, think of happy thoughts, [y/n], think of happy thoughts.” you muttered whilst closing your eyes shut. As you were hypnotizing yourself to think of happy thoughts, you didn’t hear the door squeak open. Kihyun smiled at the sight of you being pouty and all.
You were filled with surprises and that literally makes Kihyun’s heart flutter. Chuckling at how cute you were, he tiptoed towards you, trying his best not to get caught and he covered your eyes with his hands. Your eyes fluttered open and everything was pitch black. Patting the pair of hands covering your eyes, you already knew who it was.
“Babe, I know that it’s you.” you whined to which it made Kihyun chuckle. “Okay, you got me.” Kihyun was always smiling, his eyes would vanish and his cute dimples would come out. You’ve always wondered how he can be so cheerful despite the problems he faces. Noticing your expressions, Kihyun sat on your desk and held both of your hands. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Kihyun was concerned as he’s never seen you this discouraged.
“Nothing’s wrong.” even though flashing him the fakest smile you’ve ever got, he would still squeeze the truth out of you. “Ey, don’t be like that. C’mon, tell Oppa what’s been bugging you.” His index finger touched the tip of your nose, making you look at him with a ‘really-now’ look. Shrugging both of his shoulders, he waited for you to speak up.
“I don’t know, babe. My shots are horrible, my edits just made it worse. I feel like I can’t get anything done without messing up….” your shoulders were deflated in disappointment. Whenever you talked about photography, your eyes would usually twinkle but now, Kihyun could barely see any twinkle at all.
His thumb gently caressed the back of your hand as worry was already building up. He hated to see you in such a hopeless state. “I feel like I’m losing that creative side of mine…. it doesn’t feel the same as before.” your voice faltered and then stopped as you felt your chest feeling a bit heavy compared to before.
Tears were already welling up on the corner of your eyes. Nothing seemed to go your way. Before, you held your chin up to all of the problems you’ve encountered but now, you couldn’t even look up. Kihyun lifted himself off the desk and brought himself down into a kneeling position. Cupping your face with his hands, his eyes searched for yours as he felt a pinch on his heart.
Slowly, the tears fell down one by one but Kihyun kissed them away. “Babe, this isn’t the end of everything. I know that you can do it, I believe in you. This..” he paused as he grabbed a paper on the desk and showed it to you, “this is just a challenge to test your skills. I know that you can overcome this. I know that… and don’t you ever dare feel lonely. I will always be here by your side.” his words were heartwarming enough to make you cry.
“H-hey, don’t cry.” He pulled you towards his chest before tightly wrapping his arms around you. Caressing your back, he cradled you in his arms. “Babe, don’t cry. You’re a wonderful photographer and no one can ever surpass those skills of yours.” Kihyun pulled away slowly before resting his forehead against yours. His hands made its way to cup your cheeks once more.
“Hey, stop crying.” he softly said, wiping away the tears with his thumb. Kihyun had a faint smile on his face, his eyes glinted in worry and sadness. You softly sniffled as you looked at Kihyun in the eyes. “I’m… sorry for breaking down in front of you, Ki.” you apologized but Kihyun shook his head, “You don’t have to apologize, babe.” Slowly, your mouth turned into a pout which made Kihyun chuckle.
“Aigoo, cheer up. Oppa made you some kimbap for you to snack on.” Your eyes lit up at the sound of kimbap. “Really?” your voice was small but loud enough for Kihyun to hear. “Uh-huh. Stop crying and cheer up, okay? I didn’t make this kimbap for a sad [y/n] but for a happy [y/n].” He then presses his lips onto yours to which you responded back right away. It lasted about twenty seconds before you pulled away when you felt your tummy growl.
“Ey, what’s wrong?” It seemed like Kihyun was ready to take the kiss into another level. You chuckled at how disappointed Kihyun was, you bopped his nose with your finger and smiled, “I’m hungry.” Kihyun was now the one who was pouting at you. “What?” you asked with your eyebrow raised at him. “Can we just eat each other?” Taken aback at how straightforward Kihyun was, you couldn’t help but choke on your own saliva before cracking up.
“No, babe.” you gave him one last kiss before standing up, leaving him sulking. “Where’s the kimbap?” you asked before searching for the kimbap. Kihyun stood up and continued sulking. “Here.” He passed a cute light-blue lunch bag back towards you. Plopping yourself on the couch you opened the bag and pulled the lunch box out.
Kihyun sat himself right beside you, still sulking. “If you want us to eat each other out before we pass out, we can do that at home but here, it’s a big no no babe.” Kihyun wasn’t buying what you were telling him. He crossed his arm on his chest with his legs comfortably spread wide open. Rolling your eyes at how childish he was, you didn’t hesitate in opening the lunch box and plopping a slice onto your mouth.
The sweet taste of kimbap spread through your taste buds, making it dance through the various flavors. While you were enjoying the kimbap, you could feel a pair of eyes bore holes on the back of your head, making your look at Kihyun. “Are you going to sulk all day long?” you asked and Kihyun nodded in response. “What can I do to make you stop sulking?” A mischievous smile then replaced the pout.
“Makeout with me.” You almost dropped the lunch box when you heard the words come out from his mouth. “Why?” you asked after gaining your composure back. “Do I have to answer that?” Kihyun looked really hot which didn’t make any sense to you. “But babe, I want to eat.” you whined with a kimbap slice in between your thumb and index finger.
“Eat that and,” he paused before grabbing the lunch box off your hand, placing it on the coffee table, and pulled you towards him. You were now in between his legs, your hands rested on his chest as he snaked his arms around your waist. “What’s gotten into you?” you asked while plopping the slice of kimbap into your mouth.
“I don’t know.” Kihyun acted innocently with his eyes looking at somewhere else. You slightly slapped him on the chest, “Seriously, is something bothering you?” Kihyun was now back to his pouty self and whined, “We barely had any sexy time last night as you fell asleep right away.” Sexy time? What’s he blabbering about? you thought as you looked at him weirdly.
“I stayed up all night in my office, Ki.”
You lifted yourself off him and eyed him suspiciously. He lets out an exasperated sigh, “Yes, you did but your definition of staying up late was drinking a lot of soju and having me to pick you up in the middle of the night.” You could feel your cheeks heat up by the truth. “Whatever. I have to check the photos now.”
Your face was beet red. You didn’t expect his answer to be that straightforward. “Don’t you dare check those photos, Yoo [y/n].”His tone was firm but you didn’t budge. “I’m not yet your Mrs. Yoo, Kihyun.” you said in a sing-song voice before plopping your whole body onto your swivel chair. You saw Kihyun roll his eyes and proceeded to sulking once again.
“C’mon, [y/n], take a break and have some kitkat. Just kidding but still, take a break. You’ve been here for almost eight hours and I just want to spend some time with my wifey.”
Oh, you already now that Kihyun was trying to guilt-trip you but he was right, you barely had any time for him. Lifting yourself off the chair as you made your way to him, you heaved a sigh. “I’m sorry.” If only Kihyun knew how much his guilt-trip worked on you, he would be teasing you for a week long. “Aww, it’s okay.” He slung an arm around you and pulled you towards his chest when you sat down beside him.
Kihyun noticed how you fell silent for a long period of time which bothered him. “Hey, are you still bothered about the shots?” You would be lying to yourself if you said no. A deep, frustrated sigh left your mouth as you rested your head on his shoulder. “I am… I don’t even know how to fix it.”
“Well, you’re lucky that this hubby of yours know a little bit about photography.”
You lifted your head off his shoulder and gave him a look. He knows a little bit about photography? you mentally asked. Kihyun flashed you the cheekiest grin and said, “Well, just so you know when we weren’t together, I took photography classes for you.” Kihyun was always the type of guy who knows how to touch a girl’s heart.
“And, if you want, I can stay here with you and help you out with the shots. It’s better to have someone to review the pictures with you, you know?” This was something that you didn’t expect from him. Usually, he’d give you some space to focus on your photography but now, he was willing to give you his time in helping you out.
“R-really?” Even just by the slightest efforts, it really touched you. May it be just bringing you some coffee or even placing a blanket over your shoulder if you fell asleep. Your eyes glistened in tears which made Kihyun panic. “Yeah and…. h-hey, don’t cry.” Throwing your arms around him, you pulled him into a hug and cried.
“Thank you so much, Ki! You don’t know how much your help means to me.”
Kihyun froze into his spot but breaks into a smile. His hands soothingly went up and down on your back. You also didn’t know how much it brought him happiness when he saw your eyes lit up when he offered you his help. He expected you to reject him but you didn’t.
“Goodness, you’re quite emotional today babe.” His tone was teasing, making you imagine him having a sly smile plastered on his face. “Now, why don’t we take a nap first? Look at those dark circles under your eyes.” His eyes stared right into yours, his thumbs tracing the bags under your eyes.
“Alright.” The couch was big enough for the two of you two fit. He laid down before pulling you into his arms, protectively hugging you by the waist while making you rest your head on his arm. As soon as you laid down, you could feel the drowsiness kicking in.
Kihyun knew how much you loved it when he sang you to sleep whenever you were stressed. Before you knew it, his voice lulled you to sleep, sending you to dreamland right away. Despite how you became silent all of a sudden, Kihyun still continued to sing, his fingers played with your hair and his eyes were already closed.
Well, he also fell asleep without him knowing. Just imagine him singing then falling a sleep in the middle of the song.
“How about this?” you asked with your eyes focused on the monitor screen. The brightness of the monitor made you feel a strain in your eyes. Shutting your eyes close, you still listened to Kihyun’s advice.
“You should make it a bit more underexposed to put emphasis on your subject, giving it a mysterious feel into it but at the same time, a story.”
Following his advice, you adjusted the exposure until you finally got it right. Sighing in relief, you saved the final product before stretching your aching limbs. “Alright, two more photos to go babe.” Kihyun was enthusiastic as ever.
As much as you wanted to continued editing, you couldn’t as your eyes hurt so much and your head started to hurt as well. Crap, I’ve overworked my eyes again… you cursed under your breath as you tried your best to hide it from Kihyun but he noticed right away.
Placing a hand on your shoulders, he gave it a light squeeze and whispered softly, “Babe, I’ll take over. You should rest your eyes for a bit, okay? And I won’t take no for an answer.” You nodded your head and allowed him to take over by letting him sit on your chair and you on his.
You plopped your crossed arms on the desk and rested your head on top of it, your head turned towards Kihyun. The room was filled with the sound of the mouse clicking every after two seconds. Kihyun’s eyes was focused on the screen, never leaving the monitor.
His breathing was steady but you could feel that was starting to feel stressed about the photos, to which you instinctively touched him on the hand. “Babe, I-I can take over now.” “No.” He curtly replied before continuing.
Ten minutes passed when you heard the sound of your swivel chair squeak, making you open your eyes and see a smiling Kihyun. He was proud of his edits and now, all he needed was your opinion about it. “Are you done already?” you softly asked, making Kihyun turn his head towards you and nod.
You were relieved. A big weight was lifted off your shoulders and you didn’t feel suffocated anymore. Glancing towards the clock, it was already past midnight and you could see how tired Kihyun looked. “But I have to make you–” “No need, babe, I’ll make Hera develop all those photos tomorrow and send it right away to Mr. Bang.” you mumbled.
Kihyun looked at you with a confused look but you just smiled at him. The two of you called it a day and went home, falling asleep in each other’s arms as soon as the two of you hit the bed.
“Now this is what you call a masterpiece.” Mr. Bang exclaimed as he looked at the photos. The two of you had a meeting about the outcomes and all of your photos received good feedbacks. “And, I really love the last two pictures.” He continued.
Your eyes landed on the photos and smiled, “I’m actually not the one who edited those two, Mr. Bang.” Mr. Bang looked up to meet my gaze. His eyes were wide as a surprised cat, his lips formed into an ‘o’ shape before speaking up.
“Then, may I ask who processed these shots?”
“My soon-to-be-husband actually processed those Mr. Bang.” you expected him to explode but the frown was turned upside-down into a sweet smile. Mr. Bang was surely reminded of him and his wife. “Alright, I’ll take all of these photos and don’t you forget to invite me to your wedding, alright?”
You were taken aback when Mr. Bang started to gather all the photos back to the brown envelop. “M-Mr. Bang–” “And, tell your hubby thanks. I would like to work with you again and this time, I also want to work with your hubby.”
You were left dumbfounded in the conference room. Mr. Bang left right away with a jolly smile on his face. But this was good news for you. You hurriedly pulled your phone out and dialed Kihyun’s number. You didn’t have to wait that long as Kihyun answered your call right away.
“So, how’d it go?”
“It went well! It’s all thanks to you, Ki!”
“Well, what can I say, I’m that good.”
“Don’t let it get into your big head now.”
“Hehehe, I’m just kidding, babe. So, since the job’s finally done, can we now have sexy time every single night?”
If you want to ask someone if they know something, you can use ~ㄴ/은/는지 알다. To answer, use 알다 or 모르다 depending on if you know or don’t know. *~(으)ㄴ지 for adjectives or 이다, ~는지 for verbs
한국말을 어떻게 빨리 배우는지 압니까? – Do you know how to quickly learn Korean? 김밥은 뭐로 만드는지 아세요? – Do you know what to make kimbap with? 언니가 얼마나 예쁜지 알아요? – Do you know how pretty my sister is? 선생님이 어디에서 왔는지 몰라요. – I don’t know where the teacher came from. 우리 대통령이 누구인지 모르겠어요. – I don’t know who our president is. 거기까지 어떻게 가는지 잘 알아. – I know very well how to get there.
If you want to know how to do something, you can use ~(으)ㄹ 줄 알다.
한국말을 빨리 배울 줄 알아요? – Do you know how to quickly learn Korean? 김밥을 맛있게 만들 줄 압니까? – Do you know how to make kimbap deliciously? 운전을 할 줄 아세요? – Do you know how to drive? 자전거를 탈 줄 몰라요. – I don’t know how to ride a bike. 고양이를 키울 줄 잘 모르겠어요. – I don’t really know how to raise cats. 자동차를 청소할 줄 알아. – I know how to clean the car.
*Be careful with ~(으)ㄴ/는지 알다, ~(으)ㄹ 줄 알다, and ~(으)ㄹ 수 있다.
수영을 할 줄 알아요. – I know how to swim. 수영을 할 수 있어요. – I can swim / I have the ability to swim.
수영을 할 줄 알아 and 수영을 어떻게 하는지 알아 have the same meaning of knowing how to swim, but for ‘how to’ sentences ~(으)ㄹ 줄 알다 sounds a little better. And obviously since ~(으)ㄴ/는지 알다 just means ‘to know’ it would sound extremely weird to ask 수영을 하는지 알아요?
[ 1/3 cup ground beef + ½ cup gochujang or Korean red pepper paste + 1 teaspoon soy sauce + 2 teaspoon sesame oil + 3 tablespoons honey + 3 garlic cloves, minced ]
Heat the sesame oil in a skillet over medium high heat. Add in the garlic and saute until fragrant. Add in the ground beef and cook for 2 minutes. Lower the heat and add gochujang and honey. Cook for another 3 minutes and take off from heat. Set aside.
[ 5 sheets of “gim”/“kim”/roasted dried seaweed + 2 ½ cups cooked short-grain white rice + 1 small carrot, cut into thin matchsticks + 2 cups spinach, blanched + 1 cucumber, cut into long strips + Spam or sausages, cut into long strips + 3 eggs + sesame oil + sesame seeds ]
You’d want to have all the ingredients prepped before you start rock n’ rollin’, so to speak, so cook the rice according to the package instruction and keep warm. Warm, not hot, not cold.
Saute the blanched spinach in a little bit of sesame oil and salt. Set aside. Do the same for the carrot matchsticks and sausages.
Lightly whisk the eggs with a little salt and cook into a flat omelet. Cut into long strips.
Combine the rice with 2-3 tablespoons of yak-gochujang (recipe above) and mix well. Taste and adjust seasoning.
Prepare a bowl with water on the side. Spread a sheet of seaweed over the bamboo sushi roll, put about ½ cup of seasoned rice and spread evenly over about 2/3 of seaweed. You want to dip your fingers in the water so the rice won’t stick.
Lay the first ingredient down around 1/3 of the way up from the bottom of the rice (with about an inch of empty rice space at the bottom) Stack the other fillings down on top.
Roll from the bottom (as if you’re rolling a sleeping bag), pressing down to make the fillings stay in.
As you continue to roll, pull the whole thing down towards the end of the bamboo mat.
Spread a tiny dab of water along the top seam to hold the roll together.
Set aside and continue with other seaweed sheets. Brush the kimbap rolls with some sesame oil and sprinkle with sesame seeds on top.
Cut each roll into 7-8 pieces. Serve with extra yak-gochujang, if you want.
Anon asked: Oh My Goodness!! Your fluffy Wonwoo proposal scenario was so cute!!! I may have had a tear in my eye from the pure fluffiness. ^^ Could you write one for Mingyu, but where the reader has a shy personality?
Note: *passes tissue box and gummy bears* 😭☺️ Thank you for liking the Wonwoo scenario and for requesting! I hope you like this~
- Admin Mochi ✨
Mingyu quietly opened the door to the apartment he shared with you, slipping off his shoes by the doorway. The sounds of the television reached Mingyu’s ears, a sign that you were home.
He snuck soundlessly into the living room and saw your back was turned to him as you watched an episode of Weekly Idol. You giggled to yourself as the host made an attempt at aegyo. Mingyu smiled at the sound as he advanced towards the couch.
Just as you were about to laugh again, a pair of hands blackened your vision. “Oh?” Mingyu heard you say in surprise as your hands reflexively came up to pry them off. Mingyu held on as he fought his trembling lips that threatened to betray him by laughter.
“Guess who?” Mingyu said in a deep, exaggerated voice.
“Is it my favorite boyfriend?” You singsonged. Mingyu chuckled and lifted his hands.
“I’m your only boyfriend, you dork.” Mingyu said as he swooped down to kiss your cheek. Your cheeks flushed in delight and slight embarassment. Even after three years of being with Mingyu, you still got shy whenever he gave you any show of affection. Luckily, Mingyu found it extremely cute instead of a turn-off.
You smiled up at him then noticed the grocery bag in his hands. “Ooh, what’s that?”