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Mihi POV

The scent that permeates the room reminds me of the days when I first began cooking. Well, learning to cook. Growing up without a mother-figure was the thing that led me to start playing around the stove at a young age. My grandmother was around a little while before she passed away, but the same way I didn't learn much about her, I didn't learn much cooking from her either. My grandfather only knew how to make rice and kimchi stew, so he wasn't much help in that department either. And my father... well, he lived on my grandmother's cooking and the restaurant industry. When she passed, it changed a lot of things.

He started to gain a bit more weight than when it was only fifty percent take-away. With him always traveling for work, he didn't learn to cook either.

So when I was old enough to reach the stove in its entirety, while on a step-stool, I began figuring things out on my own. And one of the first things I learned to make was ramen.

"That smells really good."

I stir the pot before me, practically hearing Taehyung's glands produce saliva as he watches from the bar counter that overlooks the entire cooking area. I've been cooking for a good twenty minutes already, Taehyung quietly observing me as I do so. I don't think much about how he stares at me while I'm not looking.

I enjoy it.

I add the noodles, taking this time to grab a bowl for him and I along with some chopsticks for us. When they finish cooking, I separate the noodles between our bowls and add broth and the slices of pork and kimchi that cooked in the broth. When I slide his bowl to him, his face contorts and his mouth drops open. The look instantly makes me think of how it would look if I --

"This smells and looks terrific." He pinches his chopsticks together and brings the noodles to his mouth, blowing on them and shoving them in as I lean against the counter as I watch him eat. As he chews, his eyes close, a soft hum coming from his throat as he rests an elbow close to his bowl. "This... This could be my last meal and I'd die happy." He chuckles quietly as he swallows what's in his mouth, his eyes opening as he looks in my direction. I grin from that comment, focusing on my own bowl and eating before the noodles overcook in the hot broth.

"Glad you like it."

We eat in silence, the two of us making momentary glances in each other's direction and flashing a smile when we catch each other looking.

When I invited Taehyung over, I didn't anticipate this. My goal was to get him sexually frustrated and although I know I did just that, it was like he wasn't comfortable with the idea of anything going remotely in that direction. Usually I'm not subtle with this sort of thing. I'm straight-forward, to the point; I don't attempt to get to know the people I want to sleep with. But somehow, Taehyung has me reeling back and slowing down my end goal.

Slightly.

"So, Taehyung."

When we finish eating, we're just moving the small pieces of spring onion around our bowl with the tip of our chopsticks, or at least I am. He's doing something similar to his bowl, so likely the same thing.

He hums, looking up at me as I gaze in his direction.

"It's nice that you've opened your curtains." My smile seems to make him pause for a moment, a faint pink shade dusting his cheeks before he clears his throat and shakes his head, the color disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Yeah. It's strange how opening my window has led to us talking to each other after all of these years."

I laugh softly, sliding my bowl to the side as I fold my arms onto the counter. "Yeah, but I have a question."