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Princess Treatment

Choi Beomgyu🎸

"Yuna, come on, get up, we're gonna be late for work." I knock on her door. I hear her groan from inside.

"Yuna, can I come in?"

She mumbles something.

"I'm taking that as a 'Yes'," I say, walking in, pressing my hands above my eyes. "You're not like...naked or something, right?"

Thump!

"Why would you say that?" she screeches.

I groan, taking my hands away, looking down at the pillow she threw over my head. I look over to her, sitting up on her bed, arms crossed over her chest, frowning.

"Woke up on the wrong side of bed?"

"Oh, shut up," she grumbles, standing up. I watch her stretch, her Hello Kitty shirt rising up, my eyes catching her bare midriff. I look away immediately, feeling my face flush.

"Uh, I'll just...leave," I say awkwardly, walking out of her room, shutting the door behind me. "I've lost it." I sigh, walking into the kitchen.

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"Wow, I'm surprised Ms Kim let us in the kitchen. And actually use it," says Yuna, running her fingers across the marble counter.

"Yeah, me too. Especially you. I mean, me personally, I'd never trust you in the kitchen after that one night," I say, following her.

She turns to me, her hair whipping behind her. "Are you coming at me for that Kimchi stew, because I told you, I did exactly what Taehyun told me to. Blame him, he's the issue."

"No, I'm talking about that night you tried to make pizza, and nearly blew us up and everyone in a 30 mile radius."

"Hey, it wasn't that bad," she shrugs.

"Yuna," I look in her eyes. "The oven almost blew up and you had the fire alarm and sprinkler go off!"

"Oh, come on, so you took another shower that day, who cares?" She waves her hands.

"I care! My new shirt got ruined because of you!"

"Oh please, I liked it better when you took the shirt off anyway!"

She pauses. I freeze. She turns to me, eyes wide. I look away, eyes wider.

"Uh, I mean, you know- you were complaining a lot so it was just like...better once you gave up. Yeah, that's what I meant." She nods in confirmation. "Oh hey, Ms Kim's brownie recipe, let's check it out," she says, clapping way too enthusiastically, speed walking away from me.

I blink, looking back to her. She bites her lip, staring down at the box of cake mix. She turns back to me, eyes widening, turning away immediately.

What the hell?

I sigh, running my hand through my hair.

"Omg, let's make this dark chocolate cake," she says, holding up Ms Kim's cookbook. "It's the one I like."

"You sure we can even make this?"

"Why not? Looks easy enough." She shrugs, grabbing an apron, tying it around her waist. She turns, tossing another apron over to me. I take it, tying it around my hips.

She walks around with the cookbook in her hand, picking out the ingredients. "Hey, can you get me the milk?" I nod, walking over to the refrigerator, taking out the chilled bottle of milk.

She stands in front of the counter, arranging the ingredients. I step behind her, bringing my arm around her, placing the bottle of milk down.

I snicker. She's so tiny in front of me. She's short enough for me to place my chin on her head. In the moment, I feel so tempted to do so. Her hips press against the counter. I want nothing more to wrap my hands around her. But, I fight the urge to. Her hands grip the edges of the counter.