Thoughts. (BTS Sope)

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I sat at the kitchen table as Hoseok served the soup into bowls. He handed me one.

"Be careful its a bit hot."

I nodded at him.
I ignored the soup and watched him. He was wearing a green shirt and black jeans. He look so good, yet very comfortable. The way he moved around in the kitchen was wonderful. He was full of happiness and confidence.

"Is there something wrong?"

I hadn't realized how long I had been watching him.

"No, everything's fine."

I looked down at my soup. It looked, smelt, and tasted like heaven.

" I'm sorry... about last night."

Hoseok whispered watching his soup.
I looked up at him.

"I-I just couldn't, you know.. I mean.. you-you were drunk.. I was drunk.. it just wasn't right."

I felt heat rush into my face.

Neither of us looked at each other.
Neither of us spoke.
We just ate.
Silently.