STAR CROSSED LOVERS

Ch.10

"I'm getting hungry." Junkookie whines as he paints the walls.

"Me too." Namjoon agrees.

"Should we eat out?" Suga asks.

"No," I answer. "I'll make you food."

Their heads immediately turn towards me. "You cook?" Jin asks.

I nod. "Yeah, when I lived in Busan, my landlord taught me how to cook."

"Really?" Jimin ask, with his eyes wide open. I laugh at his cute expression and nod.

"I'll go to the market and buy the food we need and make it at my house." I say.

"That's a good idea." Jin nods. "I'll go with you and I'll help you prepare the food."

"Alright," I say, putting the brush down. "I'm gonna get my things from Jimin's room."

*

"You should stay in the car," I say, before turning the car off. "People could recognize you."

"They'll recognize you too." He says, taking his seatbelt off. "Let's go."

We walk into the Korean market, taking a cart. "What should we eat?" I ask, walking down the isles.

"I feel like eating Bo Ssam." He says, followed by an "mm." He smiles cutely, making his cheeks turn round and squishy. I laugh at his cuteness. "Do you know how to make it?"

"Yes, of course!" I smile. "Let's go get the ingredients then."

As we walk through the isles, picking the ingredients, people recognize us but don't try to come up to us.

"People are staring!" Jin whispers loudly, making me laugh. "I understand why. It's because I'm Worldwide handsome."

"Ah! It's because of you not me, huh?" I laugh.

"Of cour-" he stops mid-sentence and grabs a bag of pasta. He looks at me excitedly and says, "What do you call a fake noodle?"

I want to burst into laughter since I know the joke already, but I try keeping a straight face and play along. "What?" I ask as a smile creeps into my face.

"An impasta." He says and suddenly breaks into his window-wiper laugh. I laugh with him and slap his arm jokingly. He throws the pasta in the cart and continues.

"Jin! Why did you throw the pasta in the cart?" I laugh.

He stops and looks at the pasta and back at me. "I don't know." I laugh and take the pasta out of the cart and put it back on the shelf.

"Come on." I say, pulling him by the arm as he pushes the cart. "Let's go get the pork."

As we wait for the pork, Jin points at a slab of steak and says, "mm steak."

"Jin." I say, calling his attention. He looks at me and I say, "if you were steak, you'd be well done."

A smile creeps onto his face and he bursts into laughter. "Well-done." He repeats, laughing uncontrollably. Once he's calm, he says, "well I am worldwide handsome."