~☆The best part is the chase, especially when he doesn't want to be caught...☆~
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Yoongi is a mysterious new student to your school, and he harbors some secrets - a painful past that he wishes to keep hidden. You aren't the type to let what...
I woke at almost 9:00 a.m. the next morning, my head still hurting but not as bad as the day before. My first thought was of Y/N, as I wondered how she slept and if she missed me as much as I missed her.
I swung my legs over the bed and got up, making my way (i.e. waddling) to the bathroom. I peed and splashed water on my face, that alone making me feel more awake.
I knew my father was coming home sometime today to talk with me, and I figured I better just get dressed and go downstairs and grab some breakfast before all hell breaks loose.
I got dressed hastily in a pair of slacks and a button down shirt, one that was a little thicker than my usual Gucci or Chanel dress shirts which is perfect for the colder weather. I wasn't able to wear my glasses due to the huge bandage on my face, so I had to resort to wearing my contacts.
It took me almost 20 minutes to finally get the damn contacts in before I grabbed my phone and made my way downstairs, fluffing my hair as I went.
I got to the kitchen knowing breakfast was served a couple of hours ago, and I would probably just scrounge around for something.
I was met with a singing Lil, happily whipping up something sweet in a bowl. It smelled like cake batter in the kitchen, and it made me want to have a taste.
I went quietly behind Lil, reaching around as she continued to sing to herself, and quickly swiped some batter from inside the bowl with my index finger.
I jumped back as Lil twirled around, her favorite (and my arch nemesis) spoon in hand, batter flinging left and right.
"Gahh, you get away young man! No samples," Lil yelled, shaking the spoon. The batter continued to flick, a tiny bit flinging across the foot between us and landing on my right cheek.
I grinned at Lil, trying to reach the tiny morsel with my tongue, but it was too far away. Lil's mother instinct kicked in and she lifted her apron to wipe it away even if she was too short to reach it, and I took the opportunity while she was distracted to reach my hand out and swipe another large glob of batter out of the bowl with the index finger and run like hell.
I squealed AHHHHAAAWWWWW as I made a beeline around the counter, jumping into the air as I ran out into the great room, Lil yelling at me from the kitchen.
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"I swear, I will beat you boy," she yelled, her voice carrying no ounce of sincerity with the amount of laughter that came with it.
"Not if you can't catch me, Little Lady," I shot back, grinning to myself as I sucked the batter off my finger.
Robert came out of the formal dining room to my right, a dusting cloth and silver goblet in his hands.
"What did you do," he asked quizzically, moving towards me.
