ㅡ Chaerin's POV ㅡ
I didn't think Jimin was so open-minded. Last night he caught me off guard. It was an amazing night, the last thing I expected was to spend a night in bed with Jimin in a motel talking late into the night.
I haven't forgotten the most important thing. His hand on his chest as he confessed his feelings... he was the only one of the three guys who hadn't made any kind of confession yet. And that's why I was always convinced it was just sex and physical attraction for him, as it was for me.
Was?
Was it or is it still for me?
I don't know, I don't know how I feel. I know I still feel Yoongi inside me, I still feel him running through my veins.
There are things Jimin did that hurt me. Like when I found him together with Yerin, the one who had told my secret so personal and intimate in front of everyone, making it a weapon to hurt and humiliate me. It was a cruel thing to do.
And Jimin ... after he admitted he'd like to be Taemin's father. Despite his words and those moments of a human person, he betrayed me in that way. It's hard to forget.
That's why I don't know if I can trust him. One day he is so ... so human and he manages to communicate his thoughts with his eyes and the next day with that same look he pierces me saying that he has done nothing wrong.
Can I really trust him?
《Chaerin, the water! It's enough, close it!》
I go back to reality, I immediately turn off the tap, I filled the pot too much and all the water came out of the edges, flooding everything.
I raise my head huffing in annoyance.
《I am hopeless.》
《I can't leave you two minutes alone that you'll get into trouble right away.》
He chuckles amused, I glare at him in response.
《What were you thinking to be so distracted?》
《The fact that neither of us knows how to cook pasta.》 And it's true, as simple as it may be, we never did it.
And Jimin is usually good at cooking, but only when it comes to Korean food. When it comes to foreign meals, well ... that's another story.
《True, but think about it! Would you have ever thought that in a common kitchen of a motel there would be some real Italian pasta? Do you really want to miss this opportunity?》
He presents the box of pasta as if he were trying to sell me an item. The box was blue and looked luxurious, the white lettering was put on a red background and the brand name is "Barilla". The type of pasta is particular, they look like ribbons, elegant ones. Or butterflies.
《Yes and maybe it's good, I don't understand the instructions, they are in Italian.》
《We will only have to look for a number that indicates the cooking minutes, right?》
Jimin looks back at the package, turns it over several times in his hand.
《It's all written in letters, I don't understand anything.》
He scratches his head in confusion.
《Okay, it won't be difficult to understand when the pasta is cooked enough, we don't need the instructions, we don't suck.》
He says optimistically.
I have a feeling it won't turn out well.
《I have my doubts.》
I put myself in front of him and with the spoon, pointing towards his neck, I say:
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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒙, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕? ➳ 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆 🔞
Fanfiction[English is not my first language, sorry for any grammatical error.] It all starts from a simple dare. Chaerin likes to play with them. Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook, will they play along? What will happen if they all join the game? It's supposed to...
