After cooking my delicious meal ...
"I'm done cooking" i said pulling off the apron from my waist. he then moved to me .he glare at the food which was placed on the table
"come on.it not as if i am going to poison you besude you were here when i cook it"i said proving my self with my hands
"cough cough"he cleared his throat and pick up the chopstick "ok why dont you eat first"
"uh" is that he dont trust me...maybe he need a slapp."ok let feed each other together.so you can trust me"
"ok" agreed once.i picked up the other chopstick then dig in the rameyon at once together.
Two people, likely in a romantic relationship, are sitting together, enjoying a bowl of steaming hot ramyeon (Korean instant noodles). They're using chopsticks to eat and feeding each other
After they take a bite, they share a moment of culinary pleasure. They savor the flavors, textures, and aromas of the ramyeon, and their eyes meet in a moment of mutual appreciation."maybe you are not that too bad in Cooking"
"i know i will be a good chef"i said with my bright face " i want to have another taste feed me"i spoke but instantly he raised his chopstick with rameyon on it .
did he actually did that .he never does anything i say but is he trying to get my attention or has he already fall inlove with me
i Open my small mouth as he feed me .oh my God is this real or my imagination but soon my imagination was going so wider.he then started staring at my lip
no no dont look at me like that .was all screaming on my mind
Just as she's enjoying her meal, he, leans in and kisses her. But this isn't just any kiss - he gently sucks the ramyeon broth and noodles from her lips.
This gesture is tender, affectionate, and playful. It's as if he's savoring the moment, and the flavors of the ramyeon, along with her kiss.The act of sucking the broth and noodles from her lips creates a sensual and intimate connection between them.
"uhm"he cleared his throat then sexily lick his lip"there was ramyeon on your lip"he stared at dumbfounded face displaying
maybe I should leave tomorrow unless i will get kiss every seconds.but actually am i not supposed to be one doing all this
"uhmm.its late now,have anything to do before we sleep"
"Tomorrow we should go on a date"
"lets go and sleep"
"but first carried me like a princess"i said wondering if he would that because he suck my lips .it was about 4min but he never leave there or even move a little.so he don't want to obey me all he wanted was to suck my lips so hard
"ok lets go"i quickly dragged him then we went to bedroom ...
are we sleeping together???
about moving into the room he hold my thin waist and ked me into the larger room . hope we are not doing that....
he then stares at me then slowly pushed me into the bed then cover me with the duvet but something he did made my face to beeeee
he kissed me on my cheek then left
squeeeee.
touching my face then a smile curved out of my lip....
tonight dream gonna be wonderful and cool with him
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As she slowly regained consciousness, her eyes fluttered open, blinking away the remnants of sleep. Groggily, she raised her hands to her face, touching her cheeks and forehead as if to reassure herself she was real.
She sat up in bed, swinging her legs over the side, and planted her feet firmly on the ground. Then, she stood up, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back in a languid cat-like motion.
Still feeling a bit disoriented, she shuffled to the bathroom, flipping on the light switch and squinting at her reflection in the mirror. She gazed at her face, taking in her sleep-tousled hair and puffy eyes.
After a quick once-over, she turned away from the mirror and headed back to her bedroom. That's when she saw it: her outfit for the day, laid out neatly on the bed.
She picked up the clothes, examining them briefly before nodding to herself. "Time to get ready," she muttered, already moving towards the closet to grab her shoes.
With a sense of determination, she began to dress, her movements quick and efficient. As she finished tying her shoes, she gave herself a brief nod in the mirror.
"I'm going," she declared, heading out the door with a sense of purpose.
"going where ?"
"work.i have a project to do "
yoongi said"you are not going to work.we are going out "
where where was all in my head but i had to behave like i dont care but after that why does he want to fo that maybe my experiment was real he had fallen in love with me
"going were?"I manage to say out
"to an haunted house"he said
really really.i am going there i havent been there because no one would agreed to come with me... i really like scared movie,mom always ask me if i am a boy
"you dont look scared"he said as if disappointed
wait did he really think i would be scared for just a show or a fake thing
"why should i be scared for just a haunted house "
"ok."his face was still disappointed like a father disappoint of his daughter result
♠♠
"wait here i should go get the ticket."he said then he left me. my eyes scan the place then i sat on the chair taking a fresh breath and glazing everywhere till i heard a voice
"omma why is she here alone?"a little kid asked holding ice cream
"she is alone because she dont have a partner."the mother of the child said
"ahh"she ran towards me with her face disappointed "don't you have any partner ."
i was a little confused "who told you that"but then she pointed at her mom
how could a grown up lady speak this to her 6years old
"i have a partner.so what's your name "i spoke squatting
"i am yumi"her teeth that was broken shown
"ok yumi.i am sucy."
"hello uncle .sucy is this your partner ??"
i stood up and saw yoongi 'no he is a friend of mine'almost left my mouth
"you are so handsome and you look so rich.i want him .omma i want him as my dad.oppa oppa"she hold the large hand of yoongi
"yes"he answered
wait he did answer.so he like kids maybe i should bore him a ..i am a little jealous
hey kid he is not your dad he is mine
"yah." "hey kid promise me you won't marry someone like this as cold like this"
"no"she scream then the mother carried her out "sorry"
"lets go"
now buisness is starting now squeee
As I stood before the creepy, old mansion, a sweet chill ran down my spine. The sign above the entrance creaked in the wind, reading "Haunted House" in faded letters. I smiled happily, despite the warmth of the evening.
I approached the ticket booth, where a haggard old woman greeted me with a menacing grin. "Welcome, dearie," she croaked, handing me two tickets. "Enjoy your stay... if you dare."then after her word i smile hapily looking like a kid
As we entered the mansion, I felt an eerie presence watching us. We wandered through cobweb-covered corridors, the air thick with the scent of decay.
♠♠♠
As the couple stepped into the eerie, dimly lit building, the sign above the entrance reading "" (Horror House) seemed to mock them. The doors creaked shut behind them, enveloping them in an unsettling atmosphere.
The air inside was thick with the scent of fog, smoke, and something else... something sweet and decaying. The walls were adorned with cobweb-covered portraits, their subjects' eyes seeming to follow the couple as they moved.
As they made their way deeper into the Horror House, the sounds around them grew louder and more unsettling. Creaks and groans echoed through the corridors, making it seem as though the very building itself was shifting and twisting around them.
Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air, making the couple jump. They quickened their pace, their hearts racing with anticipation.
she initially hesitant, now led the way, her courage growing with each step. But as they turned a corner, they were confronted with a gruesome scene: a zombie, its eyes glowing red, lunged at them with a blood-stained knife.
Then she let out a terrified shriek, but instead of running, she stood frozen in fear. Her date, however, grabbed her hand, and together they sprinted down the corridor, the zombie hot on their heels.
As they ran, the walls seemed to close in around them, the portraits on the walls changing to depict twisted, grotesque faces. The air grew colder, the fog thickening into a chilling mist.
They stumbled upon a room filled with ancient, rusted medical equipment. A decrepit, old-fashioned hospital bed sat in the center of the room, surrounded by candles that cast flickering, eerie shadows.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows - a twisted, disfigured nurse, her face a mess of scars and stitches. She let out a blood-curdling scream, charging at the couple with a rusty syringe.
The couple sprinted out of the room, slamming the door shut behind them. But as they caught their breath, they realized they were lost in the labyrinthine corridors.
The zombie, the nurse, and other twisted creatures began to close in around them. The couple could hear their own heartbeats, pounding in their ears like a death knell.
Just when all seemed lost, they saw a glimmer of light ahead - the exit. With renewed energy, they burst through the doors, emerging into the bright sunlight, gasping for air.
As they looked back at the Horror House, they couldn't help but shudder at the memories of the terrors they faced within. Then she turned to her date, her eyes wide with fear. "Never again," she whispered as they left the haunted house