Dirty Dancing with a Goddess

Chapter 6

'Shower, then change into material. I am go to work soon.'

Everyday the magic box becomes less magical.

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Sweatpants are fun.

Stepping out, I see him with his back turned, leaning against the kitchen counter, talking on the phone. All serious, like when father was choosing between the names for our dog.

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Jimin POV:

"Yes, sorry, sorry hyung-nim. It won't ever happen again,"

"Yes, thank you. Have a good da-" he hung up.

Ah, well ...understandable. Alright no more slacking off and fooling about. From now on, I need to focus on my job, what I need to do later and tomorrow.

I'm sure this goddess will leave soon.

All I need to do is just not focus on her and anything related to her and my life will go back to as it was...

By the doorway a black silhouette runs past. 

Straightening up, I look away, turning to face the counter once more and comple- ADJXJSFBKDKSK IM GONNA DIE.

Oh it's just her.

Her hair all damp and draped in front her face, the veil of hair only parting a little at the side for one eye to look at the table.

She points at the food before looking up, a simple look that easily asks 'what is this?'

"Food."

She rolls her eyes... I made brEAkfast for you and you roll your eyes at me? The goodness of my heart compelled me to prepare breakfast for you despite my massive headache and when I don't even eat breakfast myself and this is how I am repaid?

Gratitude is as dead as chivalry.

...but I can't say that, she's a goddess I'll be given a future of forever suffering.

To top it all off her hair is near dripping wet, my floors are gonna get all slippery.

"Breakfast." I point at our food to which she repeats the word, eyeing my culinary masterpeice.

Cheese toast.

She sits down, pushing her hair back, pulling the plate towards her, slowly picking it up, slowly looking at it, inspecting the slice. Slow enough to make we want to bang my head into a wall.

And finally she takes a bite, the perfect advertisement level crunch resonating throughout the room. Putting my weight onto the kitchen island, I lean closer, eager to know if she thinks it's good? It should be good, I spent so long on it... not like what she thinks matters or anything. Just need to know if opening a toast shop could be a possible retirement plan.

Her eyes light up, and she takes another bigger bite, giving me thumbs up again.

I'm glad... -GLAD because this means she won't burn my kitchen down trying to make something to eat. Yes. I can just teach her how to do this, simple enough, as long as her culinary skills are better than Namjoon my house will live to see another day.

"Never gonna give you up~" plays from my phone, the song continuing and I swear her eye twitches, glaring at my phone.

'Mum' read my phone screen.

Hm? Odd, at the top of the screen I see the one notification that could make almost anyone quiver in fear.

'8 missed calls from Mum'