As she stepped out of the shower
and dried herself off, Sabrina most definitely heard a knock at the door.
“Shit, fuck!” She hopped around,
grabbing whatever clothes she found quickly, and answered the door partly
dripping.
“Yes, hello,” She said in English,
then again in Korean.
“Jagiya! It’s me baby.” Jaehyo was
supposed to come at 12:30, not noon. Sabrina opened the door and noticed his
arms were full of bags, so he strode to the kitchen quickly, before kissing her
on the cheek.
“Hey, Jaehyo.” Color rose high in
her cheeks. He was seriously gorgeous. He was wearing a black blazer, a light
blue button up shirt, jeans, and moccasins.
“Hey, honey.” He smiled, but then
frowned as he looked at her.
“Do I have something on my face?”
She squinted her eyes to match his.
“Uh, no. Why are you wearing one of
B-Bomb’s tees?” He seemed really angry, and as Sabrina looked down, she found
she was wearing his shirt.
“Um, oops. Well, as soon as I got
out of the shower, you knocked, so I ran around in search of the nearest
clothes. I don’t exactly match, oppa. See, green shorts and bright yellow tee?
I’ll change, and besides, the way you guys go through clothes, I probably have
more of your guys’ clothes here than my own.” Even after she said all this, his
feathers were still ruffled, a tiny crease appeared between his brows. Sabrina
went on her tip toes and kissed his forehead, then went to change in her room.
As she was changing, she heard him
banging around with all the pots and pans. Sighing, she returned to find him
waiting for her in the hallway, where he promptly held her and rubbed his cheek
on her. Scenting her with him? How odd, not that she was complaining. He kissed
her from her forehead down her cheeks, and squeezed her tightly before letting
Sabrina go. She smiled and went to follow him into the kitchen before he pushed
her shoulders into the living room and ordered her to turn on the TV and relax.
“Let me take care of you, jagiya.”
He squeezed her hand.
“Wow, you seem different today.”
She murmured to herself before settling herself into the cushions.
A few minutes later, she heard the
sounds of water boiling and a few Korean swears.
“Are you okay, Jaehyo?”
“I’m fine, I can do this. I am a man after all.” He seemed a little
strained so she could help but giggle.
After about 15 minutes he called
her to the table, set up with bottles of water and huge steaming cups of ramen.
“This is your gourmet meal,
Sabrina.” He seemed so proud, smiling wide and grabbing chopsticks for them
both.
“Thank you, you are stunning.” She
whispered. He blushed, and dropped his chopsticks.
No matter what he said, how
gorgeous he may have though he was, Jaehyo got completely flustered when she
complimented him. She knew he’d had a bad break up in the past, and cursed that
woman for doing such a number on him.
They laughed and ate and Jaehyo
seemed completely content. After all the wheeling and dealing an idol goes
through, Sabrina understood why Jaehyo liked to hangout at home.
A few hours later…
Sabrina
rummaged through her closet and found what she was looking for-- a tee shirt of
Jaehyo’s . It was black, soft, and worn. She slipped it on and returned to the
living room, encountering a sleepy Jaehyo.
“Hey, baby, you’re wearing my
shirt.” He smiled, looking lazy and content.
Sliding beside him she curled up on
her corner of the couch, going to sleep.
All in all, it was a perfect
afternoon.
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