"Have you been awake for long? " Yoongi asked as he unbotheredly walked past her, making his way to the Kitchen. He carried a bunch of bags, dropping it on the kitchen island.
"I just woke up" Nora nervously replied. "How long have i been out?".
"Six hours" He unpacked the bags and poured a cup of water moving it towards her "You must be thirsty".
Nora had paid attention to the house not noticing how thirsty she was, she quickly glumped down the water "Thank you".
The room was silent with just low ruffles of bags that echoed in the room.
" What are you doing?" She asked unsure of what to say.
"Making soup". He said cutting the chicken.
"What?!! I thought you can't cook, you said it yourself " Nora replied in shock.
His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her" I said that?"
Nora took few steps towards him" Yh in your interviews".
Yoongi smirked, dropping the knife "I only said that because i didn't want to attend cooking shows like others. Its also a hassle to cook so i hardly do".
Nora looked at him in disbelief, she sat on the stool by the kitchen island. She thought she knew him but it turned out everything she knew about him was actually the opposite in reality. Although he never faked his personality, he often came off as a cold person but that was his charm.
"You listened to my interviews? " Yoongi said, his eyes not leaving the cooking pot.
"Of course, i'm an Explorer"
Yoongi raised his head, his eyes filled with surprise.
"What?? I don't act like one?.. For the past five years, i have listened to your songs, interview and shows. Don't question my loyalty in the fandom". Nora said, her voice firm and convincing.
He smirked, his eyes showing an intriguing smile.
"Why are you doing all this?"
Yoongi gave her a glance, his face laced with confusion.
"Why are you taking care of me?" Nora asked with keen interest.
He laughed softly "Was i meant to leave you there, on the streets?".
"You didn't seem to care"
"I could have done the same thing if it was some else, i wouldn't want Seo Joon to be worried"
A look of embarrassment flashed through her face, his words hit her hard. She felt a tinge of sadness, realizing he only helped her cause of Seo Joon.
He handed her the soup "Eat up".
"Thank you" Nora said as she scooped the hot soup. She felt awkward, thinking she would quickly drink the soup and leave. She took a mouthful immediately coughing up.
He poured her a cup of water " Its hot, take your time".
Take her time? She would get indigestion if she stays even one more hour, she didn't even know how she ended up in his house. Her face immediately turned pale. How did she end up on his house? Did he carry her?. She didn't understand him, one time he cared and one time he acts nonchalant. Did she wish he cared for her?
What was she thinking? She was just an ordinary dancer who didn't even have a roof over her head and he was a star. She shook off the thoughts in her head. She immediately finished her soup. "Thank you so much, i will get going now".
"You can stay here".
Nora couldn't believe what she just heard "Huh".
Yoongi pursed his lips"You can stay here till you get an accommodation, a dancer shouldn't be living in that condition ".
Nora looked at him trying to figure out what he was thinking, he didn't look like he was joking or treasing her." I didn't complain, i will be fine. "
Yoongi scoffed" I knew you would say that"
"What do you mean".
Yoongi walked to her lowering his head, a little grin lingered on his lips "Don't be stubborn and just stay, accepting this wouldn't reduce your lifespan".
Nora starred at him, he looked like he was making fun of her. Recalling the soft bed she had woken up from, she couldn't imagine going back to her long bench. She couldn't afford to reject him. " Alright but i will have to go get my bags".
"It's downstairs, in the car ".
Nora was stunned, he really planned ahead like he knew she was going to accept. He was directly mocking of her. "How can i earn my keep?".
He smiled mysteriously, he took a step towards her. Nora unknowingly took a step backwards, he followed her step till her back touched the kitchen island. "What are you doing?" her voice so low that she couldn't even hear herself, her eyes on his lips. His lips looked soft and inviting.