JISOO
"When did you get home?" I asked, sitting on the chair beside the table.
He chuckled, shaking his head as he continued cooking.
"You mean to tell me you didn't notice when I changed your slippers while you were sleeping? How shocking," Seojun answered.
I tapped my chin before my eyes fell on my slippers. Indeed, they had been changed without me knowing.
"So, how was it?" I smirked. "Did you ask her out? I'm sure you were blooming with so much love you couldn't contain it."
He froze before lifting the spoon he was holding, and I quickly shifted back when I saw the sizzling oil in the iron pan.
"Why don't I mark your face with this and show you what love blooming is all about?" He moved toward me with menacing eyes and a devilish smirk.
I moved away quickly, my heart slamming heavily against my chest.
"Don't do that! I still need my face!"
He laughed before returning to his cooking.
"I didn't ask her out," he said quietly.
