Let's get baking

                                    

                                          
First I just want to apologize for a little joke in this chapter that might seem inconsiderate to some, it truly was meant as a food joke, I'm sorry!

                          
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
                          
"That damn alarm" I groggily say as I slowly wake from my now forgotten dream. I remember that it was good, but I don't remember what it was about. It sucks, I wanted to be able to continue it tonight. Oh well. 
                          
I stay in bed for a moment, confused as to why I would need to wake up. I don't have work today. Was it just a mistake? Ugh. I'll just go back to sleep. Just as I start dozing off again, my alarm beeps again. 
                          
In a moment of angry desperation, I spring out of bed to get to my phone and turn it off. "Seokjin is coming? What- OH". Realization hits me like a brick and I look at the time. Then a message pops in. "I'M COMING NOW? OH NO". 
                          
I hurry into the shower and manage to get myself clean in a record time. I then raid my closet to find an appropriate outfit for baking while still being cute. Okay scratch the cute, let's just get something great. Comfy. Yeah, comfy it is. Once ready, I get my hair into a ponytail and do a small makeup to hide the fact that I would have slept twelve more hours. 
                          
And as if on cue, the doorbell alerts me from a certain soulmate at the door. I do one last check up of my look before opening the door as naturally as possible, which is a huge flop. I swing the door open fast, which hits my knee loudly, which makes me groan and crouch on the floor.
                          
"Are you okay?!" I hear from the door and quick steps are made around me before a hand pushes mine aside to touch my knee and make sure it's fine. "That was way too loud for you to be fine. Is it broken? Does it hurt when I touch it? Why did you open the door so fast, it's not like I'm going to run away! Now look at you, here let me take you to the couch". 
                          
Still not ready to show him my humiliated face, I keep looking down as he moves me around the apartment to the couch. He then leaves me behind to go to kitchen and I briefly look up to see him searching the freezer for some ice, then comes back to the couch. He sits next to me and puts the bean bag on my knee. He then takes my hand before setting something warm on it. I automatically grab whatever he just gave me and look at it to see the same cup as last time. 
                          
"Hot chocolate?!" I gasp and I hurry to take a sip before he can reply. My eyes shut close as satisfaction hits me deep in the guts and I hear him chuckle. "I was kind of expecting a tired woman to greet me, but you seem full of energy". 
                          
I look up at him for the first time since he arrived and must say my breath stopped for a moment. Man he looks gorgeous. I blink quickly and open my mouth to talk but no sounds come out. He raises his eyebrows with a cute little smile. 
                          
"I... I'm like that because I'm tired. Your drink will actually calm me down". Another chuckle. Damn, I could hear that sound all day. Snap out of it, Y/N. "Did you eat breakfast?" he then asks me and I shake my head. He sighs and stares at me as if he's ready to scold me. 
                          
"You just woke up?" he asks. "Twenty minutes before you arrived". He turns to the wall in front of us and nods before standing up. "Well, lucky for you, I made food and snacks. Come here" he announces as he goes to the kitchen again. 
                          
He opens the cupboards and takes plates and drinks that he fills with juice from the fridge. He then takes utensils from one of the drawers and sets everything on the table. In the meantime, I'm standing in the middle of the living room, watching him act like he owns the apartment and right now, I would believe anything. Why does he look so good in my kitchen?
                          
I shake my head quickly and slap myself when he's not looking. What the heck, Y/N? I swear, that soulmate thing is making me crazy. I feel like I'm the only one acting stupid in front of the other. He seems fine, is he not affected by it?