“You know what else tastes good?”

You and your girlfriend were cleaning up and eating leftovers from family dinner, but maybe food isn’t the only thing she’s eating.

the aroma of high protein dishes filled the room, Jimin’s mom flashed you a welcoming smile while you got seated at the table that was already starting to get crowded with plates and bowls of food, all variously picked and cooked to the closest perfection possible. Of course this wasn’t your first time at Jimin’s place, you’ve been here multiple times before, whether it would be just for a meal with her, with family like the present, or just to have fun enjoying the time you can kill together, her family loves you and treats you better than her sometimes, something she’s joked about multiple times.

As the food started to deplete itself one scoop at a time, the chattering grew frequent, questions that circled around you and Jimin’s relationship, or even as simple as your wellbeing. Jimin took small glances at you from time to time just to reassure you and make you feel at least just a little less anxious or overwhelmed, her top priority was set on you, on spoiling and forging a comfortable atmosphere for you, she treated you like you were on top of the world — more specifically her world.

The sky grew darker dull as the night wore on, relatives already started to leave including Jimin’s mom and dad. Until only a few people were left, grabbing as much leftover bread as they possibly could, only a few of the desserts where left on the now somewhat empty table, only filled with empty and dirty dishes that you were already starting to busy yourself with. As Jimin opened the door for everyone to say their last goodbyes and exit the door, you were finishing up at least half the dishes.

Jimin gently approached you from behind once everyone had left, leaving only the remaining desserts left on the table, and you with Jimin, alone together at last. She gently rests her hands on your waist and leaned her head on your shoulder, you could hear her munching on the leftover dessert as she reached her hand up to the side of your neck, licking off the access whipped cream that gathered on the corners of her mouth.

(I SWEAR MY WRITING SKILLS HAS NOT BEEN WRITING SKILLING LATELY😭😭)