oo7 || Natural disaster w. Jongin
Her delicate arms wrapped around his waist to return the affectionate hug, Kate didnât knew how much she wished to have somewhat of a younger brother to protect until she met young Jongin, and quite honestly, the prince was the loveliest person to have ever walked on Earth. It was almost impossible for one to not like Jongin after getting to know him pass the sheepish greeting of the well-mannered young prince.Â
âI apologize for getting so caught up with my work.â The older was genuinely sorry for not being able to properly split her time between the hospital and the dear friends she held close to her heart no matter how hard she tried. Helping people with her medicine knowledge was at first only a way the petite woman found to make up for every horrible deed she performed for the adversary back to when she still inhabited the homelands, however it grew to be her biggest passion and she was completely devoted to it. âHow have you been though, young Jongin? There is anything new I should catch up to?â The soft smile danced across her reddish lips, lighting up her pretty features as she let go of the younger male.
The witched raised an eyebrow at his playful gesture before poking his sides, attempting to slight tickle the taller male, once there was no way she would reach his hair to ruffle in the first place without leading to a major disaster. His response made her hazel colored eyes twinkle slightly with excitement in order to hide the slightly worry as she tried to convince herself that the dinnerâs dish wasnât all that bad. âYou need to eat in regular bases, young Jongin-ah, doctorâs orders.â She pointed out to the chair close to the dinner table, gesturing him to sit. âI will be right back.â
Kateâs way to the kitchen was made in quick anxious steps, not quite the manner the red-haired was known to walk, but that was only so she could pick up the dinner and not give it a second gaze. She took a deep breath before living the kitchen with the supposedly Italian dish in hands, it didnât looked like a picture out of a culinary magazine â far from that, actually â it was a burnt alien-shaped  and not so attractive-⊠thing, for lack of a better term to describe her newest masterpiece that could put any abstract painting to shame.
âItâs lasagna.â She explained before the younger had the chance to ask as she entered the living room again, or it should be, she thought. âDo you want me to cut a slice?â
A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he tightly returned the hug and pulled the girl into his embrace. She was older than him, but she was so much tinier, and she fit so well whenever he pulled her into a hug. âItâs alright. Iâve been busy too. Kind of.â He raised a brow at his own words, trying to think of what he truly did that would have kept him occupied and couldnât help but frown when he realized that he had done absolutely nothing productive ever since he had stepped on the odd land he was on right now. Quite upsetting, but the prince would find something to do. Maybe go out for an adventure, seek something new, something that wasnât him just sitting in his home all day, flipping through the television, watching some boring mundane show. He kind of missed his personal entertainers and how much more amusing they were to observe.
A childish grin grew on his face as he heard her nickname for him. He wasnât very young, but she insisted on calling him that just like she insisted on calling Kate, Katie. Mainly because it sounded sweeter and closer. Kate sounded too solid to him, and he needed something that flowed better with his tongue, and Katie did the trick. âIâve been doing very well. To be honest, I havenât done anything really. I want something exciting to do. Just teaching children how to dance. Itâs quite a blast actually. You should try dancing one day. Oh, and I did meet this maiden, and she seemed quite familiar, but I couldnât put my finger on who she was. Very familiar though. Like weâve met in the past before. Have you ever had such an odd feeling before?â
He couldnât help but wonder at what the lady was trying to do to him, and he merely let out a chuckle when he figured out her intentions. âNice try, but I am not ticklish.â He poked her cheek playfully before laughing quietly to himself. He frowned, letting out a sigh. âI do eat frequently. I just sometimes get too tired to make anything for myself. Itâs fine though. Skipping a meal or two wonât hurt me.â He pushed his chest out and put his hands on his hips, making a pose as if he was a sailor back at home, sailing on the seas with the storm at its highest peak. However, he was no sailor, and he was probably just making a fool out of himself. Letting off a nervous laugh he returned back to his normal posture, his laughter getting gradually louder as he was embarrassed. On instinct, his hands came up to cover up his burning face. âI donât know why I just did that.â
Now, he knew that the girl wasnât the best cook, heck, she wasnât very good at all, but eating her meals never got him into trouble. It was bad, but it didnât harm him so he didnât see the point of telling her that it was bad instead of just eating it quietly and making the maiden feel better about herself. It was always nice to make others feel better, right? He couldnât help but gulp at the plate set out in front of him as he tilted his head at the shape and color. Heâs only heard of lasagna, and heâs seen some pictures of it, and he was definitely positive that it was not supposed to look like the thing in front of him. He bit down on his bottom lip, letting out a soft chuckle. âOf course I would, Katie.â He looked up to her with a giant smile on his face, one that was probably convincing enough.













