Cooking food... or something?

Hazel's pov:

After waking up in the afternoon, and getting a shower i wear some decent clothes like a light blue dress, reaching my calf, which had baby pink and light red colored roses with light green leaves.

I walk into the kitchen being hungry as fuck, and see Chin Hua being busy cooking something.

"What are you doing here?" he asks tuning towards me, after noticing my presence in the kitchen, his back was facing me, he heard my footsteps, probably. the Heels makes sounds which are annoying as fuck. Who even wears them at home? I wear some boots, or converse highs or some flip flops. No heals which make running hard as hell.

"Yeah, good afternoon to you too Mr. Kim" I deadpan; he rolled his eyes and repeats the same question.

"Thought of taking a tour in kitchen and might as well help. What are you cooking today?" I offer.

I know how to cook, I learnt it since my early teenage, and my mother was a great cook. And I used to cook when I and the girls used to stay together in our shared apartment which was too big that it was – undoubtedly – a whole floor in an apartment here in Seoul.

"You know how to cook? I was trying some Italian dishes anyway" my eyes lit up, and my hands started to move on its own, but I had to shove them down in my pockets to not to take over his place and start cooking. Yes, my dress has pockets, good enough to keep my phone into, which I don't have here.

"Yes I do know how to cook, and I might help you a bit with the Italian cuisine. No, a lot with it, I know almost every Italian dish" I somehow manage to hide me excitement when he agrees to let me cook. He hands me a pink apron, similar to his while I take my hair in my hand and tie it into a pony tail with the scrunchie I had in my hand. Thank god that I always used to have it around my wrist, in case of emergency you know.

"So what are we cookin'?" I ask, trying to sound as American, but failing, and getting a moment for us to laugh at that.

"Lasagna and Panzenella and mushroom Risotto. Did you ever hear of them?" is this guy insane? I not only heard about that but those are my favorite ones among others. Well, he doesn't know that I'm Italian, too bad, or he'd have known that I know how to cook them better than him, probably.

"I do know how to cook, very well" I reply and wear the apron and ask him to get me the ingredients, veggies, cheese, chicken, butter, milk, bread, ribbon pasta, tomatoes and other things necessary for the items to get cooked and give the best taste.

My mother used to cook Lasagna every month and Panzenella too. She'd cook all three items together on my birthday with Bruschetta, I loved everything she made, I would devour it every day if she'd cook food for me daily, call it fangirling, but I used to love the food made by my mother and I always used to make my classmates – especially Leonardo and Givenra – jealous of having a person who cooks probably the best in the whole world as my mother. They were my best friends, but things changed since last few years, we haven't talked with each other since then. I turned twenty and then my father made me –

"How do you know so well about these foods, hazel? Are you some sort of genie?" he asked, making a small joke of me.

I smile on the memories of my mother yelling at me to stop entering the kitchen, because, she always supported my aim of becoming a cardiologist – which, I am now, but that's not what I want to say about – and said that these things are distractions, I could always find her for me to cook anything I wanted. And she was scared after my friend, Liliana, burnt herself so bad, that she almost died. Almost. If it weren't for Leonardo who went to her home to return her notes which I took from her, as I didn't attend school when I got my first periods and she was the only person in my friend circle – me, Givenra, Leonardo and Liliana – who could be trusted with notes, since these fuckers never attend class, even if they do, they were never attentive towards teacher, and she was the only person I could rely on with it and the one with whom I shared many of my classes.

"I know it just like how you know to cook other things, not only Asian food. And no, I'm no genie, but trust me, I can get you almost everything, but only one wish can be ever granted to one person" I wink.

"Okay, so when will you grant my wish, Sweetheart?" I feel a pair of strong, masculine arms around my waist, and with the voice, and the height difference I could feel when he rests his chin on my shoulder that our back and chest doesn't come in much contact makes me recognize the owner of the arms. Kim Fucking Joon Wo. Of course, he is the tallest person I have ever met, with being more than a feet higher than me, I literally have to look at him by raising both my eyes and my head. I wonder what his mother did that he became so tall.

"And what's your wish?" I lift an eyebrow, though he couldn't see me, but Chin Hua can. The kitchen counter is on the middle, where I was mixing all the ingredients in a bowl on the side of the counter, and Chin Hua stood in front of me, on the side opposite to mine, to check whether I'm doing it correctly or not.

"You'll know that later" he whispers in my ear and kisses my neck before giving me a hickey – as if the hickeys him and Ha Jun gave me all over my chest wasn't enough for him – at the joint of my neck and shoulder, my sensitive spot. I bite my lip, to avoid moaning in front of the other man in standing in front of us.

Chin Hua pinches his nose bridge in annoyance and lets out a long, dramatic sigh.

"Okay, if your lovey-dovey romance is over, can you leave us for a while until she cooks the lunch?" he asked, making the man behind me grunt, pissed probably.

"What are you all up to here?" Now this was the voice of Do Yun, I can recognize it from anywhere, he has this deep voice, not like the other men don't have it, but according to me, his voice is huskier and deeper than Ha Jun, and also maybe Joon Wo.

"Hazel says she can grant wishes to us, but only one wish to one person" Joon Wo says, I turn my head to look over the guy; Do Yun and Ha Jun were standing near the doorway.

"If that's the case, then we all want a wish each, and from all, I mean every residing here" Do Yun says and I roll my eyes, and continue doing my work while having Joon Wo clinging on my back – not really.

It better not be something ridiculous as Leonardo's experiments of making me walk in those pencil heels, I don't even know whatever fuck those things are called, but they are some sort of heels which annoy the fuck out of me. It was always Givenra's style to have a hot dressing sense, while Liliana, was like a lily, soft-core aesthetic was hers, like she claimed it and it was meant for her. And me? I was a mixture of my three friends with a little blend of my own, Givenra, Liliana and Leonardo, yes even Leonardo, I used to wear chains and rings like Leonardo, and yeah, no makeup like him too, loose clothes like Liliana and black, red, brown and other dark colored clothes like Givenra and biker boots like her, or converse highs or flip-flops when I wore frocks, soft colored frocks like it was my own style. We made a perfect gang back in school, though Leonardo was a year older than us, and he, unlike others, used to sit with us in our class instead of sitting with seniors, most of the time, I don't even know how the hell the principal, the staff and his classmates handled him. Probably because we were all mafias, but ours was a school specially made for mafias and their generations. They were afraid of us because of our parents – especially mine and Leonardo's, his were mafia king and queen, while my mother was their best friend, and parents of all our parents were good friends, and later they all merged into one when Liliana died a year later she got burnt in her kitchen due to some leakage of the gas pipes.

"What are you Doing, Angel?" Ha Jun asks ignoring Do yun.

"I'm cooking, can't you see? Or are your eyes still in Do Yun's bedroom after last night?" I ask with a smirk. Do Yun and Joon Wo lets out a chuckle each and Ha Jun's lips break into a grin.

"Oh how I wish, Angel, to bend you over and grease every inch of you with whatever you are cooking and lick every part of your body and then fuck you over the very counter your having your hands on" oh shit. He surely knows how to turn a woman wet. I'm already having images of him bending me over and doing all those things to me just like he said. Im going to keep it away in my head as a promise.

"Shoo, go away men, let her cook peacefully and you can have her all you want, I won't disturb, but never in my kitchen, if I see any of you trying to turn my kitchen into any unholy place, I will make you three clean every damn inch of the kitchen with your dicks" he threatens the men in the room.

I laugh, getting a virtual image of them cleaning the kitchen with their dicks, it's too fucking funny. I can't even control my laughter, but I have to, I bit my lip to prevent from laughing.

"Don't worry, Chin Hua, I won't let them do any of those things in your kitchen, I know how it feels when someone does that. And even if they do, I will make sure to kick them in balls so hard that they can't make babies in the future" I say. 

My brain revives the image of my ruined kitchen, when I was 17 years old and Leonardo brought a side chick to my home, the other night, and I woke up the next day only to find things scattered on the floor and his white, sticky liquid, mixed with hers and patches of blood too, on the floor beside the counter. They fucked like beasts, and it was the first time of the poor girl, but not of his, he lost his virginity when he was 16, I was 15 then, and all of us – except Leonardo, obviously – were literally disgusted by this sudden confession of his he made, that he fucked the famous brat in our school, it was first time of both of them.

"You'll regret that, Sunshine. Let's get going, boys, we have other stuff to do today" Do Yun says and they retreat after I flip him off and then continued to do my own things after they leave the kitchen with a silent Chin Hua studying my moves and me cooking.

I remember the first time I made lasagna, it was when I was fifteen years old, and got my first period, I had so much of pain that I didn't even go to school. I literally grabbed Leonardo when he came to show up – because I wasn't coming to school and he was worried if I died because I had a tendency to try how it feels when you try to kill yourself or when you harm yourself – and hugged him so tightly and cried so hard that he became stiff, as a stone. He saw the red stain at my blue t-shirt, and thought that I stabbed my ass to hurt myself. Stupidity, isn't it? And then I had to explain what periods are, he'd know it if he attended his own classes instead of ours. His face got pale and he thought that I would die eventually. Then I had to say that menstruation occurs only once in a month and there's no need to worry about it, its natural, occurs to every woman. Then he said he got a second thought that I lost my v-card and couldn't stop bleeding because he was rough, too rough for me. Pervert minded shithead. That's what I said him. Anyway, I had made lasagna that day, with help of my mother, and gave him some; it was the first time I made something other than light food.

After making everything, Chin Hua said that he'd like to taste some. Of course, he doesn't trust me with food, I heard his passion is cooking, so he wouldn't want his food to taste bad. He digs his fork into the corner within the tray and places the fork in his mouth. He closed his eyes, and a moan of satisfaction left his mouth, he opens his eyes back and stares at me.

"You cook..... Better than I thought you would" he says.

"I'll take that as a compliment, Chin Huanie Kimmie" I tease him with the new nickname I gave him just now, and he just rolls his eyes and takes off his apron, and hangs it near the top shelves where there were loops and hooks to hang short towels and aprons. Four each. 

Was he even cooking? Why did he even have an apron over him? Were I a threat that I would spill some white sauce or tomato puree on him and make his expensive as fuck clothes dirty and unusable for the next time.

"As you wish, Hazie" he says the name which scraped some of my wounds which couldn't get healed even though many years have passed.

Liliana used to call me that, and others called me as Hazu, just like the girls do. When I was fifteen, many things have happened, I got my first periods, my best friend lost his virginity to girl we –me and the other girls – hated for our dear lives, Liliana died after being hospitalized for one fucking year, and at the end of the year, my parents said me a last goodbye, and went six feet under the dirt. I still regret that I left my parents – biological mother and step father – alone that day, or they wouldn't be brutally murdered.

"What thoughts are you lost into?" Chin Hua asks as I wipe a tickling drop of salty water which betrayed and left my eye and trickled down to my chin. He noticed it, but took the sign that I don't want to talk about anything right now.

"Let's put these on the table now, shall we?" he asks, I nod and help him. Everyone sat on the big ass table that still has four seats empty. It is a table to accommodate fourteen people. They are nine, so I guess the remaining five are for those bitches who came to have my fucking interrogation that day.

"You cook as delicious as you are, Sweetheart" Joon Wo comments with a wink while eating the food; I ignore him and continue eating. I hate to talk in between having food. Show some respect to the food which gives you energy to do all the activities.

"Shut the hell up, Joon, let her eat peacefully" Jinah says.

"Joon, huh?" I tease. Then again we all ate in peaceful silence until we were done and filled up ourselves.

In the evening, Joon Wo says me something which literally makes me feel like im flying in the air. He said that I'll be sent home with Prescilla, and no one would ever come behind me. I'm as happy as a kid becomes when they see their parents after school, because I'm gonna meet my girls, and then I can somehow ask Amadore or Sebastian to give me Leonardo's or Givenra's number, so I can have a conversation with them.

Last year, Sebastian had ringed up, we had a normal sibling conversation and he spilled beans that Leonardo and Givenra are getting married, but I never got a chance to talk with them.

"Anything I can do for you, Sweetheart?" Joon Wo asks, I think of the possible favors, but one, dirty, filthy and unholy thought struck my mind.

"Yes" I say and lick my lips, his eyes fills with anticipation.

"I want to have a good bye fuck" I say, more in a whisper.

"I'll get the guys –" I cut him off by smashing my lips on his.

"No other, only you and me, Joon" I say and a moan leaves past my lips as he bites my lower lip and grabs my ass tightly.

"God, you'll be death of us" he whispers and licks my lips waiting for his tongue to company mine. But I'm not going to submit, I want dominance, no matter what.

I bite his lips in return and he groans as I straddle him in his lap. Our large height difference doesn't help me if I sit in front of him. I'm five foot five inches and he's around six foot, I don't know, but I guess he's at least around a foot – or maybe less – taller than me like I said earlier, too much height difference we got in here, don't we? But I know that I want this man for myself, and even the other two men, shorter than the man whose lap I am on.

I have become so selfish all of a sudden that I'm asking for something for myself for the first time, and it might be too cruel of me to wish for it, but I can't help it, I want these three hot as fuck men, all for myself, and at the same time. So fucked up right?

I have never craved for anyone so much in my life, I believe in love, yes. But the thing I have for them is far beyond love. Its passion, obsession, addiction, and many more shit I can't even express in words.

These men, they are mine, they just don't know it yet, and I will have them for myself, I just need to claim them as mine, one day. One fucking day. Surely.

I giggle as he pulled my dress down until it reaches my waist and then, as I wasn't wearing any bra underneath, his mouth claims my breast and I arch my back for him to claim the pebbled nipples waiting for his touch, tease and whatever fuck he wants to do with me.