I sigh as I stretch my body on my bed. It's been two hours since I decided to 'color' their lives. My will power is already failing. From all the possible moogle websites to every MeTube video, nothing seems to be working in my case. Every time I like an idea, I remember that my stepbrothers will chop my head off and eat me alive if I try that on them.

Why was I doing this again?

I again heave out a sigh and lay on my bed, closing my eyes, thinking of ways on how can I paint their lives with the colours of joy and happiness.

A tiny fragment of my memory appears infront of my eyes.

"Y/n!! What are you doing?"

"I am baking a cake!  Afterall It's your birthday today!"

"Aww....are you really tho? Looks like I'll have an upset stomach for a while-"

"Yah!! Go away you empty head!"

"Yea yea miss chef, good luck baking, burn and kill yourself"

"You wish! Oppa!"

Oppa....

I open my eyes wide and blink a few times, trying not to get teary. And then I realize, baking...

Everyone loves food, and cakes too! Why don't I bake a delicious cake for them?

"Yeah! Why didnt we think of it before!"

Why didn't you remind me about it?

"I can't do everything you know"

Yea yea whatever

I roll my eyes at that voice. Okay then, A cake it is.

I again carefully make my way downstairs, trying not to get caught. I look around. Empty. Perfect.

I make my way towards kitchen, where I'll be baking my delicious cake. I call out a made and ask her to give me the ingredients. And I start making magic into the bowl.
I concentrate on my task, so much that the batter would be embarrassed of the way I was staring at it.

Perfect!

I let out once I keep the batter in the fridge.

"Now all I need to do is whip some cream and done."

"What do you think are you doing?"

I flinch slightly at the sudden question. I turn around and find Yoongi, looking at me as if he found a rabbit swimming with sharks in the ocean.

"Um...b-baking a c-cake"
My stuttering will never leave me alone..

I was scared, it was the first time I was talking with Yoongi, all alone, in this kitchen,with knives-

His brow arches up, as if he is asking me 'girl- you're baking a cake at this time'
I shiver under his cold gaze.

"Hmm, for whom?"
He asks, with suspicion evident in his tone.

"Is it a boy? You know that we don-"

"Y-yea I do" I cut him off, because I certainly knew very well what he was going to say.

"Don't you dare cut me off of my words ever again."
I hear, in a very cold tone, but not as bitter.

I gulp, chills running down My spine, I slightly nod my head when I hear the noise from the oven.

My cakes ready.
I go over to the oven and open it when the sweet and delicious aroma of freshly baked cake enters my nose, making my mouth water.

I hear some sniffing, and shocked I turn around to see-
Yoongi sniffing my cake!?

That looked so adorable to be honest, I wanted to pull his cheeks. A smile forms on my lips as I watch him, sniffing out the scent of my cake.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" He says, trying to regain his 'cold king' image.

But he already lost it

"why are you sniffing my cake like that?"

"I can do whatever I want"

"So can I, right Brother?".

I see him roll his eyes at me.

how dare that catface roll his eyes on me!?

I gulp down all my annoyance and ask in the sweetest tone I can ever have.

"Do you want some? Oppa?"

I see his eyes widen a little, then something pass through them. Something that I wasn't able to identify.

"Don't call me oppa ever again" he says, through his gritted teeth.

I gulp and reply, trying my best to not sound like a scared cat.

"It's my wish, and you can do nothing, oppa"

What's he gonna do anyway? He can't harm me because of dad.

I see him close his eyes, trying  his best to calm himself down.

He opens his eyes after a few seconds. A devilish smirk making his face.

"Game on, Lil sis."

I smirk on his remark. Catface wants a challenge? Gladly, that's what I wanted.