Queen? (1/1)

“These are shrimps, we have to wait for a few minutes for the lobster. The lamb is still on grill.”“Joon--”“I think the chicken is ready. You love wings, right? Wait here, I’ll go get it.”“I can get-- Yah! Joon!”And he dashed away. I arrived at the pool area where we would have our barbeque party, just to find Joon playing butler on me. He dragged me to our reserved table (he asked Jihye to sit there until we arrived), he pushed me down on the chair, and then he began his food hunting. Yepp, he hunted for the food. He was running around from corner to corner, pushing through the crowd, grabbed whatever at the counter as fast as he could, and piled it all in front of me. He didn’t even let me stand up.“Remain seated. I’ll get whatever you want.”He said that over and over again. I was getting dizzy with his speedy movements between our table and the food counters, as if I wasn’t dizzy enough. Our parents were away mingling with the coworkers, it were just Jihye and I at the table.“Just let him, Hani unni. He felt so guilty for hitting you with the ball. We went to see you after the games, but you were sleeping.” Said Jihye.“What? Is that true? Oh, I didn’t know that you guys went to my room. But he shouldn’t feel all that guilty, it’s my fault though, not his.”“That’s what he said. And he said he’s gonna treat you like a princess tonight, to make it up to you.”“Eii, that can’t be true. You are his princess, Jihye.”Jihye gave me the longest pout, “No, not anymore unni. You’re his new princess.”“Eii… Hahaha! Are you jealous, huh? Come on, I’m too old to be a princess.”I tickled her waist, thankfully it got her to laugh along.“Hahaha! Yeah unni, princess is for kids like me. I guess that’s why Joon oppa said that he’ll make you his queen one day!” “Wh-- What?” But I was cut out when Joon arrived with a plateful of sausages.“Joon! Oh God, more sausages?”“What? What’s wrong? You don’t like sausage? It’s okay, just leave it, I’ll eat it. Wait here, the lamb is ready!”“Whoa, hold your horses, boy. Now, sit down!”I had to pull his hand to make him sit beside me.“I think we have enough food on table, Joon. And what’s wrong with you? Are you high on sugar? You keep moving around, and I’m getting dizzy by just watching you.”Oops, my bad, because I just pushed Joon’s another panic button.“Oh! You’re dizzy? Are you okay? Do you need to lie down? Do you need to go to your room? Should I call anybody? Where’s your mom? Jihye, where’s Hani’s mom? --”“Joon!” I had no choice but to squeeze his both cheeks with my hands to make him stop babbling.“Joon, calm down. I am okay. My head doesn’t hurt anymore, and I don’t need to lie down. Now, will you promise me to stop acting like this? I’ll remove my hands only if you promise to calm down.”I kept squeezing his cheeks, and he looked like a fish with his face compressed like that.Cute.“Joon? Now, breathe in, breathe out. Relax.”He closed his eyes, and he did as I instructed. He seemed to calm down a bit.“I’m going to remove my hands, but if you go crazy again, I’m going to hold you down, with a lot more force this time. Do you understand me?”He nodded, moving my hands along with the movements of his head.“Okay, so 1, 2, 3,” and I let him go. “Now, we’ll finish all this food first, and if we need more, we, the both of us, you and I, will go to get them, together. Okay?”Again, he just nodded, but with a big smile on his face this time.“Good boy. Now, let’s eat! Jihye, dig in!”“Neh, unni. Oh, by the way, you are the only one that can control Joon oppa like that, unni.”“Oh yeah? Really?”“Yes! And since you are his queen, Joon oppa just got queen-controlled!” Jihye began eating, while Joon and I just sat there, unmoved. Queen-control?Is that even a word?Did it mean I controlled Joon like I was his queen? Awkward.