22 days | felix lee

XIV | cook

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HE COULDN'T BELIEVE IT, figure stiffened as he sat in the driver's seat of his own car. He had just pulled up into a familiar-looking parking lot, having inputted the address that Y/n gave him into the GPS. Once again, there were valets that were standing at curbs, offering to take his car and park it for him.

After growing awkward and realizing that his car was worth nothing compared to the other vehicles in the parking lot, he quickly caved in and gave his keys to one of the valets. They promised to take care of his car before smoothly driving off, the boy wandering into the penthouse lobby.

Sitting at the very front was Y/n, a small smile on her lips as she waved at him. She stopped her conversation with the doorman, quickly beckoning Felix to the expensive-looking elevator as he followed her like a lost puppy. Indeed, in that grand building, he was a lost puppy. It wasn't long before they were in the same place that he was in before; the mystery man's home.

However, the only difference was that Felix was sober.

"This is. . . a really nice place." He licked his lips, unsure of what to say. She looked over her shoulder, beaming at him brightly. "Thanks," There was a hesitance in her words before she scurried off, determined to lead him to the kitchen as quickly as possible before he eye fucked anymore of the riches that technically didn't belong to her.

The girl seemed to move fast, already tying an apron around her waist before throwing one towards him. "What are we making?" He smiled sweetly, finding the sight of her in a cute pastel f/c apron all the more precious. Y/n finished off the ribbon on her back, glancing at him. "We're starting off slow with cooking, so japchae."

It almost surprised him to see her move so easily between the different ingredients and utensils in the kitchen. Soon enough, she was throwing around orders like she was Gordon Ramsay, telling him to cut the vegetables while the noodles boiled quietly in the background. On top of that, she was boldly mixing the beef with a list of things she had verbally listed.

Garlic, sugar, black pepper. . . That was all Felix could remember, his mind going blank as he continued to subconsciously chop the veggies in front of him. He set aside the sliced carrots, watching as she looked at him carefully, eyes narrowed as she stared at his results. "Hold the knife like this," Without hesitation, her hand reached out.

Her nimble fingers quickly fixed his grasp on the tool and it took all of him to not loudly scream at the feeling of her skin against his. His face flushed a bright red and it was only after she pulled away that she realized how flustered she had made him. "Ah, sorry." All Y/n could offer was a quiet apology as she turned back to the beef she was mixing.

A comfortable silence fell over them as she reached a spoon into the noodles, stirring it before lifting them above the pot. They curved nimbly over the utensil and she smiled softly, turning off the stove. Meanwhile, Felix was still cooking, his hand holding onto the handle of a frying pan that was filled with the cut veggies.

Unsurprisingly, there were two stoves (as well as two ovens) in the kitchen.

"You're really comfortable with cooking, huh?"

Felix's deep voice echoed in the kitchen as he chuckled lowly, watching her expression turn from an inspective one to a warm one. "Yeah," There was a fond tone to her voice as she explained. As always, he made sure to listen intently. "When I was younger, my mom and I cooked all the time. We would always try new recipes and I really loved the warmth of the kitchen as a kid."

Felix glanced over at her, "Oh, do you still cook with your mother?"

"Ah, my mom died when I was ten. . . " The fond look in her eyes disappeared, replaced with a distant gaze. Felix instantly felt awkward, his throat growing dry at the realization of what he had just said. "I'm so sorry—" He was cut off when she shook her head with a small smile, "—no, it's fine. You didn't know."

The silence coveted them again before he opened his mouth, curious.

"How did she. . . um. . . "

"Cancer," Her answer was swift and he pursed his lips. "She sounds lovely."

She merely nodded in agreement, the two cooking in silence. However, Felix felt nervous, his hand nearly shaking as he mixed around the vegetables on the pan. He could hear her reach for a new pan, sizzling the beef on it. Her phone rang out suddenly, nearly making the both of them jump as she looked over her shoulder, giving him an apologetic smile.

He shook his head, nodding at her to take it as she did so without hesitance. Y/n lifted the phone towards her ear, answering quietly. "Ah, Soobin," She mumbled quietly and Felix felt a jolt go through him. He had only heard the man's name once, but it instantly hit him like a truck. The man with oddly mesmerizing hair and puma-like eyes; the mystery man.

"No, everything's fine. Yes, I promise to take care of your kitchen properly; even that ice cream spoon that you're so fond of." Y/n rolled her eyes, a small laugh escaping her. "I know, thank you. I really owe you for this." The conversation continued on and Felix drowned it out until she suddenly shouted into his name, gasping loudly.

"Soobin! No, don't worry. It's alright, okay? I'll see you when you come home tonight."

The call ended after that and she let out a sigh of relief. Itching with curiosity, he found himself asking the same question from last week. "Who was that?" His heart pounded in his chest as he watched her avert her eyes and slowly set her phone down. However, something told him that for once, he was going to get the truth.

"Ah, that was my brother." She smiled slightly.

He let out a sigh of relief before freezing.

My crush's brother saw me drunk.