THE GIFTED | STRAY KIDS ✔

9

Minho assumed the unofficial role of the chef within the group, mainly because the rest of them lacked culinary skills. Among them, Hyunjin managed to whip up simple Korean dishes, while Felix excelled in baking. As for the others, their cooking abilities were practically non-existent.

Minho had been prepared to cook lunch for everyone, but an intense headache suddenly hit him. It was a side effect of overexerting his powers earlier. Hyunjin and Felix were busy with additional training, leaving no alternative chefs available.

"Hyung, you look like you've been sleep-deprived for days," Jisung interjected, snapping Minho out of his thoughts.

"I have a headache," Minho responded. "Do I really look that awful?"

"I've seen you in better shape," Jisung joked. "Why don't you take a nap then? Training doesn't start until 5."

"I need to cook lunch," Minho replied, gently massaging his forehead while groaning from the throbbing pain.

"You know you don't have to," Jisung suggested. "Just ask someone else to do it."

"You guys are all terrible cooks," Minho grinned through the discomfort. "I don't want you burning down the building."

"Oh, come on, hyung!" Jisung exclaimed. "We're not that bad!"

"Changbin nearly burned our breakfast today, Seungmin spilled coffee all over the floor, and Chan hyung almost scorched his face when he tripped over Jeongin's leg into the frying pan."

"Okay, you have a point," Jisung conceded. "But we'll manage with what we have, I promise. You go rest in your room, alright?"

"Jisung," Minho said. "Are you certain about this?"

"You don't really have a choice," Jisung smirked mischievously. "Trust me, I'll handle it."

Minho hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether he should entrust the task of cooking to Jisung and the others. Despite their previous kitchen disasters, he realized he had no other option. The pain in his head intensified with every passing moment, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else.

"Alright, Jisung," Minho finally relented. "I'll leave it in your hands. Just promise me you won't set the kitchen on fire."

Jisung chuckled and placed a hand over his heart in mock sincerity. "I solemnly swear that we'll do our best not to burn down the kitchen, hyung. You can count on us."

With a grateful smile, Minho made his way to his room, hoping that some rest would alleviate the pounding headache. As he lay down on his bed, he couldn't help but worry about the chaos that could potentially unfold in the kitchen without his guidance. Nevertheless, he had to trust Jisung and the others to rise to the occasion.

Meanwhile, Jisung gathered the remaining members of the group, explaining the situation and the challenge they were about to face. Changbin, Seungmin, and Jeongin exchanged nervous glances, knowing all too well their past culinary mishaps. Chan, being the eldest of the group, simply shook his head in amusement, having witnessed their cooking disasters firsthand.