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The dinner laid out on the table sparkled.
"He really made this? It looks too good for a home-cooked meal. I don't trust it." Jeonghan pouted only jealous that he couldn't cook five-star meals.
"Yeah, he's taking cooking lessons, that's why he's been dying to show off." Seungcheol smiled.
"Seriously? Actual lessons?" Jeonghan stabbed the for bringing it to his mouth.
"He said the fitness trainer encouraged him to make his own meals, so he started classes. Maybe we can do that too!"
"Mmm..." Jeonghan loved how the meat just melted into his mouth... But he regained his senses. "Wait, so you're telling me that he has a nine-to-five job, regularly goes to the gym, and still has the time to take up new hobbies? All while maintaining a healthy social life and even taking a month-long vacation to see his friends overseas? Sounds suspicious. Normal humans only get to choose two!"
"Ahaha! That's Mingyu for ya! Don't we all have that one annoyingly overachieving friend?" Seungcheol laughed.
"Ask him what his real job is!"
"Oooh! What are we talking about? I could hear you guys laughing from the kitchen." Mingyu arrived with a thick piece of steak.
"Ah, we were just talking about the food." Jeonghan wanted Mingyu to disappear.
"How are you liking it?" Mingyu placed the plate on the table.
"Eh... I guess it's edible." Jeonghan looked up at him with an emotionless face.
"Well, I'm glad it's able to fill you up at the very least. I admit that I still have a lot to learn. I could tell you're a great cook Han! Maybe you could teach me a dish or two next time?"
"O-Oh...Well, I..." Jeonghan looked away.
"Hahahaha! Yes! Teach him how to make spaghetti!" Seungcheol laughed slamming his hand down on the table as he held his grape juice with his left hand. "The dirt-flavored one!"
"Hey! We had a deal to never talk about that again!" Jeonghan yelled at the betrayal.
SPILL!!!
Seungcheol accidentally spilled the juice in his glass on his t-shirt.
Jeonghan and Mingyu's eyes traveled to the splotch that narrowly exposed Seungcheol's chest.
In a split second they each held a tablecloth to Seungcheol's chest.
"Ah, let me get that." Mingyu dapped the splotch on Seungcheol's chest.
