Fatal Trouble | Y.Jw

| 2.11 |

The moment Jiyeon had entered just the house, perhaps a few steps before she opened the door, she could smell it. Someone was cooking with multiple different spices. However, when she stepped inside and saw Mrs Mae sitting at her kitchen table with a newspaper and a cup of tea she frowned.

"You're not cooking?" Jiyeon questioned and shrugged off her coat.

"Oh no... I thought it was you," Mrs Mae excused and looked at Jiyeon in confusion.

"Oh... he's gonna burn down the kitchen," Jiyeon realised and rushed back out to the hallway and hung up her coat before running up the stairs with her tote bag in hand instead of over her shoulder.

When the apartment door opened a gust of warm wind had almost hit Jiyeon. The smell from the kitchen definitely made it seem so. Quickly she rushed into the kitchen and paused in confusion when she saw Jungwon stirring in a pot on the stove.

"You're home?" Jungwon questioned with a wide smile when he turned to look over his shoulder, "Where have you been? I woke up this morning and you were just gone."

"Searching for jobs," Jiyeon excused and hauled her bag up onto the kitchen table, "what are you doing?"

"Making dinner," Jungwon shrugged and stirred a bit again before turning back to Jiyeon, "you know... I meant it when I offered you to join me and work with me. We'll get paid the same, I'll make sure of it."

"I don't do as a detective," Jiyeon shook her head and pulled out her stack of resumes and looked them over. Nothing seemed to be wrong with them, so hopefully one would land her a proper job.

"Of course you do," Jungwon chuckled, "I've said it plenty of times already. I'd need someone sensible."

"And you of course aren't that," Jiyeon remarked and Jungwon nodded as he turned back to the stove, "judging by the fact that you believe you can cook..."

"It's bolognese," Jungwon declared and Jiyeon glanced up at his back. Watching as his white t-shirt moved against his side in the same rhythm as his arm stirred, "I thought I'd make it up for the one I burnt."

Jiyeon hummed quietly before putting down her resumes and looking over at him. Slowly she wandered over and stood by his side, looking down into the pot as he stirred.

"Did you get a job then?" Jungwon murmured.

"I don't know yet," she whispered and reached over to stop Jungwon from grabbing a spice, "do not put curry in it."

"But I thought-"

"Red chili if you want to add something else but basil and oregano," Jiyeon muttered, "the vegetables you've put in should give it plenty of taste."

"Mmm... the vegetables," Jungwon murmured with a small nod.

"You remembered the vegetables, didn't you?"

"Of course."

She watched him continue stirring in the pot for a while before letting out a small sigh.

"What are you trying to do?" she whispered and he raised his head to look at her, "why'd you do this all of a sudden?"

Abruptly Jungwon turned off the stove and moved the pot before turning to Jiyeon, the wooden spoon still in hand. He even took a second or more to just flicker his eyes about on her face, trying to deduct anything but the sadness he could see in her eyes.

"Because I'm trying to make it better," he admitted quietly, "make you not hate me."

"I don't hate you," she pointed out and he frowned.