Lay, My One and Only

Chapter 32: The Enemy

We began singing our parts-just Yixing and I. (BTW the song has totally different lyrics but the music is Overdose, just to give you an idea :) )

Her love, her force, is getting stronger I can't bare it.

He sang.

I need a man, not a whimp like you.

I sang.

I really want her but I can't have her no more.

She runs away as quick as she came.

He sang two lines.

If you wanna have it, come and get it babe.

I sang.

We sang the rest of the song until it finished. It finished and we high-fived each other.

" God damn you sound like an angel!" he exclaimed. I laughed and blushed. " Don't blush! It's nothing to be shy about! God, if you were a singer...well...you probably will be because SM BETTER recognize your talent!"

I laughed.

" Hey, are you hungry? It's my day to make breakfast today..." said Yixing. I nodded. I wanted to see how this would go.

Xiumin and Kris were up and I saw them sitting at the 4 bar stools. They left one in between Kris and Xiumin for me, and I went and sat down there.

Luhan and Xiumin were banging their forks on the counter. Hmm...maybe Yixing cooks well?

" Today, I'm going to perform a Japanese cooking art," he said. What did he mean? I asked Kris who was at my left. He wouldn't do anything, not as long as the guys were with me.

" What does he mean by that?" I whispered. Kris leaned toward me. He's a giant, I swear.

" You know, when the chef cooks in front of you and does tricks with their knives?" he said. I nodded. " Yeah, that's what he's doing...except he fails with the knives and he once almost cut his finger off so we make him do it with straws or butter knives."

I laughed. Kris laughed too. I just realized...Kris looks kinda like a duckling. You know...his lips? Look at the picture above. Don't you see it? I do. Eh. Idk. I'm weird!

Anyway, I sat up and watched Yixing. He put on an apron and a chef's hat. He looked cute and the guys laughed at him. I joined and Yixing laughed at himself.

" OK, children. Calm down. Now..." he picked up his butter knives. " Watch me as I cook...scrambled eggs and pancakes. But first...watch my knife show..."

Haha he picked up the knives and crossed his shoulders. He started flipping them in the air and he caught one but the other fell onto the ground. We laughed and Yixing laughed too. His dimple, though. With the other knife remaining, he flipped it around his index and his middle finger and then threw it into the air, but failed to catch it, again. He was being cute. We all clapped for him and he bowed and laughed.

What was cool is that the stove-or cook top was right in front of the bar. This was really like that cooking style where you would pay to go see at restaurants.

Yixing took out his pan and he cracked a few eggs over it and mixed it around. He handed us plates, napkins, forks and knives, until the eggs finished cooking. He put salt and pepper over it before plating it on our plates. We took a bite, and it was pretty good!

While we were eating out eggs, Yixing was mixing the pancake batter and frying them. He gave us two pancakes each, and he made himself two as well.