Underneath Your Clothes is My Territory

Epilog 1/2

"Tadaaaa...!" Kyungsoo presented his creation pleasingly, placing the bowl of dish on the dinner table.

"Masterchef Do Kyungsoo's work of art at your service, signor. Let me introduce you, the most famous Le Pot au Feu, quintessence of French delicacy." He nodded in a sophisticated manner.

"Oh? What have you put inside, monsieur Do Kyungsoo-ssi?" Kai sniffed a bit and continued,

"Wait, hold your thought, let me, the renowned food critics, best of the best of the best in the entire world, the very one Kim Jongin the Great, answer the question with my skillful technique. A professional food critics has to use all five senses. But me? Non. I will guess the ingredients just based on the appearance," Kai boasted, tilting his chin slightly upward.

The chef's eyes lit up by the challenge.

Kai stared at the dish, rubbing his non-existence beard, pretending to think hard.

"Hmmm... Definitely something special has been put in here... meat, but what kind of meat?" He scratched his chin and furrowed his eyebrows exaggeratingly, lips puckered up in deep thought. "Escargot? They always put the fancy stuff into the vegetable stew these days, monsieur."

The chef shook his head vigorously, staring at the renowned food critic in disbelief. "Ew snail. Non... non!" He crossed his hands over the chest, shaking his head furiously, face scrunching up in distaste.

"Ah. Si. Not the fancy stuff then... hmm let me see... Ohhhh! The texture and smooth caramel color could only be meant one thing... beef?" Kai stared at the cute chef, waiting for the right answer.

"Oui!" The chef nodded happily, clapping his hands.

"Ah. I knew it. I'm the best in my field anyway." Kai wiggled his eyebrow, earning him some cute giggles from the masterchef.

"Now let's get back to the stew-" Kai trailed his sentence as he received a glare from the offended chef, "Ah. I mean-" he coughed stylishly and continued, "Le Pot au Feu," he solemnly said.

"This Le Pot au Feu definitely looks good in color; orange, white, yellow, and green. Definitely so much things going on here." Kai took a glance toward the chef who started to squint his eyes at him, and hurriedly added, "Which is good...! I'm guessing there are carrots, onions, turnips, leeks, and celery."

The chef screamed in awe, clapping his hands hard.

"Of course I am more than capable to guess everything right, Mr. masterchef-ssi, I'm a famous food critic after all." Kai smiled smugly. (And he happened to take a peek without the chef knowing, when the said chef was busily chopping the ingredients.)

"Although, I prefer you didn't put the celery-"

"And yet, it has to be put to enhance the taste of the delicacy," Kai added hurriedly, seeing a dangerous glint lingered in the offended chef's huge orbs.

"Speaking of which, let Master Kim Jongin have a taste, shall we?"

Kai looked at the chef, who was nodding his approval, clasping his hands in tense. Kai took the serving spoon from the masterchef and ladled the food onto his plate. Grabbing his own spoon, he carefully picked the meat on his plate, earning him a displeasure cough from the chef that made him grin sheepishly and take the vegetables as well. The supposed renowned food critic spent a few moment to stare at the spoon with a judging manner, acting displeased, before he raised his head and fastened his eyes on the chef as he had a small, delicate bite.