"Ah Kun," Jungwoo nodded although his face made Lucas doubt if he has really remembered their housemate.
"I'm doing dinner so you lazy asses can help me," said Kun disappearing in the kitchen.
"Ya know real men don't cook," Lucas straightened his chest out.
Jungwoo giggled, he shook his head again when he left his backpack on the armchair then seated the plush puppy next to it. He ran to the kitchen so Lucas followed, the smell was nice, he hasn't even realized how hungry he was.
Kun was mixing in a big pot with a very serious expression.
"What is it?" asked Lucas changing the language to Chinese so they could talk more comfortably.
"Spicy chicken," muttered Kun. "Can you eat spicy food?" he asked turning to Jungwoo.
"Spicy?" asked Jungwoo then nodded. "Yes," he leaned above the pot smelling it but Kun pushed him away gently.
"I can help, tell me what should I do," said Jungwoo leaning at the kitchen counter smelling everything that was lying on it.
Kun glanced at Lucas then rolled his eyes.
"I see they haven't done much in the clinic," he muttered in Chinese.
"It's incurable," Lucas shrugged.
He walked to the fridge, opened it, took some juice out.
He filled three cups for them then found a smaller pot.
"What will you do?" asked Kun glancing at him.
"Ramen," he said.
"It's the only thing you can cook," muttered Kun ironically.
A moment later Jungwoo started to smell Kun's shoulder in a dog like way.
"What are you doing!" asked Kun jumping away from the boy.
Jungwoo smiled apologetically then moved back.
"What is he doing tell him to stop?" Kun turned to Lucas who was putting the noodles into the water.
"Is the chicken ready?" asked Lucas.
Kun sighed, he returned to his pot them mixed in it more.
Jungwoo was bouncing next to him giving out puppy like sounds from time to time.
"Jungwoo," he said smiling to the tails on the kitchen wall.
"I'm not gonna stand it!" said Kun turning the heat under the pot off then walking to the table slamming the pot on the top.
Lucas began to whistle when he was mixing the noodles so Jungwoo came to him leaning over his pot.
"Lucasy can cook?" he asked.
"No he can't," said Kun grumpily.
"Can you cook?" asked Lucas smiling to the boy.
"No, but I can watch," Jungwoo grinned. "Do a sweet pose, one, two, wink," Jungwoo began to make silly faces.
"Really?" Kun came back for the plates he slammed the cupboard door shut hard.
"He is how he is, he's not doing any harm," muttered Lucas in Chinese putting the rest of the spices into his noodles.
"Why is he in the company anyway, can he sing, rap, dance?" asked Kun in frustration.
"Dance, I love to dance," said Jungwoo blushing when Lucas let the spoon out on the floor from shock.
"Do you know Chinese?" asked Kun turning to the boy.
"No," Jungwoo smiled. "I'm just listening, I know a new language," he said smiling wide jumping to his chair at the wooden table.
"What language?" asked Kun when Lucas collected the spoon from the floor.
"Lucasy's language," said Jungwoo smiling wide while Lucas leaned against the counter covering his face in his hands to not to burs out into laugher.
That one was good especially as he wasn't really fluent in any language, but form the other hand Jungwoo was learning languages way too easily.
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