We Young • n.jm

7

"Okay! Let's cook dinner!" Jaemin screams, rolling the sleeves of his polo up before clapping his hands together.

Chenle hands out aprons to all of us. I thank him before putting mine on, but as I'm trying to tie the back, I just can't seem to get it. I curse at myself, biting my lip as I try to concentrate.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind, lightly swatting my hands off. After I escape my initial shocked reaction, I tilt my head to the side to see Jaemin flashing me a small smile as he tied my apron for me.

I hate my heart for beating so loud but I try to ignore the odd feeling in my chest as I feel his body close to mine.

We always stood close to each other. We hugged, we held hands, I even kissed his cheek before but why did everything seem to make a slight difference now.

"How can I help?" Mark suddenly asks, about to receive an apron from Chenle.

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" Donghyuck grabs the apron before Mark and shoves it back to Chenle before facing Mark with a little glare, catching everyone's attention.

"You can help by sitting down and waiting for the food" He says.

"What's wrong?" I ask, approaching them.

"Mark can't cook"

"Everyone can cook! I mean, he can't be that bad" I say as Mark flashes me a bright smile, happy that he can help out.

"Just remember that I warned you! AND that you all brought this upon yourselves!" Donghyuck mutters before he starts removing his apron and walking out.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't want to be here when the kitchen burns down"

  ~~~~~ 

"Mark, I think you help by sitting down and waiting for the food!" Renjun screams as he drags Mark out of the kitchen, the rest of us sighing with relief once he's out. 

It had been an hour and half and instructing the guy was harder than doing the actual task, that plus we had to repeat a few things.

"We should've believe Donghyuck" Jeno mutters tiredly as he leaned against the counter to take a breather.

"Last time we did, Mark almost drowned though" Jisung mutters.

"Look, let's just all finish cooking so that we can finally eat" Jaemin says. When Renjun comes back in the kitchen, I realized how packed it was and how the remaining task didn't require a lot of people so I excused myself.

I enter the dining room to see Mark seated, his head hung low.

"You okay?" I ask with my brows furrowed. I slowly take a seat beside Mark and place a hand on his back.

"I just hate how I'm not good at anything" My eyes go wide.

"OUCH!" Mark winces in pain after I slap his arm.

"Don't say that!"

"BUT ITS TRUE!"

"NO IT'S NOT! Mark Lee you may not be the best chef but you were our class president. You're a responsible guy who's good at dancing, rapping, singing and can balance his education while having all of those hobbies!" 

Mark's eyes are wide for a moment before he flashes me a small smile.

"Thanks y/n"

"Now why don't we set the table so that we can help at something?" I ask with a small smile.

"That sounds good"

  ~~~~~ 

"JAEMIN THE FOOD'S BURNING!" Chenle screams, slapping the guy on the arm and snapping him out of his trance.

Renjun rushes to save the food while Jeno slings an arm on Jaemin's shoulder.

"Dude, you should learn to control your emotions more"

"That's kind of hard to do if the girl you love has her arm on another man who she could possibly like"

Jeno shakes his head.

"How are you both so dense?" He asks with a little chuckle.

"What?"

"It's nothing"