forkadionly(lovejournal)
According to Sehun, Jongin is obsessed with two things: Kyungsoo's attention and the food from one particular chef.
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Jongin sighs as he cleans the last bit of bubblegum from his right shoe. If he should name the worst day his 17 years old self has faced, it would be this appalling friday. Some highlights from the day would be when he arrived late to his math test, when he hit himself with Sehun's locker and, of course, when he was delivered a C on his science test.
Being honest, a C was more than what Jongin expected with a professor like Junmyeon. But what he didn't expect was Do Kyungsoo getting a B+. His mocking smile and eyebrow trick as he shoved his grade in front of Jongin's face will haunt him for the next two months.
According to Jongin's calculations, he would need at least an A in two more subjects to surpass his classmate. He will spend the next semester kissing professor Yixing's ass, if the man pities him since he didn't answer the whole test at the morning.
Grunting, he heads towards the only place that would lift his mood in a day like this: The Daesok, Jongin's favorite restaurant. It's conveniently located downtown right in Jongin's way home from school. The place is medium size, cozy and welcoming. On weekdays, the menu is entirely Korean, meanwhile on the weekends, an international food menu is also available for the clients. It even has different chefs on different days since the owners like to open the door to new talents and even amateur ones. The last ones get to serve dishes and even full meals if they are good enough or if a client asks for it, but not without the supervision of a higher chef.
Jongin discovered The Daesok his first rainy friday alone after moving to the city, closer to school. For him, a teenager who used to spend all the weekends around his family, it was quite nostalgic. Searching for an actual dry place and some kind of distraction, he found himself asking for doenjang stew. The stew was particularly delicious and reminded him of his own mother's cooking. From that day, he became attached, devoted even, to the cooking of a certain amateur chef who only served in fridays. The other ones had more elaborated and fancier dishes, but no one could bring that homelike feeling he craved in each meal as that particular chef.
When he arrives, Sehun is already reading the normal menu. Jongin sits in front of him, only getting acknowledged by his best friend rolling his eyes as soon as he starts to speak.
"Can you believe Kyungsoo got a B+ in science?" Sehun doesn't reply so Jongin presses. "That guy didn't know shit about DNA on the last class and he got a B+? I beat he cheated. There is no way he could go higher than me."
"Why do you even care?" Sehun closes the menu and raises his hand for the waiter to arrive. "He isn't the only one getting better grades than you."
Sehun has never understood Jongin's interest on overtake Kyungsoo when it comes to grades. Jongin would lie if he said he remembers how it started but surely there is a handful of reasons of why it does matter, including how Kyungsoo likes to show off every time he wins over Jongin in anything. They are not really good on studies overall, not even good in the exact same subjects. Yet, every time Jongin's final grade surpasses Kyungsoo's, it feels like the semester was an outright success.
Chanyeol, a friendly waiter that has become Jongin's friend with the time, arrives to take the order from both. Jongin asks, as always, the amateur chef suggestion without second thought.
"He cheated though." Jongin says before taking a sip of his drink as soon as it's delivered. "It's so unfair, if I fail math is going to be his fault too."
"You arrived late."
"Yes, but it was because I spent my whole night studying since I needed to pass it with A+ so I could stop worrying about Kyungsoo getting an A on English." Jongin keeps talking about the bad things that happened on the week due to Kyungsoo's (fishy) success on the last surprise tests. He only stops when Chanyeol arrives with the food. Sushi for Sehun and Namul for Jongin.
It's steamy and smells wonderful as always. It has a tangy and refreshing taste and with one bite Jongin can recognize the chili pepper powder and the soy sauce. He smiles in approval, eyes closed, humming as he takes another bite.
"Have I ever told you that I love this food?" He says pointing to his dish and then moving his fork in circular motion. "This whole restaurant in general?"
"Yes, you have." Sehun answers irritated. "You always do. You are as passionate about this food like you are about Kyungsoo." Jongin pulls a disgusted face which Sehun ignores as he starts eating too. The only passionate thing Jongin can feel about Kyungsoo is pure rivalry. "I just find it funny," he continues, "that you care so much about what he thinks about you."
"Who says I care? I just want to beat his ass, that's all."
"Don't you mean bang?" Jongin starts to choke on his meat. "You trying to surpass him on grades is your way to call his attention. It's fine Jongin, we all have dicks."
"Fuck off, I hate both of you." Jongin says when he finally composes himself. He doesn't hesitate in adding some reasons of why he hates Kyungsoo and keeps ignoring Sehun's replies.
***
Jongin thought the day he would love Byun Baekhyun, Kyungsoo's former best friend, would never come, but it did, at math class. The brunette keeps throwing flirtatious comments towards the professor who can only dismiss the class promising to redo the test.
Kyungsoo's grunt from two seats behind of Jongin is music to his ears until he realizes he will have to study for the new test too. At least, the chances to get a better grade are promising.
"I guess it's your lucky day," Kyungsoo's deep but still irritable voice catches Jongin's attention when walking through the halls at the end of the day.
"Is someone worried I might get an A++ this time?" Jongin turns with the one he proclaims is his most mocking smile. Kyungsoo snorts crossing his arms.
"Can you get anything beyond Bs? I don't recall."
"Try me," Jongin takes a step forward closing the distance between them to a few centimeters, just like they are used to when arguing. Jongin always rejoices at the fact Kyungsoo is smaller than him by 10 centimeters and has to look slightly up to face him. All his features are prominent, unlikely to Jongin's slender ones and he is particularly used to those features, much for his disgrace.
"Whatever is not like you will understand algebra in the blink of an eye."
"Takes one to know one."
"Just fuck already." Both turn to see Sehun closing his locker, Jongin had already forgotten his presence. "This whole grade thing is just a way to be dominant over each other. You are really into some kinky shit."
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and surprisingly doesn't knock Sehun down like he would usually do when being annoyed. Jongin thought that safe privilege was only his. It irks him.
"You were just about this close," Sehun holds his index and thumb almost together, "to kiss him."
"Whatever. Let's keep going."
He decides to focus instead on the monday specials on The Daesok. Every second monday from the month, the amateur chefs will cook some of their favorites and Jongin wouldn't miss it for nothing in the world. Besides, he is about to apply for a part time job at the restaurant. The money is needed if he wants a new console and, luckily, he would be able to taste the food he loves the most.
"Uh, sorry I can't today." Sehun scratches his neck trying to give his best apologetic face. He fails. "I will be tutoring Kyungsoo with algebra."
Jongin opens his mouth in disbelief. Perhaps that's why Kyungsoo wasn't rude towards him before, but that only annoys him even more.
"It's not a big deal."
"Not a big deal? You, my best friend, tutoring the person of my hatred?"
"Listen," Sehun massages his temples as he usually does around Jongin. The latter should do the same, as every word from the former grows his irritability. "He will pay me good, besides he is not that bad or awful as you say. He was really nice when he asked me and I couldn't say no."
"You know how treason was paid in the old days? with death, that's right. You should be grateful and appreciate my friendship."
"Calm down drama queen. I will tutor you too, if you want." Jongin crosses his arms thinking about giving Sehun the silent treatment when the latter sighs and bids farewell. "Just remember there's a thin line between love and hate."
***
If Sehun wants to change him, that's perfectly fine. There will be more food and peace for Jongin, who sits alone in a three seats table waiting for Chanyeol to appear. Fortunately, his job application was well received by the owners who are fond of him being a current client and he will start in two weeks.
"Sorry Jongin," the waiter breaks his trail of thoughts. He has the biggest grin he has ever seen on him, with no hint of being apologetic. "Well, not really. The chef you like couldn't come, it's that fine to you?"
"Oh," Jongin looks at the menu disappointed. "I guess I will have whatever the main chef will offer."
Chanyeol nods happily and turns to get back to the kitchen. Thoughtful, Jongin realizes there is a possibility from the chef to be sick or troubled. It makes him slightly worried, therefore, he decides to ask as soon as Chanyeol returns with his orange juice in hand.
"Is the chef fine?"
"Yes, he just had some things to do." Chanyeol shrugs placing the drink on the table and organizing the napkins.
He, so the chef is a male. It's the first time Jongin hears something about him besides good reviews from his food. It only makes him more curious.
"How... what is the chef like?"
Chanyeol grimaces unpleasantly, like he revived a gruesome memory in the blink of an eye. He proceeds to sit in front of Jongin with a confused look.
"Why are you curious?"
"Well, it's normal," Jongin shrugs. "I love his food, I could marry his food, I could marry him even."
The waiter snorts shaking his head. He takes a sip of Jongin's orange juice and turns to the sides, as if searching for someone, before speaking again.
"Believe me Jongin, you wouldn't be able to even hold a conversation with him. I mean, the food is good, yes, but the chef is what?" He gets closer to Jongin and, with a hand at the side of his mouth, whispers. "An asshole."
Unbelievable, since everything Jongin has eaten tasted like love itself. He was sure the food was cooked and crafted by kind and dedicated hands, with a lovely atmosphere around, just like homemade food. He won't tell Chanyeol, although he doesn't need to say anything more for the waiter to keep talking, more like blurting.
"He is around our age but his temper when cooking is horrid. He is nice outside the kitchen, a bit hot headed still tolerant but as soon as he steps inside, he is another person. You can't make a mistake, not even the tiniest. He is like... like a Gordon Ramsay. One time, he called me a stupid raw donkey and told me he would ram cheese right up my ass just because I forgot to write it down in an order. I swear to God, he already had his hand on my belt when our boss arrived. He is surely intimidating, even when he is about this size," Chanyeol taps the beginning of his ear.
He must be smaller than Jongin, perhaps even around Kyungsoo's height. But why is he thinking about the one who stole his best friend anyway?
"And his eyes are this big." Chanyeol makes circles with his large hands, probably exaggerating, being the one with huge eyes himself but Jongin lets it pass. "And they look nice at first but-"
"Chanyeol, your order!"
Chanyeol stands hurriedly at the voice of Minseok, one of the restaurant owners, and goes back to the kitchen just to return with Jongin's dish and a new glass of juice in hands.
It has a funny decoration at the sides and Jongin realizes he can't put a name on whatever he is about to eat. It tastes fancier and definitely lavisher than his usual meals, more like haute cuisine. Yet, he had always favored homely food, with the strong flavors and the welcoming smell. Simple presentations that make him feel like he is a kid once more, tasting something by the first time but still recognizing the ingredients. Definitely, he is biased towards the cooking of his favorite chef.
"Hey," Unexpectedly, Sehun arrives taking a seat where Chanyeol was a minute ago.
"Hello traitor, weren't you telling all my secrets to the evil himself?" Jongin says without swallowing his food. He groans realizing he forgot about the silent treatment he was going to apply.
"Shut up and give me that," Sehun takes Jongin's plate and takes a big bite of what Jongin can figure it's a piece of meat.
"Why are you here? Did you realize how impossible he is and came back for my forgiveness?"
"No, he is really nice like I told you. We needed something to eat so we decided to come here for take out." Jongin turns to the reception where Kyungsoo is standing in front of the cash register looking at the menu. "You would be surprised but he lives just a block away. Hm, this is delicious."
"This is not the chef." Jongin witnesses how his dish is devoured by Sehun. Not that really matters since the fact that he is buying food with Kyungsoo leaves him a bitter taste, making him lose his appetite.
"I figured it. This is lighter, just the way I like it." At Jongin's shrug, Sehun responds with a groan. "Jongin, listen. The food of that chef you like tastes good, I agree, but is still an amateur and lacks of a lot of things, like practice, presentation and sometimes even ingredients. Still, you praise it like you are eating pure grace in a bite. The chef could give you a sandwich and you would say it's heavenly and it saved your life. "
"It probably would... Chanyeol was telling me about him, he is around our age. He will grow to be better." He decides not to mention the blemishes the waiter talked about, just the good features. "He must go to high school too; do you think he-"
"Stop," Sehun interrupts him raising a hand. "Jongin you really need to control your food kink. Besides, what about Kyungsoo?"
Jongin is about to respond when Chanyeol sits in the remaining chair with two glasses of juice, one for Sehun and one for himself. Sehun dismisses the sudden company taking his drink and finishing the dish.
"Where was I? Ah yes! The chef looks even cute at first, with his huge eyes, baby cheeks and heart shaped lips, but you shouldn't be fooled by them."
It does sounds like Kyungsoo, even though Jongin wants to brush the thought of him the fastest he can. He shouldn't think about him outside the school, except for studying encouragement. He also brushes off the quirky knowing look Sehun is giving to him.
"And he has this deep voice, not deep like mine, but one more dominant. I swear to God he tries to make it sound deeper when threatening you. Between you and me, everyone let him boss around because he is the nephew of one of the owners. That's why he works here and his food is somehow good. Yet-"
"Chanyeol!!"
The three of them turn to face Kyungsoo who is unexpectedly at Jongin's side. He has a menacing look and his arms crossed, even tapping his foot with the wood floor. He places the bag of takeout food on the table with a thud that makes Jongin flinch and Chanyeol stand up.
"Perhaps they pay you to talk? Go back to the fucking kitchen before I chop off your ears and cook them as a monday fucking special."
And just like that, the penny drops with Sehun's vexatious laugh filling the establishment.
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***
"Fuck," Jongin hits his head with the locker to add a small dramatic effect. He stays still with his forehead glued to the cold metal wondering how did he end with the wrong answer on his math test once again.
"Whatever." Sehun almost sounds honestly apologetic while patting Jongin's shoulder. "You can get a B on history though. We will study starting from today."
Jongin flinches as he detects a creamy sandalwood scent in the air. It's like smelling hell, if you ask him, not because of the wood but because it only means one thing. He turns at his left without moving away to see a smug smile on Kyungsoo's heart shaped lips.
"Where is the A++ again?"
"Get lost."
The last thing Jongin wants to do is to see Kyungsoo. Not after he discovered the object of his affection is cooked by the one he hates the most. Not after having to explain he is a current client at The Daesok with Sehun throwing hearts behind Kyungsoo's back. Probably, the worst part was when Jongin remembered he had applied to work there. He considered to quit his just acquired job, but the payment included food.
At least, no one told him Jongin is deeply in love with his food and he still can look at him in the eye.
"Is this how you thank me from cooking for you?"
"That you cook well, doesn't make you a good person." Jongin scrunches his nose and considers to go for a second hit with the locker since he basically complemented Kyungsoo.
"Well, thank you." Kyungsoo smiles and turns to Sehun. "I will have food by tomorrow so you can arrive early."
Jongin feels his blood boiling at the sweet smile Kyungsoo is giving to Sehun before he takes his leave, nothing compared to the irritant grin that he always receives. He diverts his frustration towards his friend with a fierce look.
"Did I mention we will study for history too?" Sehun says in a defensive position.
"He is Satan. You heard it from me and Chanyeol and yet, you are going to his house. Next thing I know, you will be best friends."
"Overreacting again? He is nice, Jongin. Maybe you both saw the competitive and rough side of him, doesn't mean he doesn't have a good one. And don't act like you don't love when all his attention is focused in overtaking you."
In fact, that's not the case. Jongin just hates to be reminded of Kyungsoo every time he takes a step inside The Daesok. Every time he starts a dish, he turns to the kitchen door wondering if Kyungsoo ever peeks from the small circular glass on it.
Probably he doesn't, since he tends to focus his entire attention in whatever he is doing. He can imagine the picture, Kyungsoo yelling and bossing around, cursing every five minutes, worrying about each dish because he is a perfectionist by his own particular style, tasting each one and probably smiling if it has the proper flavor before sending it. Jongin hates to admit it, but he can now see why the food is so good to him. It's because Kyungsoo has dedication and even if the things that he does aren't perfect, he worries to do the most with his own perspective.
How he wishes his money didn't end in his pockets.
At least, the food never disappoints, turns out to be slowly improved and Jongin tries to dismiss the fact he was assigned to peel potatoes since his first day due lack of experience. He won't ever forget Kyungsoo's loud laugh when he proved being unable to cook a simple hard egg.
"Are you fucking listening to me?" Kyungsoo's yells make Jongin flinch every time. Instinctively, he closes his eyes although he knows they aren't for him. He successfully had peeled thirty-one potatoes, enough to be invisible in the kitchen. "I swear I can't even trust a fucking salad to you! Fuck off before I slap your ass until is red as this fucking tomato."
Jongin can't stop himself from shivering when Kyungsoo suddenly bends over the counter to inspect his vegetables. He takes the potatoes without taking his scrutinizing gaze over Jongin.
He is tougher when it comes to cooking, more than Jongin has ever seen him in school. Chanyeol's words have been right, he looks intimidating indeed. Yet, he doesn't look like he wants to skin Jongin alive nor shout at him. Silent, he places more unpeeled potatoes and leaves the counter.
It takes some days for Jongin to realize, but Kyungsoo isn't mean or hard over anyone that complies. Chanyeol might be an exception. There is no need to be competitive over Jongin in the kitchen and, meanwhile he does his job with no excuses, Kyungsoo will leave him alone.
He is even surprised to see how Kyungsoo behaves with the owners and other chefs, always respectful and beaming. Some days, he would even be kind towards the kitchen crew, buying coffee for everyone, including Jongin. The latter almost forgets how obnoxious he can be at class.
There are also days when he is afraid of looking at the chef's direction. Kyungsoo's mood is easily transformed when it comes to negative comments about his food until the point not even his uncle interferes in his rants.
It takes the worst week when it comes to complains to make Kyungsoo go out of the kitchen to take a break in the middle of a dish preparation, something he never does. The way he stumps towards the exit leaves everyone speechless for a second before returning to their tasks. Hesitant, Jongin switches his attention towards the potatoes to the door and back around ten times until he decides to go out for him, without putting a finger on why exactly.
Outside, he finds Kyungsoo sitting in the sidewalk, hands massaging his temples. Jongin takes a seat beside him trying to hold his unease.
"For God's sake, what the fuck are you doing here? Came to fucking mock me?" Kyungsoo says in a drained tone. Up close, Jongin can see how tired he is and recalls how difficult last weeks have been at the school. Jongin had spent some sleepless nights and unfinished meals, surely Kyungsoo did too.
"I won't. Do you... want to talk about it?"
Kyungsoo remains silent. He has always been someone who doesn't want to bother anyone with his own problems, he doesn't want anybody to care.
"Fuck it," Kyungsoo says, the lack of energy still lingering in his voice. "I don't give a fuck about their opinion. Why should I? They can think my food is poor and amateur all they want. I'm going home."
"Do you mean going home right now? Or leaving The Daesok?" Jongin asks slightly scared of the second choice.
Kyungsoo seems thoughtful about the question. Jongin assures himself he has an inability to drop out, that makes him feel relieved.
"I'm just tired. I will return tomorrow. Besides, it's the perfect time for them to reproach me." He points towards the kitchen door. "I don't treat them really nice, being honest." Kyungsoo huffs. "Well, you know that already."
"I don't think they would reproach you."
Kyungsoo raises one eyebrow, confused by Jongin's attitude. Being honest, Jongin shares the feeling.
"Why are you being nice? Is this some kind of prank or an elaborate joke?"
"Fuck off, I'm just trying to be nice because you are worrying about nothing." Kyungsoo looks offended by that statement, making Jongin blurt. "Because we all like your food... I guess."
"Are you serious? You like it? I thought you only came for the other chefs' food. So... you don't think my food is bad?"
"Your food is not bad," Jongin answers trying to convince himself everything he is doing is for the safety of his palate. Yet, he doesn't face Kyungsoo. "It's homelike and it gives a warm feeling. I... I always come here because of your food. I always ask for your food because it makes me happy. You can lack of practice or whatever you think but, for me, your food is the best."
Jongin peeks from the corner of his eye after some seconds of maddening silence.
"Thank you, Jongin."
Kyungsoo smiles, sweetly with flustered cheeks. Shyly, he doesn't retain eye contact either, instead he looks at the floor, his eyelashes fluttering, before running a hand through his hair.
The scene feels like a confession and it makes Jongin's heart beat like it's coming out of his chest. Oh fuck.
***
This can't be happening. Jongin is in no way falling for Kyungsoo. He is definitely not tired because of a sleepless night thinking about his smile, eyes, perseverance and hardworking persona. He is absolutely not trying to avoid him in the first class because he is afraid those feelings increase either.
And clearly he didn't flinch because Kyungsoo appeared unexpectedly at the lockers with a big shining smile.
"Good morning Jongin."
"Mor...ning?" Jongin answers nervous and unsure about his reaction. Why is Kyungsoo being kind? The rivalry is still there, right? Before he can ask, Kyungsoo bids farewell as and joins Baekhyun leaving a mouth-open Jongin with Sehun at his side.
"Did you two fuck or?"
Jongin blushes and ignores Sehun before heading to his class. Hopefully, Kyungsoo's strange behavior will vanish through the day, nut Jongin has never been so wrong. He finds Kyungsoo smiling every time he turns to see him and even holds thumbs up for him when he's trying to answer a question in science class.
It wouldn't bother him if his smile wasn't oddly cute. With his glossy eyes shining and his heart shaped lips looking so soft.
No, Jongin did not thought about Kyungsoo's lips in the middle of a test.
The following days keep the example of the first, with Kyungsoo being creepily attentive and kind, always leaves Jongin speechless, killing him with kindness. It's honestly beginning to tire him out. Therefore, the next time Kyungsoo says good morning, Jongin can only whine.
"Why are you acting so weird?!" It comes louder than expected making Jongin feel ashamed and apologetic at Kyungsoo surprised state. "Sorry."
"What the fuck is your problem?" Jongin almost feels hopeful to see the Kyungsoo he has been waiting for, the one that is easy to hate. "I have been trying to be fucking nice here. Is that bothering you? I was returning a fucking favor."
Wistfully, it doesn't have the same effect as before, Jongin doesn't feel the need to answer badly o rude. Instead, he feels guilty and stumbles with his words unable to express his own feelings. He realizes Kyungsoo's mouth twitching, just about to smile at Jongin's blabbering mess.
Jongin groans and sits cross legged on the floor with both hands trying to hide his hot red face due the shame. Suddenly, Kyungsoo is right beside him patting his back trying to contain his soft laughter with small, almost inaudible, chuckles that, Jongin would never accept, are melting him.
"There, there."
Jongin tries to ignore the cozy warm on his back and how the soothing words seem to have a positive effect on his still nervous and flustered state.
"Jongin," he turns to Kyungsoo's sweet voice to be greeted by a concerned face. "Did you eat?"
Definitely, he is falling for Kyungsoo.
It's just about time for Jongin to get used to Kyungsoo's kind side, search for those gentle smiles and touches even. Sehun keeps laughing about him and telling he was right since the beginning but Jongin prefers not to listen.
He also wonders why he lost all that time trying to overcome Kyungsoo on grades instead of following him around like he has gotten used to. It' definitely better and sweeter. To see Kyungsoo by his side laughing is a hundred times better than fighting him and putting his own feelings aside.
Everything fits like a puzzle, except for one thing: the reciprocity Jongin is still unsure of having.
***
The finals are done and Jongin felt like celebrating with his friends at The Daesok before the beginning of his shift; just to be left alone at his favorite table because everyone got plans already, even Sehun, who is suspiciously buying clothes with Baekhyun and is supposed to arrive in half an hour. Bored, Jongin huffs with his elbows on the table and waits for Chanyeol to show up.
He turns constantly to the kitchen, hopeful to see Kyungsoo peeking from the door but there is no sight of him. Perhaps he should start his shift sooner just to see him, the only person that wouldn't ditch him. Sadly, he is already working and can't have a proper meal with Jongin.
Suddenly Chanyeol shows himself placing a dish in front of him. It's a combination of all the meats he loves, chicken, namul and even a stew dish. It has vegetables at its sides and he is fascinated to find his name is written with algae at the bottom of the plate.
"The chef says it's on the house today," the waiter says with a smile. "He also says he is sorry he can't be here with you."
Jongin turns at the kitchen to see Kyungsoo peeking from the small circle glass on the door. His eyes crinkle and form crescents, like when he smiles, before leaving. Jongin turns to Chanyeol who is filling juice like the most incredible thing didn't happen through his eyes just seconds ago.
He doesn't hesitate on standing up and after evading Chanyeol sneaky hands, he gets inside the kitchen. The smell of the stew is still lingering around.
"For fuck's sake Luhan, why don't you jump to the oven and make us all a favor?! How about now?!" Kyungsoo realizes about Jongin's presence and his gaze visibly softens. Up close, he sighs and shakes up his apron before looking at him once again. "Is there something wrong with your food Jongin?"
Jongin gulps and takes Kyungsoo's face between his hands. His cheeks have salt grains, small bread crumbles linger around his mouth and his lips must taste like doenjang stew but that doesn't stop Jongin from kissing him. His lips are slightly salty but they are truly soft and tender, perhaps Jongin has found something even quicker than any other flavor.
He smiles sweetly witnessing how Kyungsoo's cheeks flutter different shades of red before the chef taking the lead and locking their lips once again in a slower kiss.
"Your shift starts in 15 minutes, go eat." Kyungsoo places a last small peck in Jongin's lips before shoving him outside of the kitchen with a mesmerizing smile.
