Mythical Short Stories 방탄소년단 PART 2

[| Seokjin |]

[|Cooking|NamJin|]

"Just relax, Namjoon. This will hurt a lot less if you do."

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Namjoon frowned as he bumped his foot against the lamp post, wincing in pain. It just wasn't his day. He sighed deeply and annoyed, making it to the cooking class he was having.

With his roommate leaving the apartment, and Namjoon being the clumsy man he is, he had to learn how to cook properly. That wasn't all too easy though.

"No, no, no! Namjoon!" A loud yelp was heard from Namjoon in a high pitched tone when his stove caught fire. And what's worse is the food wasn't even burned. It was the pot.

Ever since that day he was never allowed near the stove again. Today was safe though. A salad was on the schedule, and lucky for Namjoon, he liked salads. With meat of course.

He smiled at his chef. "Sorry for last week." He said quickly, boring politely. The chef waved it off with a bright smile. "It's the past. But still, leave the stove alone." He chuckled.

Namjoon smiled and took his place, greeting the other students.

Though they weren't in high school, in fact, graduated and adults, they still seemed like students to the chef, who was not even that much older then Namjoon.

Chef Jung Hoseok.
The perfectionist.
The Sunshine.
The Master Chef.

Whatever his name was, he was always happy and smiling. Namjoon, even from his clumsiness, was one of his favorites because he was always polite.

One time, he burned the cookies and apologized in a whiny child-like attitude, saying he really wanted them to work to please him, just, once.

"Alright kids!" Hoseok yelled happily. "Today's easy! Today's fun! Today's healthy! We're making a salad. Tomatoes, lettuce, maybe some eggs, what your taste may be. The importance is the perfect shape of the lettuce and contacts of your salad. You'll be getting the basic ingredients from me, the rest is over at the fridge and freezer."

Namjoon smiled. This was one he couldn't mess up!

He washed his hands and happily hopped towards the fridge, tying the apron straps into his belt. Last time he tried to tie it they broke. He grabbed the package of eggs and grabbed one from it. He was only one man. He grabbed some salad dressing and croutons, lastly looking back to see the tomatoes and lettuce on the place.

Hoseok smiled proudly, tapping Namjoon's shoulder. "Careful with the knife." He chuckled. Namjoon scoffed. "I'm always careful." "Sure." Hoseok rolled his eyes playfully. "We've seen weird things, but you top the line."

"We've seen Jungkook with sweet potatoes that loved their plate so much they didn't move from it. He danced with them and they stuck to it like glue!" Namjoon whined.

Jungkook looked up at hearing his name and chuckles. "That was fun." Hoseok nodded. "But seriously. Be careful." He said worriedly. Namjoon nodded, smiling kindly.

He returned to his kitchen corner, carefully grabbing the large sharp knife. "Alright... You can do this Namjoon. Claw hand, like Hoseok taught you."

He set his hand on the lettuce, carefully shaping it into a claw, so the knife hit his knuckles. He carefully began slicing it in half, then that piece in half, and that one in half, into smaller pieces of lettuce, sliding them into a large bowl.

He looked at his hand. Nothing. It really does work! He smiled widely and pulled a tomato from the smaller bowl Hoseok had put it in. He smiled, cutting the tomato in half, and in slices.