Kitchen Confidential [Jin]

4.

(double update tonight, don't forget to read chapter 3 <3 ) 

Kicking Jeongguk out was more of a challenge than you had originally expected. Being an amazing friend that he is, he just didn't want to leave you alone and miserable, not to mention unable to walk. You had to insist multiple times that you want to be alone, that you will not move around unless it was absolutely necessary and that you will call him if you need his help.

Once alone, you were left to a bad selection of movies and thoughts about the telenovela going on downstairs. Mina and Jeongguk would truly make a good couple, you think. But Jeongguk... he is hard to predict. You can only hope that whatever happens, it doesn't end in tears.

Halfway through a pathetic Lifetime Christmas movie and two steps away from sleep, a knock on your door rouses you from your daze. "Come in," you call.

You expected Jeongguk, maybe Mina, coming to inform you of what had happened. Maybe Namjoon, who would be worried sick about whether or not you'll be able to do your job in the days to come. Hoseok even, coming to check on his friend. The last person you had expected to see was Kim Seokjin.

"What are you doing here?" you're too surprised to sound defensive.

"Hi," he lifts his hand up in an awkward wave. "I just... I wanted to check and see how you were doing. And bring you some food," it's only than that you notice that he does have a plate of food in his hands.

"Is it poisoned?" you ask, and although you were joking, it wouldn't be the first time that Kim Seokjin added a bit extra into your food. Before, he'd go overboard on spices and serve the food to you with an angelic smile. After the events of the past few days, you wouldn't be surprised if he raised the stakes.

"I did not poison your food, Y/N," he tells you and you notice that there is no humor in his words. Normally, when you accuse him of doing something you definitely won't like, he teases and pretends you're right, whether or not he actually did it. Now, he is as serious as you are. Another instance of him showing you that he knows he took it too far. "It's atrocious, though. I hate hotel food."

"Ugh," you scrunch your nose in disgust, almost tasting the overcooked scrambled eggs that you've had this morning. Last night's dinner was passable but this is not a fine dining location, that's for sure. "What did you bring? Does it have any-"

"Peanuts? No, I checked," he pipes up. You are left dumbfounded for a moment, wondering how his memory is good enough to remember your allergy. "How do you go about being an executive chef if you can't eat a certain kind of food though?" he asks as he approaches your bed, handing you the plate of food. Steak, asparagus and mashed potatoes. One look at the steak is enough for you to know it's most certainly going to be too well done. Seokjin moves back towards the door, leaning on the wall next to it, waiting for your answer. Well, it looks like you're on talking terms now.

"It's not that bad," you tell him as you start cutting the food. "Worst reaction I ever had was a strong rash. I carry an epipen with me at all times and if something that has peanuts in it needs tasting, Jeongguk gets a go at it."

"You trust him a lot, don't you?" he asks, making you stop mid-chew.

"Of course I do," you mumble with your mouth full. "He's my best friend and my sous chef. He's been my second in command for years, I'd trust him with my life. Don't you feel the same about Jimin?" you ask, wondering if the friendship between them doesn't run as deep as yours with Jeongguk, because you weren't kidding – the dude has his moments, but you would trust him with your life.