Seokjin
cooking class
You felt ridiculous as you entered the room, seeing a bunch of women excitedly taking their places. A young woman approached you with a bright smile on her lips.
"Welcome to Yuri's cooking class" she greeted you, handing you a white apron. "Please choose your spot yourself and enjoy your first course!"
Her enthusiasm kinda irritated you but you tried not to think as negatively. After all, these people were here to have fun and nobody forced you to be here but yourself. It wouldn't be fair to take your anger out on others. You were a terrible cook for a lack of a better fitting term because there was yet not a term invented that could fully grasp how bad of a cook you were.
Everything that you attempted to make ended up tasting gross or having a weird slimy consistency. Sometimes you burned the food you made, other times you mixed up the herbs and often times you gave up in the middle of it all. For half a year now you had been living on your own. You had moved to Seoul to go to university and all you ever ate was ramen. Though you loved your instant noodles more than anything, you had gotten to a point where you couldn't stand even the sight nor smell of it. It made your stomach churn, you were desperate for some nice home cooked meals. You were craving your mother's meals like crazy. But knowing that you couldn't depend on your mother forever, you decided to learn how to cook properly. Which is how you ended up here in this cringy ass cooking class.
You went to the farthest corner, hoping nobody would see you mess up in the back. Some women tried to spark a conversation with you, but you were way too nervous to really engage. When the teacher finally announced the start of the class, you felt relieved that nobody took the spot beside you. Every counter was made for two people and you were more than happy not to have to share your space with someone else. The teacher had begun to explain what dishes were on the menu and what ingredients you would need, when suddenly the door to the classroom opened and a tall guy barged in.
"Ah, excuse me ma'am" he politely apologized, smiling shyly, "I had trouble finding a parking spot. I am very sorry for being late."
He had rich brown hair, full eyebrows and plump lips. His features were soft and sharp at the right places, giving him some edge. His lean body and broad shoulders were every girl's dream. All the women in the room were in awe, eating him up with their hungry eyes. He was quite handsome - breathtakingly handsome to be correct, but that didn't mean that you would gawk at him. Keeping your eyes straight on the teacher, you wished the class would just continue. But even the teacher was dazzled by the beauty of this attractive young man.
"Please call me Yuri" she said, twirling her hair as she smiled at him, "It can be troublesome to find a parking spot here, I can totally understand. Please take a seat wherever you like."
The guy's eyes wandered across the room, making every woman's heart flutter as his gaze brushed them for a mere second. But his eyes stopped at you, making your heart leap as he approached you, eyes fixed on you.
Cursing your luck, you felt your body tense as your anxiety grew. This was exactly what you had tried to avoid. All these women were all too willing to share their counter with him, but yet he had managed to pick you.
"Hey" he said, smiling at you. His voice was so gentle and eyes so friendly that your tense facial expression relaxed. You couldn't help but smile back at him. He was the type of person where you could see it in their eyes how pure and kind they were. How could you be mean to him when he innocently smiled at you like that?
"Hi" you shortly replied. The class started and in a matter of minutes you had made a mess. You were the worst at multitasking. You didn't understand how people could cook and simultaneously clean up after themselves. Focused on following the teacher's instructions, you didn't really pay any attention to the pile of dirty dishes that you had started to stack up.
