Promise

30: No More Secrets

Wooyoung snorted.

"What? What's so funny?" San immediately questioned, his smile heard in his voice, the laugh not be hidden that well either.

"Just that a vampire found cooking fun." Wooyoung answered, looking up in a way that could be interpreted as a glare, but wasn't one in the slightest. "Don't get used to it though, as soon as my arm is better I'm making my own food again."

San pouted, "aww, why?"

Wooyoung again snorted out a laugh. "Because, I can make my own food. And frankly, I don't trust you making me anything edible without my guidance."

"Ouch." San held a fist over his heart, as if he just embedded a dagger into it, faking a pained expression. "I could be the greatest cook ever, and you wouldn't know it."

Wooyoung shrugged, smiling brightly. "Maybe. Maybe not. I will give you credit though, this does taste really good."

San smirked cockily. "See? I can be—"

"But only because I was telling you what to do, and you followed my words exactly." Wooyoung leaned forward slightly to finish his remark, also smirking cockily.

The two looked each other down from across the counter, waiting for the other to give up their little battle they had going on. Except they both lost at the sound of the door opening. They both straightened themselves back out, trying to calm their hearts and hide their flustered cheeks.

At the same time, the couple realized they didn't even take into account who walked in, so they turned their heads in unison to look at whoever it was. Only that made them look even more suspicious.

"Do I even want to know what was happening in here?" Yeosang sighed, shaking his head as he shuffled further into the room. "I can feel the tension in the air."

That statement only made Wooyoung's cheeks burn brighter, and San, well for the first time in a while he wanted to disappear. Usually he didn't get flustered like this, nor get embarrassed, or hell let alone blush like he was, but all of these things were very prominent to him in that moment. This whole sensation was unusual for him, and with one look across the counter, he realized he was mirroring exactly what Wooyoung was feeling.

Our bond, has it really grown to this degree? Is that actually even possible? Or is this all in my head? Is this what love is supposed to make me feel? It must be.

"Nothing was happening." Wooyoung defended, standing from his place as he watched Yeosang continue to approach.

"Uh huh, sure." Yeosang returned, not even looking in the hunters direction anymore as he made the sassy comment. "Thanks for thinking of me though, with making food."

"Oh, yeah, sure." Wooyoung tried to get himself to calm down, staring at the back of Yeosang's head as he dished himself up the remaining portion of the food. "But uh, you should thank San more than me, he was the one that did most of the cooking this time."

Yeosang spun on his heels, wide eyes landing on San.

"Really?" He sounded very shocked to say the least.

"Yup." San returned, nodding confidently, almost too confidently.

Yeosang's eyes went to Wooyoung.

"And you ate this food? And didn't die?" Yeosang, while still using that same shocked tone, was obviously playing around. It was clear in his eyes and the subtle smile.

San had an outburst then, all in good spirit though. He defended himself and his limited cooking abilities, even using the points Wooyoung made earlier to back himself up. Wooyoung and Yeosang glances at each other once, then bursted out into a fit of laughter. San looked between the causes of the deep and squeaky laughs, then spun on his heels to see the door being opened once again, Seonghwa leaning into the room.