il mio primo e ultimo amore

Domesticity

Vincenzo was sleeping soundly when a loud bang outside startled him. The noise was followed by a stream of curses and then he could hear footsteps towards the room he's in. He quickly stood up, his head and body protesting while he does so, and opens the door to be greeted by Cha Young, his wife, who currently had her hands placed towards the door and now, she was startled by his presence.

She let out a little yelp and stumbled backwards, nearly tripping when Vincenzo grabbed her arm and helped her stand steady.

"Mianhe, I was just trying to take the rice cooker out. You can sleep again." He notices she just showered and then further notices the mess in the kitchen and gapes.

He is wide awake now.

"What in the world were you doing?" There are used cooking utensils everywhere with splashes of tomato sauce, he assumes on the marble slabs of the kitchen. He smells burnt spaghetti and takes a step towards the kitchen when Cha Young, who is right infront of him, stops him, by pushing him backwards.

"Yah!" He looks at her now.

"If you don't want to sleep, go and freshen up. Then come out for breakfast."

"I don't think I'll be able to eat any breakfast." That earns him a glare and he steps back from her.

She pushes him inside and slams the door.

Vincenzo scoffs.

But goes to the bathroom to freshen himself up.

Once he's showered and is dressed casually, he comes out and is once again surprised at how clean the kitchen is now.

He then sees Cha Young brewing coffee for the both of them.

"Oh, you're back. Come, have a seat." She says while pouring coffee in two mugs.

He takes a seat and soon she settles down too, putting one cup infront of him and the other infront of her.

"I made bean-sprout soup. It's good for hangovers, and is soothing and relaxing." She starts pouring the soup in a bowl and then takes one of the rice bowls and chopsticks and starts eating.

Vincenzo pours the soup for himself, and takes a small sip of it.

Meanwhile, Cha Young notices him and smiles when she sees his head nodding while adding more soup into the bowl and taking the rice. She had been told about his picky eating tendencies, courtesy of Antonella.

"What were you trying to make before?" Vincenzo questions while delicately taking a the kimchi laden rice in his mouth.

Cha Young pauses.

"Though, I am good with making Korean food...the same can't be said for Italian." Cha Young thinks she doesn't need to explain further.

Vincenzo slowly nods and smiles.

"What were you trying to make?"

"Spaghetti." She answers.

And he chuckles. "Yes, of course. What else except for the most basic Italian foods."

"Well, do you know how to cook?" She challenges him.

"I do, Cha Young." He says smugly, raising his brows to her challenge.

"Why don't you cook today's dinner for us?"

He laughs and nods. And Cha Young tries her best to suppress the small smile creeping up on her face, she suddenly feels very warm.

"Don't be snarky, I'll make you cook me two portions." She says.

He smiles at her and then goes back to eating.