OUR LOUD MINDS → bts fanfiction

Chapter Thirty-Five

I pursed my lips, replying, "baking."

"I can't imagine the class president baking," she texted back almost immediately.

Work at the cafe was probably at a slower pace now, for her to be able to text me freely.

"It's happening. What, do you want a picture?"

I was being sort of sarcastic, so I wasn't expecting it when Anna sent me a short, "yeah."

I blinked in surprise, but turned on the phone camera that I'd never used before to take a picture of the ingredients before me. I sent her a shot I'd taken and tucked my phone away, deciding it was best to focus now.

I picked up what I believed to be the first ingredient, for it was flour, and I knew flour was white and powdery, and measured it out. I suppose I dumped it into the bowl too severely, because when I did put it in, a huge cloud of the white dust flew up into my face. I sneezed almost immediately, turning away to cover further sneezing.

"What the..." I whispered.

"Aish, keep it down!" Seokjin snapped from the corner.

I ignored him.

When the cloud had settled, I brushed some of the flour off of my face and read for the next ingredient. Milk. Lukewarm. I frowned and tilted my head. Lukewarm milk? I looked around for the milk. It wasn't on the counter, so I decided to check the large metal fridge near the back of the kitchen. Inside, I found what I believed to be milk, as well as eggs, and butter. I grabbed them all, wondering why Teacher Kwan hadn't put these out with the other ingredients. She must have thought it would take us too long to figure out what to do, therefore leaving the cold ingredients in the fridge. I suppose it wasn't the best idea to hold three eggs, as well as a tub of butter in the same hand, but I hadn't really been thinking it through when I'd gathered them. And I guess it would've done me well to glance around the kitchen to be sure of where everything was placed. But I was in a hurry.

So it was no surprise when I accidentally dropped an egg.

"Oh!" I couldn't help but say, looking down.

Somehow, maybe weighed down by the milk or moving to quickly, I leaned too far forward and began to fall. Reacting fast, I reached out and grabbed the closest object to steady me, which was a pan, hanging precariously on a sort of rack with other kitchen appliances. It couldn't hold my weight, and crashed down with me. The metal banged into the hard floor with me, as well as the rest of the eggs and the large carton of milk. It was also no surprise when the loud crash jolted Seokjin awake.

"For the love of--"

Another pan tumbled down after the first, cutting off the sound of his sentence with its loud clang. For a moment, I sat there on the ground, stunned, the cold ingredients and pans laying around me in disarray.

I blinked after a moment of silence and looked over at Seokjin. He proceeded to face-palm.

"What on earth are you doing?!" He snapped in annoyance.

"I'm gathering ingredients," I told him honestly. "To make the buns."

"It looks more like you're just gathering things to make a huge mess," he told me angrily, standing from his spot in the corner.

I began to stand as he stormed over to where I was.

"Move," he told me.

I stepped to the side, reaching down to gather the spilled contents. As I began to gather egg shells in my hands, I couldn't help but overhear Seokjin mutter to himself in annoyance.

"Can't even carry eggs three feet without spilling. What a joke," he said. "I thought you were intelligent, class president."

His words angered me, so I stood straight again to face him.

"Having poor coordination skills doesn't equate with low intelligence. Just like how having good coordination skills doesn't equal high intelligence," I said icily. "I think you're proof of the latter statement."

Seokjin spun around to face me so quickly, I jerked back slightly.

"Just shut up and let me cook. Obviously you aren't capable of doing it."

We both turned away from each other in annoyance and continued with our individual jobs. I set to cleaning up my mess while Seokjin made the red bean buns. It didn't exactly turn out as I expected it to, but at least the buns would finally be cooked. Just by someone unexpected.