You're My Worst
Title: You're My Worst
Genre: Romance, fluff
Rating: PG-13
Length: One-Shot
Warning: Minor cursing
Pairing: KaiSoo > Do Kyungsoo x Kim Jongin
Summary: submitted by yaoijaesuschrist at awful-aus - “you teach a cooking class and i’m the worst student you’ve ever had” AU
Author's Note: smh
Kyungsoo fits the apron over his head and feels the long thick cloth fall to the side before he grips both strings, connected to the apron itself and he proceeds to tie the strings tight around his body in hopes his apron wouldn't get in the way like last time. He recalled mixing batter and at that spur of the moment the aprons strings had not been tied tight enough, apron loose and falling in front of him while he loses his grip on the bowl he's holding and it tips over on the counter and spills not only on his shoes but half the side of his shirt where the apron should have been to catch the mixture.
The sound of the door opening is familiar and he doesn't have to look up to know that it is his cooking instructor, the notorious Kim Jongin and critical cook who although holds beauty and grace, has the mouth of a sailor. He keeps his head low and focuses on feeling the large knot behind him, making sure to tug in the right spots to make sure the accident didn't occur again.
"Class, get to your stations."
His voice is thick and low and he can already tell the teacher has rolled out of bed on the wrong side, and he doesn't know what to expect when he glances up to see stern eyes bore into his soul, a pitter-patter sound of nervousness coming from his heart and he quickly moves into positions and listens to the chattering die down. As much as everyone thinks it is fun to cook, things need to be serious when Jongin enters the room, unless they want to stand in the hallway for a good ten minutes, reciting a few rules plastered on every corner of the room. Kyungsoo swallows and looks up ahead to the front of the classroom where Jongin stands and he follows the gazes of his students, then pointing to the board behind him.
"Today we will be studying how to make soybean curd with rice, we will start with the basics and work up from there."
Kyungsoo watches Jongin's back, gazing intently at the muscles that work under his teacher's white, albeit see-through shirt that tightens around small wrists and gradually loosen around the curve of his body. Kyungsoo is too entranced with Jongin that he doesn't hear the whispers and he can smell the aggravation seeping off of his teacher when he is stared down in his daydream state.
"What did I just share with the class?"
Kyungsoo is dumbfounded and awe struck by the attention on him when he snaps out of it and comes to, gaze flickering to the stares and back to the front of the room, lips tight in a thin line.
"What?"
The teacher sneers and even scoffs, a sign that he has somewhat of an attitude - one that many others have already seen since the first day. "I just explained to the class that while the ingredients are simple, we have to be careful using the right ingredients. I'm sure you would have known that if you paid attention."
Kyungsoo's cheeks flush a light pink and he does a double-take while his index and thumb finger rub together nervously behind his back and he bows, a moment of silence for his mistake. "I'm sorry for not paying attention, I won't do it again." Kyungsoo murmurs and Jongin acknowledges it if not accepts his apology. Jongin turns back to the board and starts where he left off.
Kyungsoo pays attention now, if not for the fact that he was fortunate enough to be allowed to stay in the classroom instead of the hall, an empty hallway smelling like fresh paint and a silence that kills from the inside and eats at you every second.
--
"Mr. D.O, what did I tell you about handling the knife?" Jongin says and Kyungsoo is suddenly aware of how close his teacher is, his hands shake and he tries to keep the knife in his hand when he feels a hot breath against his neck, a tingling sensation that he shouldn't be feeling.
Kyungsoo tries to focus on his posture and how he holds the knife but all thoughts and all memories of how to hold a damn knife are gone like the wind, wiped like a rug from under him and he almost drops the knife. Almost, though he catches his grip when Jongin moves in a circle around him, watches with keen eyes.
"Sorry," Kyungsoo sputters and fixes his fingers until their in the right position, but the look he gets from his teacher says nothing of the sort.
"Don't be nervous, I'm here to help." Jongin says and Kyungsoo can only swallow down the nervousness bubbling in his throat and nod meekly, toes curling when he begins to chop the vegetables but feels the pressure behind him.
That's kind of hard to believe when you're breathing down my neck, Kyungsoo spits fire inside his own thoughts, a pool of embarrassment, confusion and anger.
"Do it like this." The taller, looming figure says and Kyungsoo looks up to watch, feels the man's hands take one of his own and physically show him how to cut the vegetables, moreover Kyungsoo isn't paying attention and Jongin pretends not to notice.
"Okay?"
Kyungsoo nods slowly and goes back to cutting on his own only he's still doing it wrong, a long ragged sigh followed by the sound of footsteps growing quieter by the second. Kyungsoo shrugs, he's not that into cooking anyway.
--
Jongin knows how bad of a student Kyungsoo is and he doesn't know why Kyungsoo bothers with cooking, moreover he understands those who are tone deaf still sing despite their inexperience. He asks Kyungsoo to stay after at the end of their Friday class, corners him rather when other students rush out to leave the two alone whilst Kyungsoo tries to escape the glare sent his way.
Kyungsoo is awkward, standing against the counter of the cooking area rather than in the back where he usually is, watching Jongin - his instructor, wipe the board down.
"Why are you teaching people how to cook? Doesn't it get boring to cook the same thing over and over again, every year for the rest of your life?" Kyungsoo dares to ask amidst the awkward silence, palm under his chin and supporting the weight of his head when his elbow is propped on the marble table. It needs to be cleaned, he thinks rubbing his elbow tenderly before setting it down again.
The instructor seems to hesitate before he turns to his student and clears his throat while he comes up with an answer that doesn't quite make it out of his mouth.
"I love to cook." He says simply and stares sternly back at the student who blinks and opens his mouth to speak but closes his lips firmly, taking that as a 'too personal of a question'.
"What about you, what are you doing here?"
Kyungsoo looks up and shrugs his shoulders before slumping his body and pondering what he should say, considering he hasn't asked himself the same question yet.
"I have nothing better to do. My roommate always has his boyfriend over and since I'm out of school I only have my job and here to get away to. I've only made ramen my entire life so I thought I could try something else. Though it turns out I'm not cut out for it." Kyungsoo admits openly and he hears the latter laugh, a warm feeling pooling in Kyungsoo's stomach at the wonderful sound. Usually Jongin was strict and intimidating, there were only little times that anyone got to see their teacher relaxed.
"You'll get better in time, you've improved this past week but instead of staring at me you should be paying attention to class," Jongin muses.
Kyungsoo flushes and knows damn well that Jongin knows he's been staring, though neither have admitted it till now. "I-I don't,"
Jongin laughs again this time whole-kindheartedly shaking a hand through his hair and shaking his head back and forth. "I'm just messing with you so relax."
Kyungsoo notices Jongin's shoulders slump and it's the first time he's seen Jongin's posture so - not straight.
--
Smoke sounds the alarms and there are gasps and noises coming from the other students, Kyungsoo's eyes widening when he looks over to ovens and it isn't a surprise that the smell and sight of gray that covers the classroom is coming from his. "I'm so sorry!" He shouts over the sound of chatting and worried whispers, moving over and pulling the oven open and repeatedly using his apron to spread the smoke out before it became too much for humans to breathe.
He looks over to see a more than bemused teacher with arms crossed over his chest.
"Shit." He he breathes out, and moments later the water-flow switch is on and rain showers over everyone and then there are people rushing to leave the classroom with text books over their heads and Jongin stands at the front, soaking wet but he doesn't move and only stands until their staring at each other. No words were spoken for the next few minutes.
Jongin begins to move across the room and Kyungsoo shrinks, drawing back shyly and lowering his head. "I didn't mean to-"
He backs up against the wall behind him when Jongin gets closer and only closer until his hand plants beside Kyungsoo's ear and keeps him against the wall and corners him. They stand their soaking wet but the system stops after five minutes and the room smells like smoke, albeit Kyungsoo isn't really breathing in the first place.
Kyungsoo swallows and feels Jongin lean over, noses inches apart and Kyungsoo's lungs are shaking for air when he opens his mouth to breathe, as if he didn't know he wasn't for the past six minutes.
"You made another mess," the teacher grits through his teeth and Kyungsoo is still having trouble breathing.
"I'll clean it up," Kyungsoo murmurs and he motions that he's going to move but Jongin grows obnoxiously closer and stops him, breath fanning against a pale cheek and Kyungsoo's heart is going to burst inside.
"Right after I do something I've been waiting to do." The man says and leans in, lips grazing only slightly before Kyungsoo makes the initial move without even hesitating, and captures Jongin's lips with his own. It's sensual and slow, almost shy when Jongin presses harder and Kyungsoo moans.
The latter takes a step back and in that moment they catch their breaths, panting when the tension is far more than smokey. Kyungsoo bites his lip and swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, shaky breath when he tries to gather his thoughts that continue to become far more unclear by the second.
Jongin stares for a moment before he waits, allows Kyungsoo to catch his breath. Kyungsoo lifts his head and before he can say anything Jongin takes him by the lips again and takes his breath away. Kyungsoo's eyes close again and he wraps his arms tightly around Jongin's neck to bring him closer, back hitting against the wall roughly when Jongin puts his hands on him, traveling up and down Kyungsoo's sides, exploring swiftly.
"Wait," Kyungsoo breaths and pushes Jongin back by his shoulders, sweat forming on his brow and hair a mess when they pull back. "Slow." He he mutters under his breath and Jongin nods his head, coughing the silence away when he draws back.
"So dinner, my place?" Jongin asks and for the first time Kyungsoo sees Jongin blush and slump his shoulders for the second time.
Kyungsoo nods. "I don't have to cook, right?"
Jongin smiles and takes Kyungsoo's hand bravely in his own. "No, dinner is on me tonight."
Genre: Romance, fluff
Rating: PG-13
Length: One-Shot
Warning: Minor cursing
Pairing: KaiSoo > Do Kyungsoo x Kim Jongin
Summary: submitted by yaoijaesuschrist at awful-aus - “you teach a cooking class and i’m the worst student you’ve ever had” AU
Author's Note: smh
Kyungsoo fits the apron over his head and feels the long thick cloth fall to the side before he grips both strings, connected to the apron itself and he proceeds to tie the strings tight around his body in hopes his apron wouldn't get in the way like last time. He recalled mixing batter and at that spur of the moment the aprons strings had not been tied tight enough, apron loose and falling in front of him while he loses his grip on the bowl he's holding and it tips over on the counter and spills not only on his shoes but half the side of his shirt where the apron should have been to catch the mixture.
The sound of the door opening is familiar and he doesn't have to look up to know that it is his cooking instructor, the notorious Kim Jongin and critical cook who although holds beauty and grace, has the mouth of a sailor. He keeps his head low and focuses on feeling the large knot behind him, making sure to tug in the right spots to make sure the accident didn't occur again.
"Class, get to your stations."
His voice is thick and low and he can already tell the teacher has rolled out of bed on the wrong side, and he doesn't know what to expect when he glances up to see stern eyes bore into his soul, a pitter-patter sound of nervousness coming from his heart and he quickly moves into positions and listens to the chattering die down. As much as everyone thinks it is fun to cook, things need to be serious when Jongin enters the room, unless they want to stand in the hallway for a good ten minutes, reciting a few rules plastered on every corner of the room. Kyungsoo swallows and looks up ahead to the front of the classroom where Jongin stands and he follows the gazes of his students, then pointing to the board behind him.
"Today we will be studying how to make soybean curd with rice, we will start with the basics and work up from there."
Kyungsoo watches Jongin's back, gazing intently at the muscles that work under his teacher's white, albeit see-through shirt that tightens around small wrists and gradually loosen around the curve of his body. Kyungsoo is too entranced with Jongin that he doesn't hear the whispers and he can smell the aggravation seeping off of his teacher when he is stared down in his daydream state.
"What did I just share with the class?"
Kyungsoo is dumbfounded and awe struck by the attention on him when he snaps out of it and comes to, gaze flickering to the stares and back to the front of the room, lips tight in a thin line.
"What?"
The teacher sneers and even scoffs, a sign that he has somewhat of an attitude - one that many others have already seen since the first day. "I just explained to the class that while the ingredients are simple, we have to be careful using the right ingredients. I'm sure you would have known that if you paid attention."
Kyungsoo's cheeks flush a light pink and he does a double-take while his index and thumb finger rub together nervously behind his back and he bows, a moment of silence for his mistake. "I'm sorry for not paying attention, I won't do it again." Kyungsoo murmurs and Jongin acknowledges it if not accepts his apology. Jongin turns back to the board and starts where he left off.
Kyungsoo pays attention now, if not for the fact that he was fortunate enough to be allowed to stay in the classroom instead of the hall, an empty hallway smelling like fresh paint and a silence that kills from the inside and eats at you every second.
--
"Mr. D.O, what did I tell you about handling the knife?" Jongin says and Kyungsoo is suddenly aware of how close his teacher is, his hands shake and he tries to keep the knife in his hand when he feels a hot breath against his neck, a tingling sensation that he shouldn't be feeling.
Kyungsoo tries to focus on his posture and how he holds the knife but all thoughts and all memories of how to hold a damn knife are gone like the wind, wiped like a rug from under him and he almost drops the knife. Almost, though he catches his grip when Jongin moves in a circle around him, watches with keen eyes.
"Sorry," Kyungsoo sputters and fixes his fingers until their in the right position, but the look he gets from his teacher says nothing of the sort.
"Don't be nervous, I'm here to help." Jongin says and Kyungsoo can only swallow down the nervousness bubbling in his throat and nod meekly, toes curling when he begins to chop the vegetables but feels the pressure behind him.
That's kind of hard to believe when you're breathing down my neck, Kyungsoo spits fire inside his own thoughts, a pool of embarrassment, confusion and anger.
"Do it like this." The taller, looming figure says and Kyungsoo looks up to watch, feels the man's hands take one of his own and physically show him how to cut the vegetables, moreover Kyungsoo isn't paying attention and Jongin pretends not to notice.
"Okay?"
Kyungsoo nods slowly and goes back to cutting on his own only he's still doing it wrong, a long ragged sigh followed by the sound of footsteps growing quieter by the second. Kyungsoo shrugs, he's not that into cooking anyway.
--
Jongin knows how bad of a student Kyungsoo is and he doesn't know why Kyungsoo bothers with cooking, moreover he understands those who are tone deaf still sing despite their inexperience. He asks Kyungsoo to stay after at the end of their Friday class, corners him rather when other students rush out to leave the two alone whilst Kyungsoo tries to escape the glare sent his way.
Kyungsoo is awkward, standing against the counter of the cooking area rather than in the back where he usually is, watching Jongin - his instructor, wipe the board down.
"Why are you teaching people how to cook? Doesn't it get boring to cook the same thing over and over again, every year for the rest of your life?" Kyungsoo dares to ask amidst the awkward silence, palm under his chin and supporting the weight of his head when his elbow is propped on the marble table. It needs to be cleaned, he thinks rubbing his elbow tenderly before setting it down again.
The instructor seems to hesitate before he turns to his student and clears his throat while he comes up with an answer that doesn't quite make it out of his mouth.
"I love to cook." He says simply and stares sternly back at the student who blinks and opens his mouth to speak but closes his lips firmly, taking that as a 'too personal of a question'.
"What about you, what are you doing here?"
Kyungsoo looks up and shrugs his shoulders before slumping his body and pondering what he should say, considering he hasn't asked himself the same question yet.
"I have nothing better to do. My roommate always has his boyfriend over and since I'm out of school I only have my job and here to get away to. I've only made ramen my entire life so I thought I could try something else. Though it turns out I'm not cut out for it." Kyungsoo admits openly and he hears the latter laugh, a warm feeling pooling in Kyungsoo's stomach at the wonderful sound. Usually Jongin was strict and intimidating, there were only little times that anyone got to see their teacher relaxed.
"You'll get better in time, you've improved this past week but instead of staring at me you should be paying attention to class," Jongin muses.
Kyungsoo flushes and knows damn well that Jongin knows he's been staring, though neither have admitted it till now. "I-I don't,"
Jongin laughs again this time whole-kindheartedly shaking a hand through his hair and shaking his head back and forth. "I'm just messing with you so relax."
Kyungsoo notices Jongin's shoulders slump and it's the first time he's seen Jongin's posture so - not straight.
--
Smoke sounds the alarms and there are gasps and noises coming from the other students, Kyungsoo's eyes widening when he looks over to ovens and it isn't a surprise that the smell and sight of gray that covers the classroom is coming from his. "I'm so sorry!" He shouts over the sound of chatting and worried whispers, moving over and pulling the oven open and repeatedly using his apron to spread the smoke out before it became too much for humans to breathe.
He looks over to see a more than bemused teacher with arms crossed over his chest.
"Shit." He he breathes out, and moments later the water-flow switch is on and rain showers over everyone and then there are people rushing to leave the classroom with text books over their heads and Jongin stands at the front, soaking wet but he doesn't move and only stands until their staring at each other. No words were spoken for the next few minutes.
Jongin begins to move across the room and Kyungsoo shrinks, drawing back shyly and lowering his head. "I didn't mean to-"
He backs up against the wall behind him when Jongin gets closer and only closer until his hand plants beside Kyungsoo's ear and keeps him against the wall and corners him. They stand their soaking wet but the system stops after five minutes and the room smells like smoke, albeit Kyungsoo isn't really breathing in the first place.
Kyungsoo swallows and feels Jongin lean over, noses inches apart and Kyungsoo's lungs are shaking for air when he opens his mouth to breathe, as if he didn't know he wasn't for the past six minutes.
"You made another mess," the teacher grits through his teeth and Kyungsoo is still having trouble breathing.
"I'll clean it up," Kyungsoo murmurs and he motions that he's going to move but Jongin grows obnoxiously closer and stops him, breath fanning against a pale cheek and Kyungsoo's heart is going to burst inside.
"Right after I do something I've been waiting to do." The man says and leans in, lips grazing only slightly before Kyungsoo makes the initial move without even hesitating, and captures Jongin's lips with his own. It's sensual and slow, almost shy when Jongin presses harder and Kyungsoo moans.
The latter takes a step back and in that moment they catch their breaths, panting when the tension is far more than smokey. Kyungsoo bites his lip and swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, shaky breath when he tries to gather his thoughts that continue to become far more unclear by the second.
Jongin stares for a moment before he waits, allows Kyungsoo to catch his breath. Kyungsoo lifts his head and before he can say anything Jongin takes him by the lips again and takes his breath away. Kyungsoo's eyes close again and he wraps his arms tightly around Jongin's neck to bring him closer, back hitting against the wall roughly when Jongin puts his hands on him, traveling up and down Kyungsoo's sides, exploring swiftly.
"Wait," Kyungsoo breaths and pushes Jongin back by his shoulders, sweat forming on his brow and hair a mess when they pull back. "Slow." He he mutters under his breath and Jongin nods his head, coughing the silence away when he draws back.
"So dinner, my place?" Jongin asks and for the first time Kyungsoo sees Jongin blush and slump his shoulders for the second time.
Kyungsoo nods. "I don't have to cook, right?"
Jongin smiles and takes Kyungsoo's hand bravely in his own. "No, dinner is on me tonight."