𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟑 | baekhyun

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

                        

             BAEKHYUN LOVED FOOD, always had. He would sometimes daydream of the past, his childhood, and the memories he had of his lovely mother. She was an excellent cook — just like she was excellent in mainly everything possible —known as the best in their village. But unfortunately, he was not able to truthfully and with pride, tell everyone how he too was a big success in the kitchen — or in anything at all for that matter. He was rather terrible, almost embarrassingly so. Therefore he couldn't take Sihyeon's request seriously even if he tried his hardest — considering how he could've done about anything for her.

She stood in front of him in the kitchen he and the others had been told not to snoop around in. He was still on his guard, ready for a sudden outburst from Esmeralda and her deathly frying pan, for he had with his own eyes witnessed its consequences.

"Am I asking too much of you?"

Baekhyun nearly whipped his head to the side to meet the eyes of Sihyeon, as she chewed on her lower lip. The doubtful look on her face paired with her words made him feel a slightly embarrassed, especially considering it was her they were coming from. The precious women of his dreams, the one who could order him to do practically anything, the one who he wanted to impress so dearly.

"No!" He said, shaking his head.

Sohyeon couldn't help but smile at his sudden reaction, she thought he was cute standing there in a dress shirt in a similar purple color as her floral dress. His hair still appeared a little wild, characteristic bed hair. He had yet to comb through it and Sihyeon found herself loving it and believing it to be suiting him, hoping he wouldn't feel the need to look well-managed in front of her.

"I was thinking of making pancakes." She mumbled and smiled at Baekhyuns's surprised raise of his eyebrows. "Yeojun mentioned how he always has pancakes for breakfast. . .back home."

Baekhyun did everything in his willpower to not show the distaste he had for that name coming out of his dream women's mouth. He didn't want to trouble her with his own problems, problems caused and inflated by jealousy. But oh did the anger burn inside of him, like a burning fire spreading from the pit of his stomach, slipping its slithering arms around his being.  It made him unsettling.

He found himself standing beside Sihyeon, pouring flour in a bucket in front of him, all giddy from the warmth radiating from her body so close to his. He couldn't help but glance at her beautiful face from time to time, nervous to lock eyes with her and having to shy away boyishly. He felt like a disoriented teenager.

Sihyeon hummed along to the song playing on the vinyl player. "Can you pass me a ladle?" She singed.

Baekhyun immediately turned around, frantically searching for the item asked for. He could hear Sihyeon laugh softly when he tripped over the stool standing invisible beside the kitchen table, hoping it was a laugh of amusement and not annoyance. After passing her the ladle, having a heart attack as their fingers touched ever so lightly and sending sparkles through his body, he just stood there waiting for orders. Some minutes passed before Sihyeon decided it was best if the nervous boy — or man — sat down at the stool, away from any possible accidents. And so he did. At first, Baekhyun shamelessly admired her gorgeous behind, feeling how butterflies erupted in his stomach, tickling him. But soon he found himself disgusted by his outrageous behavior and instead proceeded to listen to Sihyeon explaining her movements, eyes now on the open window.

"So. . ." Sihyeon sat on the counter beside the stove, dangling her bare legs and observing, or rather supervising, Baekhyun as he was frying the pancakes. For it being his first time, she thought he was doing quite an excellent job. "How are you liking it here? In San Marino I mean. Have you ever been abroad before, ever left South Korea?"