Antique Bakery's journey: Of feverish kiss and the sweet of the cake
Of feverish kiss and the sweet of the cake
Author: kirrita or vesperbellilith
Fandom: Antique Bakery Movie
Starring: Joo Ji Hoon (as Ji-Hyuk) and Kim Jae Wook (as Sun-Woo)
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Warning: UNBETAED! Grammar mistakes!
A/N: You guys have to watch the movie first "Antique Bakery". This ish my OLD old fanfiction, it was written for about a year ago? and was published at Facebook. This Fiction Took Place a Couple of Month after The Movie Has Ended
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08.00 am at Antique Cake Shop.
It’s raining, oh how I hate rainy days so much…
“AAH-CHOOO!!!!”
*snorts*
See? That’s why I hate it, because I can get a cold so much easily in the weather like this. Beside, rain and cloudy days had never been in a good terms with me to deal with. Somehow the dark gray colored clouds bring back the memories of the terrifying kidnapping tragedy that happened to me when I was still a little child. It reminds me of those painful days. Even though I’ve tried so hard to forget it, but it always still remembered… haunting me over and over again for worst…
“Ji-Hyuk, are you sick?” until a cold palm of someone’s hand placed on my forehead for all the sudden and thus distracted me off of my thoughts. There, my one and only employee, a guy who claimed him self as a ‘Gay with Demonic Charm’…how silly! Oh God, I think I missed Su-young and Gi-beom for somehow ToT
“Tch! I’m okay and I’m not sick!” I said with a slight of annoyance form towards the man before me as I harshly slapped his soft hands off from my sacred forehead.
Eh? Did I just arrange ‘his hands’ and ‘soft’ in one sentence?
Nah… Of course not… I think I just feel a little bit dizzy….
“Ashhh, but you don’t have to be that rude… I’m just asking…” oh here goes that infamous curled pouty lips (well at least that’s what all the man whom head over heels to him said so). Gah, as if it’ll works for me! I’m not interested with gay!
Hey!! I’m straight!! Straightly as a pole!!
“Just go back to the kitchen and do your job before the customers come!”
“But your forehead is hot and your face grew red. Ji-hyuk I think you have a cold…”
“I‘m NOT SICK nor I have a freaking god damn cold! I am a man of steel! Now go back to the kitchen!”
“…”
“What are you still waiting for? Shoo! Shoo!”
Then Sun-Woo turned his body around and slowly walking to the kitchen’s entrance and suddenly stop right in front of the door and looked at me from his shoulder.
“Ji-hyuk… Don’t push your self too hard…”
“Gah! How much do I have to tell you?! I said I’M OKAY AND I’M NOT SIC-AAAACHHOOO!!!!”
*snorts*
Damn… T_T
And I could hear some giggles coming from the kitchen… TT^TT
***T^T***
“See? I told ya!!!! I told ya! I told ya! I told-ubh” Sun-woo stop his blabbering soon as I throw him a pillow which perfectly landed on his face.
“Arhh.. Shut up Sun-woo!” I groaned as I feel my headache starts to eating me up every time I speak, or hearing anything. Everything seems so hazardous, spinning in a circular motion with no end. Argghh my head might be blown up soon! This cold is really eating me alive! Hell, I got a GAWDDAMN FEVER!!! And here I am, laid helplessly on my bed, even bed were no longer feeling comfortable. I’m like a giant steamed crab serves in a fluffy hot plate. I’m all red.
On the other hand, Sun-woo slowly remove the pillow from his face and take a look at me with concern… his perfectly shaped eyebrows is knitted together.
“I’d told you before. You’re sick and you push your self too hard yesterday… See? It’s getting worse, your fever is on high temperature, you have to take a total bed rest and…”
“Shut up! You’re not even my mom…” I snapped.
“Yeah right…” Sun-woo rolled his eyes, “I’ll make you some porridge okay? You have to eat and take your medicine.” Sun-woo stepped out from my bedroom and off to the kitchen. A moment latter I could hear a soft sounds of vegetable being chopped, and a sounds which I disguised as a boiling water, and not until a second latter an amazing aroma of chicken stock and fresh ginger spread through the entire of my small house and it prodded down to fill my nostrils. Thus makes my minds began to wonder…
Since when did Sun-woo could come in to my house whenever he wants? Since when did he could use all my house facilities this freely? Since when did he get my house spare key? Or to be exact, why did I have such a comfortable trust upon him to have my spare key? Since when…?
And then I feel my eye lids are so heavy…
“I hate cakes!”
“I hate sweets!”
“ Up until now I can’t really ever tasted any sweets properly…”
-Can anyone be unhappy while eating cakes?-
Blaah! I become unhappy whenever I see ones!
-we have all craved for cake in our happiest moments-
But not mine!! The moment when I eat those cakes was the moment my life turned into a living hell!!!
-Just like Opera, a fragrant coconut flavor, rich ganache, all mixed with the savory taste of almond powder creates the perfect harmony of flavors. But be careful, once you’re hooked, all of your sense and even your soul will never forget that rich taste of perfections. It is a curious addiction. You will go to the end of the world in search of those flavors…-
Cu..rious addiction??! What do you mean by that?!
How can I get those flavors of perfections?!
- They are no longer mere flavors, but more a lingering voice forever engraved in your mind…-
Hey you didn’t tell me yet! Hey! Tell me…
..
...
“..yuk…”
Someone shook my shoulders, someone is calling me…
“Ji-Hyuk, wake up, hey?!”
I slowly open my eyes, it’s so bright and then I see him, I see Sun-Woo’s smile.
So… sweet. Sweet?
“Hey, do not sleep yet. Here’s your chicken porridge and your medicine…” and then he touch my forehead with his soft palms, “Omo… It’s still hot…”
Random questions starts to dancing in my thoughts again… Since when did I no longer afraid of him to be this close to me, and to touch me? Don’t I a homophobic person? I never like any ‘gay’ to touch me… never. I always avoid any skin contact with him back then.
I have my porridge all finished, and take my medicine while Sun-Woo moved the empty dishes to a nightstand beside my bed.
“So, how’s the porridge?”
“Huh?” I raise one of my brows…
“The tastes, how was it?” he enthusiastically asks me a question with his smile still plastered on his face. “I put all my Love in it, can you feel it? I bet the taste was great right? hehe”
I stared at him, for quite long time, and mumbling in a low tone “…but that wasn’t the flavor I’m looking for…”
“Ehh? What? Did you say anyth--“ before he could even finished his sentence, I already pull his chin and landed my lips into his. His eyes widened, the kiss felt so warm, I think it’s because of my fever. And right between this feverish kiss, I soon realize that I think…
“I finally found ‘my flavor of perfections’…” I said as I broke the kiss.
He stared at me, blushing so hard, he’s checks now are even redder than mine fever face. I could see a glint of moist in his eyes. “Sun-Woo, I would like to eat your cakes…” then I know he really is crying when a pair of lithe arms suddenly warped around my neck in a tight hug and his small shoulders were shaking against my bigger one.
I guess I’m ready to taste the sweets. Sweets that coming from the cakes, and the sweets that are coming from…
Hey!! I’m straight!!
But I think it was…
-Do you still wish to try a slice? (Jean-Baptise Evan)-
~FIN~