his favorite recipe (oneshot)

[thisismylastlie]

his favorite recipe
kaisoo (jongin/kyungsoo). +side!hunhan.
pg-13.
au. romance. humor. fluff.
oneshot/~4200w.

Start with an unlucky boy. Add in a shitty best friend, a dreadful baking class, and its adorable teacher assistant. Stir, and you have Jongin's unconventional love life in the form of a deformed cake.


a/n: it's another baking!au but you can blame this really awesome blogger (her edits are amazing omg) for the idea that I kept eying. didn't think I'd finish the fic, but since I did  --  enjoy? :) oh, I twisted her prompt to make Kyungsoo the teacher aid because umm I feel like Kyungsoo is too young to be the teacher ;A; and I think it gives me more room to work with?

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really, it's all jongin's fault.

you see, if jongin had only known that befriending luhan that fateful autumn day would lead to disasters like this, he would have hauled his ass out of that classroom before ever touching his seat. but alas, he was completely unaware that behind the seemingly innocent, pretty face was an insane boy.

an insane boy who coerced him - and by coerce, he means blackmail because luhan knows jongin too well and it's not jongin's fault he likes to sleep naked, even with guests over - into taking a baking class.

no, not even a cooking class, where he can maintain a shred of his dignity - if even that was left - because in cooking class, there's a chance of learning something manly, like fried chicken.

baking class. baking as in cakes, muffins, brownies, the whole lot of incredibly unmanly foods that jongin doesn't even really eat.

"you can go fuck yourself," jongin grumbles as he's being dragged across the hallway to find the classroom, luhan previously yacking about how 'baking is a good skill to have' and 'it's really not that girly'.

"I have sehun for that," luhan replies smartly, and jongin immediately yanks his arm free from luhan because ew he does not care for the sex life of his two best friends.

another reason why this entire thing is actually jongin's fault is that he's the one who set up luhan with sehun in the first place. sure, he thought it would be a total bust and would end up funny, but it takes an idiot to not see that the two had the hots for each other since the start.

point being, jongin is stupid and therefore deserves every outcome for his actions.

including baking class.

with luhan.

never quiet, always smiling, too happy luhan.

jongin finds himself eying a whisk and wondering how much damage he could inflict upon himself before class starts so he can get out of here.

luhan sees him eying said whisk and hits him over the head with a mitten. "it'll be fun!" he repeats for the nth time, and jongin thinks he's actually just trying to convince himself of the obviously untrue statement. "we get to learn how to bake cakes and stuff! it's like free food, too!"

"I don't even like cake," jongin deadpans.

luhan's face drops, and his once cheery expression is replaced with one of apathy. "yeah, well, I don't care because sehun does and we are doing this class to make those goddamn cakes because there is no way I am losing sehun to that woman all because she can cook."

jongin blinks. "wait, are you talking about his mom -"

"she is trying to steal my sehun with her cookies, and I know it! I will not let her win!" luhan continues, yanking an apron over his head.

jongin feels like crying because luhan is crazy and he's stuck with him for the next hour and they're in a fucking baking class.

oh, and did jongin mention they're the only ones with balls in this class? literally. they're the only males in sight.

he's about to reach over for the whisk when the door flies open and in stumbles an awkward figure fumbling with what seems to be recipe books and papers. everyone watches, but no one helps as he almost trips over an apron that had fallen to the ground.

jongin wants to laugh, but it's kind of pathetic just like this entire situation.

when he reaches the front of the room, everyone thinks he's the teacher and their eyes grow as round as his. but then an older man with a cooking outfit and everything appears, and the class relaxes.

"hello, class. I'm chef lee, and I will be your instructor for this class. this here is my talented assistant, do kyungsoo, who will be helping me." he gestures over to the bright red boy who seems to be trying to organize the papers but ridiculously failing.

the entire time chef lee is introducing the class and its criteria (blah, blah, blah, jongin thinks because he really doesn't give a rat's ass about this class at all), jongin can't stop looking at the boy in the corner. his hair is short, his face small and young, his eyes as wide as saucers, and his lips perfectly shaped.

jongin chuckles despite himself because he's actually not that bad-looking, and maybe this class got a little bit more interesting.

unfortunately, jongin laughs at the wrong moment, because soon, he hears, "sir, is there something funny about the fire risks in this class?"

his head immediately turns back to the teacher and he shakes his head. "no, of course not. fires are not funny. you know... only you can prevent wild - I mean, classroom fires. and all that... stuff," he finishes lamely, and he can hear giggling in the room but he ignores it.

the class continues rather boringly and their first assignment is to bake a cupcake. luhan is eager to fetch the ingredients from the front, so jongin lets him do all the work in the beginning.

"ahem," chef lee says, frowning down. "where is your bowl, mister...?"

"kim. kim jongin," he replies hurriedly, because jongin - despite the arrogant aura about him - is actually just your typical goody-two-shoes boy who would never disrespect a teacher.

"mister kim," chef lee finishes.

"oh, I was going to work with luhan, but -"

"this isn't a partner assignment, mister kim. so please get started." chef lee then walks away and says something to kyungsoo, who is watching over some other students.

jongin is grumbling to himself about cakes and stupid friends and 'what the hell, the flour and sugar look the same' when a soft voice pokes through his thoughts.

"hi." jongin spins around, almost dropping his stick of butter when he hears the assistant's voice.

"that's margarine," kyungsoo then says, frowning. he leans over - he smells like strawberries oh my gosh, jongin thinks - and grabs the right ingredient. "here's butter." he's smiling brightly and jongin thinks he's never been so happy to have butter before in his life.

jongin shuffles back to the table, juggling the ingredients, and see's luhan's already almost done with his batter.

"hey, can I use your leftover batt-"

"no."

jongin's jaw drops in disbelief. he spends over a hundred bucks on this class - yes, he had to actually pay for this hour of hell - just for luhan and his stupid insecurities, and his best friend won't even spare him batter?!

"but -"

"no."

"why -"

"because I am going to use all of it for the cupcakes."

"we're only making two!" jongin exclaims.

"I can just keep it and take it home."

"keep it in what?" jongin asks, exasperated.

luhan shrugs. "a plastic bag or something."

jongin wants to scream and tear his hair out, but decides to instead start on his own batter, since his selfish ex-best-friend-because-real-friends-share-batter is being, well, selfish.

turns out jongin really can't cook or do anything correctly because he gets egg shells stuck in the flour and he's trying to pick them out with his hand. and right when chef lee shows up.

"my goodness, boy, it's just cracking an egg," chef lee says, shaking his head. "here, let me show you." he does so perfectly, clean and crisp, and jongin watches as if it were sorcery.

"now you try," he says again, handing him an egg. "just drop it into this bowl."

jongin tries to do what the chef showed him, but ends up squishing the egg in his hand. and he can honestly say... it sucked. a lot. and it was really gross.

chef lee stares at him for a long moment, and jongin's sure he's questioning his intelligence. then he walks away and says something to kyungsoo again while jongin continues stirring the batter (a crunchy cupcake sounds good, he reasons).

at the end of class, they leave one cupcake in the class refrigerator and are allowed to bring the other home. luhan is doing something around the back of the room where the toppings and frostings are, and jongin doesn't want to know.

while waiting for his overly gay best friend to finish up, chef lee approaches him.

"jongin... it seems to me you don't want to be here."

duh. "umm, no, sir. I like this class," jongin lies through his teeth.

chef lee doesn't buy it, but doesn't argue either. "well, either way, you obviously need help with your cooking skills - or, rather, your lack thereof."

jongin doesn't like where this is going.

"so I'm going to have kyungsoo teach you after class. you can speak to him tomorrow about setting up tutoring sessions, but I do think you need the help."

jongin stares at the chef's leaving back and wonders if he can feel his despair. more baking?! jongin wails internally.

"on the bright side, I put a heart on sehun's cupcake! look! it's pink!"

jongin wonders if it's too late to get a refund for this class.

the next day, they get their feedback for their cupcakes. luhan's is given a 'passable' mark, but luhan doesn't seem to mind because apparently sehun loved it. meanwhile, jongin's is given a frowny face, and frankly, he's quite glad there are no words (it'd probably be 'yuck' if there were).

they're baking a muffin today, and jongin almost cries when he sees the familiar pan.

he's putting on his apron when kyungsoo appears, biting his lips.

"hi."

jongin glances over. "hey."

"so chef told me I was supposed to, uh, tutor you," he starts off, and there's a faint flush on his face that jongin finds cute.

"yeah, I guess so. do I really have to, though?" he asks, because he really doesn't want to.

kyungsoo shakes his head. "you really don't. I mean, there's no grade for this class, so you can't fail. but I think chef wants it because after he ate your cupcake, he left the room for ten minutes with a blank look on his face."

jongin is torn between finding that funny and sad.

"besides, baking is fun," kyungsoo continues, and his voice is cheerier this time. "don't you think?" he looks at jongin expectantly.

jongin would laugh but kyungsoo just looks too cute. "sure," he lies, just to see kyungsoo smile a little wider. (it's worth it.)

"and it's even funner when you bake good stuff," kyungsoo finishes, beaming now.

"I guess," jongin replies, but he's not really paying attention to the words, just kyungsoo's face.

"I'm available wednesdays and thursdays after class. is that okay?"

"sure," jongin replies with a smile.

kyungsoo smiles shyly back. "okay then." he turns to leave, and accidentally runs into a boy with a bag of flour in his arms. it's a mess of powder, and kyungsoo is muttering profuse sorry's while jongin stifles a laugh behind his hand.

it occurs to jongin that kyungsoo is probably the best part of this class.

his muffin isn't graded any better and jongin finally agrees that maybe those after-class lessons would be beneficial after all.

(okay, not really, he just really thinks kyungsoo is cute and clumsy, and would love to have him alone for thirty minutes.)

class is boring because luhan is too focused in his baking to even spare jongin a glance. and he's also muttering things, 'sehun' one of the few words jongin can make out, and it's quite creepy.

when the teacher dismisses them, jongin stays behind. luhan stops, confused.

"what are you doing?" he asks, holding a heart shaped cookie inbetween a napkin.

"I have lessons afterwards," jongin replies with a shrug.

luhan eyes him.

"what?"

"lessons? afterwards? you don't even like lessons during class."

"yeah, but apparently I suck so much that it's not really a choice." he can't help but let his eyes dart to kyungsoo, who is cleaning up a small mess in the front.

luhan notices and a sly grin crosses his lips, and jongin suddenly wishes the luhan who didn't pay attention was back.

"you have a choice," luhan teases. "you choose that cute assistant~ he's helping you, isn't he?"

"yes, but -"

"his butt is nice."

jongin groans.

luhan snickers before playfully nudging jongin, "go get him," and skipping out the door.

quietly wishing for luhan's demise, jongin turns back to kyungsoo, who's now waiting for him with a recipe book in his hands. he walks over and sits beside kyungsoo, peeking over his shoulder. "is that what we're making?"

kyungsoo almost jumps at jongin's close proximity, practically falling back. jongin puts an arm behind him to make sure he doesn't fall.

"oh, no," he answers quickly, ears red. "that's too advanced for you."

jongin would be offended, except not really.

"we're going to make cookies, since the ingredients are all here from today."

jongin frowns. more cookies?

"it'll be fun, though. I promise. I'll also help you crack an egg," kyungsoo says, and jongin foolishly believes him because kyungsoo's smile is too sweet to not trust.

it's two weeks later and jongin still hates baking class, still wants to murder luhan in his sleep, still mixes up flour and sugar when they aren't labeled, and is still generally unlucky.

however, he forgets all of his misfortunes on wednesday because kyungsoo has only gotten cuter over the last few days. just yesterday, he walked around class with flour on his nose, and jongin gave himself the pleasure of wiping it off (and enjoying the blush that came along with it).

it's their fifth tutoring session together, and jongin is actually kind of excited (although his manly heart will never admit to it) because kyungsoo said he had a surprise for them today.

as luhan leaves, he makes kissy faces and jongin swears he will spit in luhan's batter tomorrow.

jongin clenches his fist and he swears it's ten degrees hotter with just kyungsoo and him in the room. he's maybe just a little bit nervous because he's noticed the way kyungsoo stares at him when he thinks he's not looking, and the way kyungsoo licks his lips when jongin is focused (well, as focused as jongin ever is with baking).

he's pretty sure kyungsoo is finally going to admit his undying love for jongin, when -

"surprise!"

jongin blinks.

"that's -"

"it's your own apron!" kyungsoo says, and he's grinning ear from ear. jongin tries to smile, but he's a little (read: a lot) disappointed. "I saw this on sale at the store and I thought it looked so cute, and I immediately thought of you. it's pororo!"

"you thought of me when you saw something cute?" jongin asks, unable to keep the hope out of his voice.

kyungsoo smiles shyly and dips his head. "w-well you also remind me of krong, so..."

jongin laughs, letting it stay there because he shouldn't tease his potential boyfriend this much - yet.

he feels a little better, and he even smiles when kyungsoo ties the apron around him.

he's sure he looks stupid with a bright blue apron on with pororo's face, but hey - at least kyungsoo's happy.

it happens on a thursday.

kyungsoo is bending over the oven, waiting expectantly for the cake to finish baking. (it's their first cake together, and even jongin is sort of proud.)

jongin is leaning back and totally not checking out kyungsoo's ass. totally.

when the timer rings, kyungsoo is a little too excited to take out the cake. jongin thinks it's endearing, because kyungsoo has gone from somewhat professional to a complete(ly adorable) dork around him.

he takes out the pan with the mitts, but he accidentally lets part of it touch his skin. he hisses in pain, letting go of the tray immediately once it's over the table. jongin straightens and leans over to help kyungsoo.

"are you okay?" he asks, frowning. he knows it must be normal for them to get burns, but this one seems painful. the skin on his hand is red and kyungsoo walks over to the sink, still wincing.

"yeah," he mumbles, rinsing warm water over it. "it'll be fine."

"are you sure?" jongin asks, and it sounds so silly because he's so stupidly worried. after all, luhan burnt his hand, too, but jongin didn't even bat a lash at that. but kyungsoo, who's not even complaining, makes jongin's stomach twist with worry. "can you still bake?"

kyungsoo laughs, and jongin relaxes a little. he turns around, wiping his hand with a towel delicately. "it's just a burn, jongin. we get these all of the time."

"still -"

"I'll be fine. now go choose a frosting for the cake," he says, waving the younger off.

jongin pouts, but agrees. he walks over to the frosting and picks out the strawberry one without hesitation. he wonders if he should grab some sprinkles or something, but decides against it. returning to the table, he sits beside kyungsoo.

"so how long do we wait for it to cool?" he asks, glancing from the cake to kyungsoo's face.

"probably ten minutes. maybe longer, though." kyungsoo looks over at the clock and notices it's already been almost an hour. "oh, did you have somewhere to go?" he asks, concern falling over his face.

jongin chuckles because kyungsoo has the best expressions. "no, I was just curious."

"are you sure? no parties or dates?"

jongin raises an eyebrow, amused. "why?" he asks, because even this seems to extend beyond the usually concerned kyungsoo. could it be that kyungsoo is jealous of the imaginary plans jongin might have?

kyungsoo bites his lips and looks away, back at the cake. "just curious," he says quietly with a shrug.

jongin smiles. "mhm."

"so you chose strawberry frosting," kyungsoo says, trying to change the subject.

jongin chuckles. "yeah."

kyungsoo nods before sticking a finger into the frosting and picking up some. he takes an experiment lick and comments, "it's kind of sweet."

jongin isn't paying attention because kyungsoo is licking his fingers and well...

he can't help it. he leans forward without thinking and presses his lips to kyungsoo's. he feels the other's surprise, but smiles into the kiss when he doesn't pull away.

he smells and tastes of strawberries.

(his face is red like one, too.)

there are no classes on fridays, so jongin has to wait an entire three days to see kyungsoo. (kyungsoo stumbles out of the room babbling after the kiss, and jongin nevers gets his number... or to eat the cake, for that matter.)

he even gets to class early, not bothering to wait for luhan (who has left him plenty of times for sehun, anyway). he practically skips into the classroom, ready to see his kyungsoo again.

it's just too bad his kyungsoo is ignoring him.

at first, jongin thinks kyungsoo is in a rush and that's why he doesn't meet jongin's stare when he enters the room. but then he purposely stays in the back, purposely helps people on the opposite side of the room, purposely ignores him calling his name.

he even runs out of the room with the poor excuse of needing to use the restroom when chef lee calls him over to help jongin.

it gets to the point that luhan notices. luhan, who didn't even notice a small fire was going on due to a burnt bundt cake because he was too busy decorating his for sehun, singing under his breath.

"wow, what did you do?" he asks as he mixes his batter. "he's avoiding you like the plague."

jongin sighs. "I didn't do anything."

luhan rolls his eyes. "come on. usually you two are all over each other during class, and now he won't even look at you! something happened."

"nothing happened," jongin lies, turning his back on luhan because he hates that 'you're lying' look at he gives him.

thankfully, luhan leaves it alone and goes back to humming and mixing. jongin keeps glancing over at kyungsoo, desperate to get the other to just acknowledge him.

he plans on confronting kyungsoo after class, but he slips past the doors before chef lee even dismisses everyone.

jongin tries running after him, but he's long gone. with a huff, he turns and sees luhan, standing amusedly by the door.

"nothing happened," luhan repeats jongin's word mockingly. "yeah right."

"luhan -"

he's stopped when the older sighs deeply. "I can tell you where he went."

"what? how?" how uncharacteristically nice of you, jongin adds mentally.

"I pass by him on my way to theater. he sits outside of the performing arts building to eat lunch -"

jongin's off before luhan can finish.

"you're ignoring me."

it's not the most ideal of greetings, but jongin thinks it'll do because it gets kyungsoo's attention.

"jongin -"

"and right when we're supposed to be boyfriends," he continues, unable to keep himself from frowning slightly.

"b-boyfriends?" kyungsoo stammers, ears reddening.

"yes. I mean, we did kiss and all, and I don't just kiss anyone, you know," jongin says matter-of-factly, sliding into the seat across from kyungsoo.

kyungsoo flushes from the memory, and jongin wishes he'd stop finding everything the other did cute.

"but you have a boyfriend," kyungsoo replies, shaking his head as he stares down at the table and chewing on his lower lip. jongin would find this endearing if it weren't for the words that fell right before.

"what?" he hasn't had a boyfriend since winter break, when his ex broke it off to go back with his highschool sweetheart. not that jongin even minded, because he was about to break up anyway.

"luhan, the boy who makes hearts all of the time," kyungsoo mumbles, and jongin is sure he isn't making up the sadness tinging his voice. it twists his heart and jongin almost laughs because, wow, he really likes kyungsoo.

he makes sure his words are gentle and patient, because despite the fact that him dating luhan is the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard (luhan is the bane of his existence, after all), he can see the way kyungsoo is playing with the hem of his shirt nervously, avoiding eye-contact.

"I'm not dating anyone," he answers softly. he sees kyungsoo peek up a bit, and he flashes him a reassuring smile. "luhan is my best friend. kind of. and he's dating my other best friend, which is why he forced me to take the baking class. he makes those hearts for his boyfriend, who is not me."

kyungsoo finally looks up. he waits a moment, hesitating, but jongin sees the faint smile playing his lips now. he thinks about smothering it in kisses.

"so... you're not dating anyone," kyungsoo repeats, and jongin laughs because kyungsoo is just too cute when he sounds so hopeful.

"no, but I'd like to date you."

there's a faint blush on kyungsoo's cheek; it's always there when jongin's around. "I don't know... what to say..."

"say you'll be my boyfriend," jongin replies simply, tilting his head as he stares at kyungsoo, who seems to be deep in thought.

he smiles, because everything about kyungsoo's face is just perfect to jongin.

his hair, short and simple, boyishly cute and perfect, even with flour in it; his eyes, widening to unthinkable sizes as he measures out ingredients perfectly; his nose that always crinkles whenever jongin makes a stupid mistake or says a greasy joke; and most importantly -

- his lips. lips that he could smother kisses and whispers into all day. but also lips that jongin could listen recite recipes and small stories all day, that drip laughter like chimes, that curves into smiles whenever jongin's around.

he just needs four words to seal the deal.

"I'll be your boyfriend."

jongin grins as he leans in to claim his prize.

"thank you."

luhan head whips up from his teen gossip magazine. "what did you just say?"

jongin rolls his eyes. "thank you -"

"hold on a minute," he interrupts. "sehun! get over here, and bring a camera! there's an alien!"

"alien?!" sehun yells from the other room.

"yes, jongin's mind has been taken over by an alien! now hurry so we can get proof before he destroys us both!"

jongin laughs humorlessly. "ha ha, very funny. no, really, though. thanks."

"for what?" luhan asks, eying him suspiciously as he slowly inches away.

"for bringing me along to your baking classes," jongin says, smiling as he remembers kyungsoo.

luhan stares. "oh my god. you're with that assistant, aren't you." it's not even a question.

jongin grins. "yep."

"I can't belie-"

"where's the alien?!" sehun asks, crashing into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist, dripping water with a camera in his hand.

"nevermind. jongin just got a boyfriend."

"oh." sehun is no longer as excited.

"yeah. well, congrat - wait a minute, my strawberry syrup went missing the other day, and - ewwww, Jongin!"

said boy smirks.

"he's pretty sweet in bed, too."

jongin cackles as he retreats to his room, the complaints of luhan and sehun (the former for his syrup, the latter about aliens) fill his ears like music. turns out jongin's not so unlucky after all.

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a/n:
- unbetaed because it's late ;A; seriously cranked this out in like two hours and omg my brain is dead.
- will look over this tomorrow morning or something for tense changes, grammar, typos, etc.
- I will stop writing in lowercase letters by my next story lol sorry, I just really like writing this way. it's calming?
- I'm sorry there aren't more moments with them cooking otl I had to cram in that one just so there'd be one. it's just that I dunno much about actually baking and I wanted to finish this quickly.
- going off of the above note, I dunno how baking classes work lol sorry
- the kiss scene is shitty because I can't write kisses because I am the epitome of awkwardness and I have yet to learn how to write kisses appropriately.
- anonfeedme :) /loves constructive criticism. /lives off of it.
- and of course, thank you for reading ^^ (two fics in two days, huh)