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i love you i want us both to eat well
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: chef au? or cooking for a loved one in general
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
Anthony Bourdain
FILL: a hundred pitchers of honey
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Additional Tags: Fluff
Permission to remix: Please ask
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â–¢ 1 package (340 g) sundubu extra soft/silken tofu
â–¢ â…“ cup thinly sliced kimchi
â–¢ 85 g pork
â–¢ 1 to 3 teaspoons gochugaru
â–¢ 2 teaspoons minced garlic
â–¢ 1 tablespoon sesame oil use a little more if using more gochugaru
â–¢ 1 cup water or anchovy broth
â–¢ 2 to 3 tablespoons juice from kimchi
â–¢ 1/2 teaspoon saewujeot or salt to taste
â–¢ pinch black pepper
â–¢ 1 scallion, finely chopped
â–¢ 1 egg - optional
The first thing they teach in the class is how to hold the knife.
"Pinch the end with two fingers, then hold on to the handle," the woman says at the front of the room. Wonwoo follows along as she demonstrates. It's like learning the controls before playing the game, Wonwoo tells himself.
It's a basic Korean cooking class. His manager had asked him three times if he was sure that this is what he wanted to do but he'd insisted. He'd thought about Joshua to help him out but eventually the embarrassment had won out and he hadn't asked. Almost everyone he knows cooks "with feeling" which is nice for him when he is eating the food they'd made but not helpful for him in learning.
It's much easier for him when things are more precise and the instructions are clear. So, a cooking class. Now it's part of the official Seventeen schedule that Mijoo noona updates. It's listed only as "Wonwoo's solo schedule."
He knows Coups hyung knows what it is but he's not sure if the other hyungs or members know. They don't ask him or tease him about it, so maybe not. It's fine. This is his little secret for now.
He starts out at the back of the room but when their instructor realizes how poor his eyesight is and that he needs more help than the others in the class, she moves him to the station closest to her.
He bows in apology but she only pinches his cheek.
"I don't have many men coming here to learn how to cook for their sweethearts," she says, after a particular hard pinch. She'd asked him curiously, after a particularly disastrous episode with a potato that had slipped from his hands, why he was in this class and he'd told her, in a fit of surprised honesty, that he wanted to cook for someone he cared about. "Certainly not ones as handsome as you are."
"Ah, thank you," he says, voice wavering as he laughs a little awkwardly. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to getting complimented about his looks no matter how many years he's been an idol.
She smiles at him and then promptly tells him that he needs to slice his onions more evenly and that one teaspoon does not mean heaping.
He nods and takes notes on his phone, even as some of the gochugaru smudges on the screen. He's got a long way to go.
In his last class, his teacher pinches his cheek one more time and tells him to call her if he needs any help. She hands him a stack of papers with all the recipes they tackled along with her annotations. He can mostly work independently now and is at least now 100% sure that anything he cooks at least be edible if not the most delicious.
His last class also happens right at the start of SEVENTEEN's annual vacation (something they'd added to their renewed contracts once it was time to renegotiate) so he'll be going home and he'll have time to practice away from the other members.
Wonwoo kisses Mingyu goodbye at the door and takes the KTX back home to Changwon, where he subjects his family to his many attempts at perfecting what he's learned in cooking school. The first time he tries to light the stove almost ends in a minor fire and so he's promised his aunt to wait for her so she can supervise before he makes any further.
He still plays games when he's at home and takes Seollie out on her walks. But there's a callous developing on his index finger from the knife he's been using to mince garlic and slice meat. He learns more about soy sauces when he goes to the grocery with his aunt and knows now never to buy Tamari again (the way he did that one time when Mingyu asked him to do the shopping).
The first time his father's face lights up when he tastes the japchae Wonwoo made for the first time makes something warm and please bubble up in Wonwoo's stomach. Bohyuk asks for seconds.
"Hyung? Are you home?"
Wonwoo wipes his hand on the kitchen towel and surveys the mess he's made of the kitchen. He needs to wipe down the counters and surely he used more bowls than he probably needed but there's kimchi sundubu-jjigae on the dining table that tastes exactly the way Wonwoo had hoped it would and a few of side dishes that Wonwoo's been hiding at the back of their kimchi refrigerator, hoping that Mingyu wouldn't notice. They haven't seen much of each other these last few days with their schedules completely clashing so he thinks he's gotten away with it. The rice cooker chirps beside Wonwoo.
"In the kitchen," Wonwoo calls just as Mingyu comes into view. He's got his head tilted curiously. "Have you eaten?"
Mingyu looks at Wonwoo, taking in the mess of his apron and looking at the messy counters behind him.
"Hyung, did you…cook?" He looks a little alarmed.
"Yeah," Wonwoo says, scratching the back of his neck, flustered. "I took a class."
Mingyu looks up at him from where he's been inspecting the jjigae, leaning all the way down to breathe it in. "What?"
"You know the personal schedule I've been going to every Thursday night?" Wonwoo's face is warming up. In some ways, he'd known he was going to tell Mingyu about the class but he hadn't accounted for how much it would feel like showing his soft belly, even though he knows Mingyu will only take care of him. "It was a Korean cooking class for beginners."
"I thought you were working on a solo album." Mingyu's much closer now, just one step and he'll be close enough for Wonwoo to kiss.
"That's for another time." Wonwoo fiddles with the ends of his apron's ties. "Can we sit? And um, can you tell me if it's any good?"
"Yeah, of course."
Wonwoo scoops out rice for them while Mingyu serves them a bowl each of the jjigae. Wonwoo watches, stomach doing somersaults, as Mingyu brings up the spoon to his mouth. He takes a mouthful of rice slurps up the hot broth. Wonwoo holds his breath.
Mingyu closes his eyes and makes a noise Wonwoo would call a moan if he weren't drowning in anxiety. "Hyung, this is so good."
Wonwoo slumps back against his seat like a puppet cut from its strings. All the anxiety bleeds out of him all at once. "Really?"
"Yes," Mingyu says emphatically. He has another mouthful and follows up the bite with a little kimchi. He moans again.
Wonwoo can finally breathe, relieved. "I'm glad."
Wonwoo takes a bite of his own and is pleased to find that it does taste good. It could maybe use a little more spice but it's far beyond the passable attempts he's made in the past.
"Why did you suddenly want to take classes, hyung? I could have taught you." Mingyu asks between big bites.
"You've been so busy lately." Wonwoo flushes all over again, overcome with shyness all of a sudden. "I wanted to be able to make you something other than ramyun on the nights you're too tired."
"Wonwoo," Mingyu says, voice soft.
"I get it now, why you like to cook for me and for the team."
Wonwoo thinks he finally understands why Mingyu and other members do this. Watching Mingyu enjoy what he made with his hands is like hearing Carats' cheers from the stage, that electric moment of sharing something he and his team made condensed into a bite-sized package, intimate in a way he hadn't quite understood until he'd done it himself.
"I love you," Wonwoo says. He reaches out for Mingyu's hand and squeezes. Mingyu squeezes back. "Let's both eat well."
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