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(3rd person)

His deep ass voice sent vibrations to her heart and Fia had to admit that she liked the feeling just too much.

'He could fuck m-'

'Wait, Fia, you aren't supposed to be feeling this way. Does the name, Jaebum, ring a bell?'

Yes. It does.

Fia mentally shook her head as she let go of Jaehyuk.

"Nice to meet you too," she smiled softly at him and this time he returned her a rectangular boxy grin.

"So, you're here to learn cooking?" Jaehyuk asked me, rubbing his sweat on the back of his hand.

"Yes, I just suck at it," Fia grinned sheepishly.

"Follow me," He said and led the way.

While following him, something caught her eye. Black Ink. There was a delicate little star on the back of the chef's neck. No wonder it enhanced his beauty.

Fia even happened to notice faint streaks of golden in his fluffy hair which kind of bounced when he walked or simply moved.

Jaehyuk stopped in front of a ginormous hall, or more like, a kitchen?

Various types of stoves on each counter and few refrigerators and other kinds of boxes for storing the kitchen materials. There was a section of shelves for all other things- the cutlery, bowls, pans, cooking pots and other utensils- to the left of the hall.

The walls were beige and white which gave the place a peaceful and homely vibe.

But as Fia looked a bit more closely, she could see more women standing behind a lot of counters. A lot of them gave her dirty looks while the rest gave her either blank or friendly looks.

Suddenly then, a woman who looked as if she had dipped her head in a pool of foundation, raised her hand.

"Yes ma'am?" Jaehyuk responded to her.

"There are no places left for her, and no partner too." And she could see her companion snicker.

Oh.

"So, I am going back to m-"

"There is. She'll be at the main counter. With me," Jaehyuk gave her a sweet smile.

"But why does she get to have a place while you rejected a few more people who came before her?" Another lady asked.

"Because.... yes, because she's special."

'Oh.

Oh no.'

Fia's cheeks heated up in embarrassment and she had never been this embarrassed like she was now.

Someone just called her special.

But, that didn't mean that Fia could escape the dirty looks those ladies were giving her.

'What have I done to make these women hate me?'

Probably she knew, or probably she didn't. Fia wasn't quite sure then.

"Today we will learn to bake a cake," Jaehyuk announced into the tiny little mic that was attached to the collar on his t-shirt.

"Miss Park? Please proceed over to get the ingredients too," Jaehyuk said and Fia nodded her head before sprinting off to the direction in which the ingredients were kept.

First, she grabbed the flour, then the baking soda, followed by the little package of milk and then icing sugar and butter.

The little packages amused her. Every item was kept there in small packages which was one for per person.

Fia reached over to the decorations for the cake, but was still short to grab it, so it resulted in her standing there like a lost puppy.

"So, the prettiest model needs a bit of help, eh?" Jaehyuk kind of teased her as he reached out to help the petite girl.

He didn't ask her to move to a side or something. Instead, he reached it from behind her, his body brushing against my back.

Fia's cheeks were hot again and as red as a tomato. She didn't want to look weird so I just slapped her cheeks.

"What on earth are you doing?" He asked her when they were facing each other now.

"I slapped them, so they look red, right? Ahahahaha," Fia faked a hysterical laugh and he just scooted away from her, probably weirded out.

"Um....haha," Jaehyuk awkwardly laughed.

'Jesus Christ, it's mh first day in here and I'm already making myself look like an idiot.'

Jaehyuk dropped the bottle of milk, but immediately Fia insisted on picking it up.

But then when she did so, the whole class, including Jaehyuk gaped at what had happened in front of them.

And holy cow, she was literally dead of embarrassment because...

Park Fia had ripped her skirt.