[M] Summer Berries (1/1)
Huff huff huff huff~ you’re late again! Time is never on your side. You don’t really know why you signed up for these cookery classes. Oh wait.. You did. It was because your friend wanted to get close to that flowerboy Nam Woohyun from that school down the road. To be honest, you thought he wasn’t all that but apparently he is a “prince”, haahaa as if! He looks like a coconut with his brown hair that flows in the wind like a shoujo manga protagonist.You’re almost there- the aroma of sweet summer berries and home made macaroons enter your nasal passages. You stumble in, 45 minutes late for your cooking class that’s an hour long.“You’re late, idiot.” You hear a snot nosed, girl covered, banana say. You turn around with a grim look across your face “Shut up Nam Woohyun.” You didn’t need his greasy sass today. You needed to brush up these cooking skills ASAP, unless you wanted to give everyone food poisoning.You throw your stuff down onto the counter, the content of the bag flowing out like a waterfall. Today was not your day. You tried to salvage as much as you could, but you were surrounded by a puddle of crimson juice coming out of the variety of berries you planned to use. All was clear. Your clothes were fine. It would’ve been tougher if you had to take natural dye off your clothes. Hopefully it didn’t go on anyo- “YAH!”The sound slapped you across the side of your face at paintball speed, the ones that don’t burst when they hit you. “OI DON’T SHOUT IN MY EAR LIKE THAT YOU APRICOT!” You stand there, hands clenched on a table cloth, as you look at a berry faced Woohyun. He had a range of purple and red splats all over his cream figure-hugging trousers that presented his glamorous thighs that unfortunately had to be on this fool of a man.You couldn’t help but laugh. All the girls were fawning over him, giving you dirt while they were at it. You were hyperventilating- this was too funny. He looked like he was going to burst and fly to the moon! He stormed out like a kid, muttering something to you as he went out. It was probably empty threats anyway, so you didn’t really care much.Although the session was almost over, you asked if you could stay back just to try and see if you could finally master how to make a simple sponge cake without burning it to ashes. You went to ask the cute chubby teddy like receptionist if you could stay back, to which she said yes after asking you if you wanted some of her superbly sweet jam tarts that could give anyone diabetes just by smelling them. You happily take two because, peh! Those things are hella fiiiiiine~! And like, come on, do you really care about calories? NO. With a tart in your mouth, jam overflowing from it, you proceed with the seemingly impossible task of baking a cake.Everything is going right, you are following everything just as it says… you think. Either way it should taste nice if you throw a whole load of icing on it anyway haahaa! You finally put your gloopy mixture of death into the oven. A sweet vanilla smell filled the room as it slowly began to rise. You rest against the corner of the counter as you close your eyes letting the smell take you down memory lane.You hear the tapping of someone walking around. You were too busy thinking about the fond memories so you didn’t peek at who was there. If it was anyone, it would be the janitor taking a stroll after being stationary for so long.