[13.16] wooyoung × reader
⇀ who knew cooking school would be so cuthroat ?
Footsteps were heard from outside of the classroom before the door opened widely. Yet, you didn't even bother to look up and check on who it might be because you know damn well who it is.
Jung Wooyoung scanned the whole room before he landed his eyes on your figure at the back, blissfully reading and writing on a notebook as if you hadn't committed anything.
"(Y/N) (Y/L/N), YOU BITCH" he called out, making everyone turn their attention to either him or you.
When he screeched your name, you finally look up with a smirk on your face.
Once he reached your desk, he slammed both of his hands on your desk but you didn't even flinch for a bit. "I thought you're a good person, you know ? I thought you really are, but you just had to do this," he spat.
You both are in the same cooking lab class, both top students and both teacher's favorites. Which is why it wasn't even a surprise that you both had been each given a sourdough starter from a visiting cook that taught a couple of special courses in your class.
However, the cook mislabeled the starter containers, writing your name on both containers even though he had announced to the class that you AND Wooyoung will be the receivers.
So naturally you took both.
Just so you could piss off Jung Wooyoung.
You crossed your arms and stared at him smugly, "all's fair in love and war, Wooyoung. Besides, those containers are technically mine,"
"You damn know one of them is mine, it has been verbally promised to me, and you doing what you did and demanding compensation for you to return what was obviously mine just showed how low your morals are," he said, "do you know how hard it is retrieving this!?" He reached into his backpack and threw a stack of paper on your desk.
You furrowed your eyebrows but widened your eyes when you realized what it was, "you actually got Mrs. Han's fruit tart recipe? I thought you were gonna tell me off,"
Wooyoung scoffed at your words, "and what would that get me, (Y/N)? Pride? You can't bake bread with pride,"
Amused with his effort, you decided to push a little bit, "you know what? I don't think this will be enough, I need something more convincing,"
He quirked an eyebrow at you, "seriously? That's not enough? No one, NOT ONE SOUL, (Y/N), within the past 11 years since she started working here had ever given anyone her recipe which I managed to do, and you said that's not enough? You know what, fine,"
By his words alone, you thought he'd throw a tantrum, call you out, or do somethinf dramatic and leave or something. But then he reached into his backpack again and threw another stack of paper on your desk which after you analyze, is your homework for some of your classes that you really don't wanna do.
"You'll get that and nothing more," he said, "after this," he dramatically clapped his hands twice and Jongho came in with an unimpressed look on his face to put a paperbag consist of two liters of your favorite coffee from your favorite cafe.
Jongho sighed, "he made me wait outside and listen in just to make a point, I- you guys should really think of better ways to handle stuffs like this without involving others," he said before walking away.
Even after Jongho was out of sight, Wooyoung was still staring at you intensely. You both had a staring match for quite a bit before you break out into a satisfied grin, "I guess you got yourself a deal, Wooyoung,"
You then reached into the paper bag under your desk to retrieve his container of starter dough and put it in his awaiting hands.
Feeling satisfied with the outcome (though he had to give out a lot), Wooyoung squealed in happiness, "yes!! Thank you!" He then turned to leave but you stood up and took a hold of his backpack.
He turned back around with a confused look on his face. "Aren't you forgetting something?" You frowned.
It took him a couple of seconds before realizing what you meant. He walked back closer to you, leaned in, grab the back of your head and kissed you, making sure that he bit on your bottom lip playfully before pulling away.
"See you later for date night, babe," he said, sneakily reaching a hand to your back to smack your ass, making you jolt in surprise.
Before you could scold him, he had already ran away, "I LOVE YOU, DUMPLINGS!" he yelled, voice echoing through the halls.
All you could do is just stare at him with wonder and adoration.
Dumb antics and arguments aside, you both are pretty darn compatible.
