cooking by the book.
ft. lil jon // @csmargot
there’s nothing quite like the smell of fresh-baked cookies to light up the atmosphere. namsun knows it better than anybody, having served so many in the years he helped out at his grandfather’s bakery. he’s sure he saw people’s smiles before they could actually show it. this side of him, however, is not something he shows to just anyone, and the reason he’s currently running someone else’s kitchen as if his own is because of the soft spot he has for it’s owner.
if someone were to ask him how they’ve met, namsun would start spouting a complex, hard-to-believe scenario that’ll most likely be a lie. as confucius once said, it does not matter how you get there, so long as you’re not being an inconvenience, or something along those lines. fact is, the answer is the same for any question he’s asked: i don’t remember. why is he baking cookies at yukyung’s apartment at twelve o’clock in the morning? repeat after him, he doesn’t remember,
“be careful, they’re hot” he says, placing the tray on the counter. “like me.”