Hey, Absolutely love your work, your the reason for my insomnia. (im blaming you yes)
Can you make a baek seongjun scenario where jinho lee is introducing us to him as his new 'assistant' (like the first meeting)? Maybe over dinner lol idek.
Ty for your time tho :)
Hi Anon! Please get some sleep if you can! Although my sleep pattern has been shot to shit since I've started all this wordvom a couple months ago. Interesting what sleep deprivation does to a person, look at all this shit streaming out of me.
Thank you so much for reading and for requesting! I've gone for a little bit more... bittersweet.
Baek Seongjun x Reader: Cooking on the boat
Takes place on Jinho's boat during Seongjun's backstory. You're the cook.
"This is my assistant, Seongjun. Now he's your assistant too."
Being stuck on a boat out at sea, serving food to criminals, wasn't what most kids dream of when they're 6 years old and writing out their ideal job, but if it meant evading the authorities and jail then that's fine by you.
Jinho kept you around because you knew your way around a knife, and you definitely didn't mind getting your hands messy.
Obedient, you sometimes heard him sneer. Like a sheep. Well, fuck him.
You eye up this Seongjun guy. Looks like him and Jinho are cut from the same cloth.
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Seongjun thinks you're quiet, a bit too quiet for his liking.
Taking to your duties and tasks with tunnel vision and a ruthless tenacity. He doesn't know what to make of you.
"You're handling the fish wrong," are your first words to him, a few days after he incessantly buzzed around your dinky little makeshift kitchen.
Your hand grazed his when you grabbed the fish and hip-checked him to move aside.
It's been so long since Seongjun felt a touch that wasn't intended to hurt, that the question mark over you grows bigger.
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You show Seongjun how to rinse the rice properly, he wasn't even aware that there was a wrong way.
How to season food appropriately, and that peppermint leaves rubbed under the nose comes in handy to keep the stench of all the seafood away.
With practiced hands, how to clean the scales, the fin and fillet the fish. Removing most of the bones in one piece, making the most of the meat.
When Seongjun first does it and butchers the attempt, you give him a light slap on the arm and a huff.
He gives you a smile in return.
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Seongjun watches you move around in the kitchen.
Your ease and flow in the kitchen gives him some semblance of peace.
It reminds him a little of his mom and his heart aches.
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Little anecdotes of Seongjun's life in Japan slips through. He focuses on the good things, as few as there was.
He tells you a little of his judo when you poke fun at his cauliflower ears.
You tell him how important it is to not waste any food when prepping, and he in returns shares how his mother always makes the most amazing meals out of next to nothing.
One day, Seongjun mentions that if things worked out, he would have liked to have opened up a soba noodle shop with his mom.
You ask him if he could make you some noodles. Give you a little taste of what that life could have been like.
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Seongjun places the noodles in front of you, served in a mess-tin. The boat had little room and the men had little appreciation for luxuries such as crockery.
You take a mouthful-
And find it absolutely revolting.
Seongjun watches you as you school your face and swallow it down with a struggle.
"Is it good?"
"... Not bad." You grit out your little white lie, thinking about his soba shop dream. You could at least give him this mercy.
It's unexpected when he laughs. Is this the first time you have seen and heard this? His face looks years younger, and the sound surprisingly care-free. You didn't think people like you and him were still capable of such joy.
"Sorry. I actually messed it up."
"Baek Seongjun! And you still fed me this shit?"
Wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, he tells you "Yes."
You're in half a mind to pour the rest of this disgusting meal all over him. But seeing him like this, it's contagious.
The sound of your laughter soon joins his.
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Years from now, when Seongjun is building his life in South Korea, he still remembers you giggling alongside him.
It reminds him that some things in life are priceless.
