#magicyeol #paras #p:invader invader #chef #[ soz this took so long i've been so busy lately ;-; ]
invader invader ★ jongin + chanyeol
From the moment the other took a step into his house, Chanyeol knew this was going to be fun. A small smile pulled at his lips as he continued what he was doing, not even glancing up at the house owner as he finished with the carrots (or what he assumed was). He took the cooked chicken off the pan and sets it on another plate, being careful not to burn himself. Then he pours oil onto the pan and takes the cooked rice (thankfully that looked the same) into the pan to fry.
Chanyeol couldn’t hold back the giggle when he heard his voice squeak. He couldn’t deny the fact he found it cute, although from his experience he found that telling another man that usually lead to them being insulted, so he decided against saying it aloud. He looked up after he deems the rice will be safe for a few minutes. His smile widened when he saw who owned the house, glad to have run into another familiar face.
“I’m Chanyeol,” he replied to the other calmly as he grabbed a knife. “I’m in your kitchen so I can cook something to eat,” he stated while motioning with the knife to the rice that was browning. “I hope it turns out alright.” He started to chop the chicken into small pieces after.
He couldn’t hold back the laugh the slipped from his mouth when his outfit was brought up. With an amused glint in his blue eyes, he looked up at Jongin. “Because where I was before only had this for me to wear,” Chanyeol tried to stifle his chuckles as he continued, “and I could take it off, but cooking naked isn’t the safest thing to do.”
It took the poor confused boy a good 30 seconds to process the situation he was in, mouth agape, before shaking his head, as if it would make his soon-to-be-coming-headache go away. His first instinct was to chase this drag queen replica immediately out of his house, or to call the cops and get help from neighbours — But then again, when he reconsidered it, it wasn’t everyday he had someone cooking for him. Jongin really missed the taste of home cooked food. Unless it was a visit to his parent’s house or until he got married, he doubted he’d get a taste of it anytime soon. Might as well, he frowned. The food that the stranger was cooking looked edible and smelled good anyway. It was better than calling up pizza delivery again.
“So.. Chanyeol.” Jongin said slowly, still in a state of shock. “I’m going to assume that you’re a—.. Nanny of some sort, because you look like you can cook and you’re dressed in a maid outfit. Normally, I wouldn’t allow anyone to just saunter into my apartment and whip up whatever they like, but considering the fact that you’re cooking for me, I’ll let you go.” Inching his way closer to the other, he leaned against the kitchen counter, just a few feet away from Chanyeol. “I’m letting you cook dinner, but on one condition. That,” he pointed to the dress that was donned, “Has to go.”
Perhaps he was coming off as bossy, but what could you expect from someone who was CEO of a line of fashion boutiques? It only made sense for him to have a sense of fashion. Jongin found it almost painful to have to stare at someone dressed in such a way. And sure, the lolita dress was pretty, with expensive looking fabric and intricate lace designs. But when worn by a guy, Chanyeol frankly didn’t do the dress any justice at all. “I’ll go see if I have anything for you to change into.” The ravenette strolled out of the kitchen, wondering how long more was this man going to stay for. Jongin won’t even mind if he stays forever — As long as there was someone cooking for him.