Sunday’s special (Do Kyungsoo / D.O x reader)
Oneshot
Genre; Romance, non explicit sex, angsty?
Author’s note; I really liked this request, so I hope you like the result. The requests are still open ♥
Disclaimer; I do not own the gif below.
Work, home, work, home, work, home. You week life always goes like that, thrilling, you know. You were on your last bus ride for the day when your phone stopped playing your music to receive a call from your mother, a sigh left your mouth and you rolled your eyes before taking the call.
You love your mother, with all your heart, but recently she has been a little too much to handle. In your opinion, she was, unnecessary, meddling with your life, “you should consider marriage already”, or, “when are you giving me grandsons” are her most recent questions, plus she is worried about your health, she knows that you suck at things like cooking or housekeeping and even if she had always praised you for being smart and hardworking she also knows that sometimes you are too hardworking and too smart for your own good. Mothers, they always know everything.
“Are you home already? I don’t like you walking home alone at this hours” - you heard your mother on the other side of the phone.
“I just got out of the bus, I’m almost home, mom” - you said in a monotone way.
“There’s no handsome and gentle guy at your work that will take you home? Or girl, you know, I wouldn’t mind it you… “- your mother kept going.
“Mom! Enough” - you intervened to shut her up.
“Okay, okay…” - you could heard your mother sigh - “Oh, I almost forgot, I called because I have something to tell you”
“I know you’re going to roll your eyes at me, you are for sure your father’s daughter…” - she sighed again - “But I’m doing this for your own good, it’s going to be good”.
“Mom, you are trying to convince me of something without telling me what it is..” - you said while entering your apartment.
“Oh” - your mother laughed - “Are you free on Sunday morning?”
“Well… i guess, why?” - you asked, but to be honest you were afraid of asking at this point.
“I signed you up in some cooking classes”- your mother simply said.
“What” - you said with a deep sigh - “You did what?”
“The teacher is a famous cook, well, not like super famous but he has a well known restaurant and he has wrote some books…I heard he is pretty good and..” - your mom keep telling you, but at some point your brain stopped registering anything she was saying.
“Honey, you there?” - she asked at some point.
“Mom, what did I tell you about not getting me into things without asking me first?” - you said with your head against the wall, starting to hurt, it was like the hundreth time you two had this conversation.
“For God’s sake, (Y/N), like I do this every week” - your mother complained.
“Well, you did signed me up several times for some quick dates and such, so it’s not your first time!”- that dates, ugh, they were more than awful, but your mom looked so happy with the idea that you finally went.
“It’s not the same! It’s just a few hours on Sunday! And you need it! You don’t even know how to fry a egg! It’s a beginners class, it won’t hurt you”- your mom had a point in there, you really SUCK at cooking.
“okay” - you said after a deep sigh- “I’ll try a class at least, are you happy now?”
“Yes!” - You mother left a relieved sigh and a content chuckle - “I’ll send you the address, later”.
“Fine, mom, say hi to dad, I’m going to sleep” - You send a kiss and simply hung up before your mom signed you up for some painting classes, or sewing or whatever.
It was a beautiful Sunday morning, and you had no excuses for not going to the damn cooking classes. You took the long way to the building, a community center where a different type of classes were held, arts, dancing… and of course the famous classes you were getting yourself into. Some young people were at the hall already waiting, they looked as inexperienced as you, so at least your mother didn’t lie to you about the level class.
it was a big classroom, twelve stands everyone with its own stove and oven, very professional, you thought.
Five minutes later the teacher came in and everyone, including you, choose a stand, you had no other choice but to stick with one at the front line. “It won’t hurt” you mother had said the other day about taking this classes. And as soon as you saw your teacher you knew she was completely wrong. You teacher started introducing himself, and even made a joke or so you thought, but you didn’t hear it, you were panicking inside. How could believe that your teacher was no other than Do Kyungsoo.
Four months ago, in July, you had a few weeks of vacation and some friends of yous had convinced you to go for a weekend to a beach house with a few more guests. After them insisting, you accepted, after all you didn’t have to work next week either, and they wanted to lift up your mood. The house was near a beautiful beach, full of plants, palm trees and barely no cars, it looked like the Caribe more like Korea. You were at the beach when the other guests arrived, your friend’s boyfriend had bought some friend of his own, and between them there was Kyungsoo. At first he looked intimidating, but at soon as you saw him smile you knew it was a misconception. It wasn’t something so cliché as love at first sight, but for sure, he was a crush. His mouth draw a heart shape whenever he smiles, and his black hair and dark, intense, eyes make a beautiful contrast with his fair skin. At the first meal with all the group you discovered that talking to him was easy and comfortable, he listens carefully and always answers honestly but politely, that made talk with him for hours that day, at some point you thought that you were being annoying, but he kept on talking to you, maybe he was also comfortable with you in that aspect. He told you some things about him, that he had a restaurant, that his friends had to convince him to come here…
“They say I’ve been working too much recently” - he sighed while explaining himself
“I know how that feels, my friends say that too, and my mom…” - you said rolling your eyes, playfully. He laughed, that beautiful heart shaped smile.
“Don’t even make me start with my mom!”- he answered, while the both of you laughed.
The day passed really fast, and the night came in unexpected ways, you danced with almost every single one of your friends there, some of them were really wasted, but it was fun, knowing something about Kyungsoo you didn’t expect the moment when he approached you and started dancing, grabbing you from the waist and looking at you so intense that you could feel yourself stripped. He kissed you right there, but one kiss was not enough, and then it came another, you bite his lips, he kissed your and in a blink you were running away the pub kissing each other all the way home. A walk that should have take 10 minutos took 20 for the two of you. You barely reached the bed you had for yourself dressed, and for him, his pants were almost begging him to took them off.
That night you weren’t as drunk as to not remember anything, in fact, you remember every touch, every kiss, and everything you felt while you were with Kyungsoo. But the next morning he acted cold, distant, you woke up and he wasn’t there, you talked to him and he barely answered, what a jerk.
You left the house earlier than anyone that day, but right now you can’t simply leave the class, plus if you mother found out she’ll be complaining for ages. Just a few hours, that’s all you had to do.
The class started, Kyungsoo decided that a good start will be learning how to correctly use a knife and other kitchen tools, every student had some veggies and it’s own knifes to learn, and Kyungsoo wandered between stands offering his helps and advice. And then he saw you, you knew he had recognized you by the look he gave you, his eyes big and in complete surprise.
“(Y/N)?” - he asked whispering, so no other student could hear you.
You didn’t answer, you just looked at him and kept chopping vegetables. A bad idea, by the way, you almost cut your finger while looking at him, for your luck he was quick and grabbed your hand.
“You should pay more attention” - he said, with an stoic expression on his face.
You just nodded, another student was calling for him so he left for another stand and you felt really thankful for that other student, you were feeling stupid, completely exposed, you wanted to leave that place as fast as lightning. But, if time passes quickly when you are having fun, it does the opposite when you are having a bad time. The two hours seemed days to you, and when the ring bell you were the first student to get out of there without even looking back at Kyungsoo, who was at the class door looking how you vanished through the hall.
Your mother called you that night to ask how the classes went, and you simply told her that tomorrow, after work, you were going to leave the classes. You mother whined at the other side, but you hung up, not wanting to hear her.
From an outsider view this looked overly- dramatic, he was just a one night stand, so why were you so affected? Because he had hurt you. The way he looked at you the next morning as if you were nothing, as if his kisses weren’t all over your body last night, as if his hands didn’t touch you, as if you weren’t wearing his marks on your neck, or as if he wasn’t wearing yours on his. It made you feel used, it made you feel and object and you can’t stand that.
The next day, Monday, after work you went to the community building to complete the resing papers, but entering the building you found yourself in front of Kyungsoo himself, with some boxes heading to the class.
He looked at you as if he had something to tell you, but you looked in another direction, heading to the main office when you noticed a hand grabbing your elbow. Of course it was Kyungsoo, looking at you as if you were about to broke.
“What are you doing here?” - he asked out of nowhere.
“That’s not your business” - you said freeing your elbow from his grip.
“Are you leaving the Sunday classes?” - he asked again.You looked again at him.
“I am” - you answered in the coldest tone you managed to use.
“Please, don’t” - Kyungsoo sounded like begging, like honestly asking you to stay, not in the classes, to stay there, where he could see you.
“What do you want, Kyungsoo?” - you finally asked, not understanding anything - “You don’t have the right to ask me that.
“I…I know” - he was looking disturbed, like he brooding over something too much. - “I think a lot about you.” - You looked at him amazed, not in a good way, amazed about how he dared to tell you that.
“That makes two of us”- you answered, angry this time - “I think a lot about how you tricked me into believing that you were a nice guy.”
His eyes traveled to the ground, he just stood there without saying anything, you just sighed loudly.
“I have things to do, Kyungsoo” - you started walking away from him, when your heard your name from his deep voice, you didn’t want to keep on talking with him, but he didn’t let you any other choice, he walked faster than you to stood directly in front of you, this time looking at your eyes.
“I didn’t want to hurt you” - Kyungsoo stated, serious.
“But you did, so, what’s the point of this?” - you asked still angry.
“You told me! You told me not to fall in love with you, you told me not to grew attached to you because you were hurt at that time and you didn’t want a boyfriend, or you don’t remember that?!” - Kyungsoo was screaming and everyone at the building could hear him. - “But I did (Y/N), I did grew attached to you in just one day and one night because it’s what it takes to like you, you are so easy to talk, you are so carefree, it’s that easy to like you”.
“Do you think you have the right to appear in my life four months after all of that and shout your shit at me?!” - you were the one shouting this time.
“I didn’t! You are the one who signed up for my class!” - he shouted back.
“IT WAS MY MOM’S IDEA, FOR GOD’S SAKE” - everybody was looking at you right now, even Kyungsoo was looking at you as if you were completely nuts.
“That’s funny” - Kyungsoo said in a lower tone - “It was my mother’s idea me giving classes here on my free day” - this time you were the one looking at him, he was laughing for you again,that beautiful smile of his, you noticed, you had been looking at him way too long.
You didn’t want to laugh but at the end you did, he was contagious. At some point both of you realized that there was still people looking at you in the corridor and the hall, so he took the boxes he was carrying and guided you to the classroom.
After the laughter a silence came by, you were still crushing over him, but it wasn’t something you wanted to admit, he had hurted you, and you are not open for a new bruise, not from him.
“I know I was an asshole” - he finally said, giving you a soft look. - “but I was honest before, when I said that I liked you. I still do, (Y/N), and I get it if you don’t want to be in the class, or near me anymore… but I did what I think It was best.”
You heard him and remained silent, looking at him, arranging the words inside your head.
“You were right” - he looked at you arching a brow, waiting for your next words - “I didn’t want a boyfriend back then” - you took a pause - “I liked you, but… right now…”
He approached you, and took your hand in his
“I understand” - he looked at you, in his eyes you could only see sincerity - “You don’t need to explain.”
“But I want to” - it took you courage to say what was really on your mind - “I did want you. I liked you, and somehow I still do. Even if I told you that I didn’t want a boyfriend I did want to get to know you even better, I really did want to be with you somehow, I can make my own decisions, Kyungsoo. I guess I am mad at you not only because you were an asshole, but because you decided for me, and I want to be the one who decides If I waste my time with you”.
You felt how you got rid of a heavy burden in your heart, Kyungsoo looked at you and nodded in agreement, he was still doing that, listen carefully to everything you said, just like back at the beach. He moved a bit away and smile.
“How about we start over again? My name is Do Kyungsoo, nice to meet you” - He said politely and bowed. You laughed at this gesture, and with blushing cheeks you repeated his movements.
“I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you too” - you said chuckling a little.
“Ah, this was lame” - he said, and both of you started laughing. - “I really want to know you more, (Y/N).
You are still going to Sunday cooking classes. Some Sundays you get there really late, but I guess that It doesn’t mind if you get late because the teacher is the one delaying you. Some Sundays you two take too much time in the shower, and some other days is because you two really love the warmth in the bed.
Do I have to mention how happy is your mother now that you, not only, learned to cook but you also have a boyfriend? Kyungsoo keeps joking about introducing both of your mothers, they’re so alike that they’re going to love each other. You really fear that day.
