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dynamite rushed out of the kitchen door and dropped down on the floor.
"oy! i can't take it anymore!" he covered his face and laid down.
they had been in this kitchen from nine in the morning. it's almost four on his watch, and they still got one more dish to prepare, to get their menu ready. and of course they have forgotten to get the main ingredient.
dynamite was tired, his back was hurting from standing all day, his temples were thumping from all the smoke and steam. not to mention his aching knees, whose origins dynamite was unaware of.
suddenly he felt something wet poking at his torso. startled, he sat up.
"move!" dynamite looked up to see the cleaning lady towering over him, with a almost ferocious expression on her face.
"i need to clean this entire floor and two more floors after this! i can't have students passing out on my way! stop wasting my time! move! move! move!" she yelled.
dynamite was lucky to be able to scramble out of there with just a stubbed toe.
he was leaning on the railing on the window, catching his breath, when his phone rang.
"where the fuck are you?" he winced at samsee's yelling from over the phone.
"buy that fucking cabbage and get your ass up here. fast!" samsee hung up before dynamite could get any word out of his mouth.
he dragged himself to the grocery store, first of which was out of cabbages. how convenient.
and the second one, where he actually could find some decent cabbage, had their computer broken. and dynamite did not bring any cash. of course.
afraid of getting yelled at, again , dynamite ran to their locker room. he opened samsee's locker and took out the cash from his wallet. he will explain the reason for the shortage of cash to him later.
when he got back to the store with the cash, the computer was fine again, working as usual. dynamite felt like banging his head with the cabbage, which he later thought the better of.
with all the drama with the cabbage, they were running late by almost forty five minutes, by the time he returned. which meant they had to run, literally and figuratively, only to be late to submit by half a minute. the professor refused to taste their dish, which hurt less than the soul piercing, not quite hushed chuckles from the 3b gang.
adding salt to the wound, which was the whole day , it started raining hard when they got out of the kitchen an hour later. and dynamite had to forget his umbrella at home, obviously.
he sat down on the floor beside the gate, leaning his back on the wall. he closed his eyes and took a deep sigh. he felt his side getting a bit wet from the rain.
what a fucking abomination of a day.
"is this handsome man waiting up for me?"
dynamite felt the knots in his muscle loosening, the thumping in his head receding. a smile spread on his face, involuntarily.
he opened his eyes to see his boyfriend smiling at him.
"how was your test?" dynamite asked him.
"pretty good." fire came and sat beside him, resting his head on his shoulder. "i told you not to wait up."
"i wasn't." dynamite melted into the touch. "i didn't bring my umbrella."
"typical." fire chuckled. "why didn't you ask your friends?"
"well prem left with doc pretty early. and samsee refused to help me 'cause i took money from his wallet for the cabbage. without telling him." dynamite pouted.
"oh my poor baby." fire huffed a laugh and pressed a kiss on his shoulder.
"today was awful, you know. i had to stand the whole day. didn't get the cabbage, so had to run to the store and their machine wasn't fucking working. i had to run back to grab the cash. we were late so the professor didn't even taste our dish and those fuckers were laughing at us!" dynamite finished in one breath.
then he gingerly looked at fire.
"you had a wholeass test, and i'm the one ranting… you must think i'm crazy." he sniffed.
"oh we are way past that, love." fire smiled and kissed his cheek. "better?"
"a bit." dynamite hummed.
fire beamed. he leaned and pressed a long kiss on dynamite's lips. dynamite felt a warm twitch in his belly.
"more." he said when fire broke the kiss.
fire smiled and obliged. it was a sweet and languid kiss. dynamite felt his face heat up. he clutched fire's shoulders.
fire pressed a few pecks on his face after breaking the kiss. dynamite was well aware that he was turning red as the chilli he put in that soup.
"did it work?" fire whispered in his ear.
"too well, i'm afraid." he replied.