My teacher Nah he's my husband novel Chapter 9

"I can't believe we are cooking on a field trip." Sighed Youngjae for the nth time. "Just shut up and go sauté these onions." Mark handed him a bowl of freshly cut onion before he got another sigh from the latter. Now he's left alone with a big bowl of tomatoes that requires him to cut them.

Minutes after, suddenly a hand reach for some of the tomatoes to cut them. Mark looks up and see it's none other than his teacher. "I'm sorry." He let out. Jackson looks up at the redhead with raised eyebrows. "I mean, it's my fault that we get caught."

"I'm more amazed that you're able to say sorry." Jackson chuckled at his student who's looking down with a slight pout. "I'm not as bad as you think ok." He said, pouting still.

"I know you're not Mark, but never mind that, I'm not mad at you so don't be sorry." Mark nods at that, eyes still on the tomatoes. It didn't stay that way for long until his eyes start to ogling the other's arm.

Eyes elsewhere, knife in hand, doesn't take long until he cut his own finger.

"Ow fuck!" He let go of the knife in an instant. That caught the other's attention. Quickly Jackson pulls Mark towards the sink and keeps water flow over the wound, washing away the blood. Mark winced a bit at the pain but he doesn't pull away still. After making sure the blood has stopped flowing, Jackson takes the first aid kit and aid the wound.

"This is what you got for not being careful." Mark looks at Jackson who's wrapping his finger with a stink eye. "Just whose fault is this," he whispered under his breath. The other looks up to him. "What did you say?" Quickly Mark shakes his head and looks elsewhere.

"Just leave it to me, I'll cut em all." Said Jackson, back to cutting the tomatoes. Mark does as he's told. He took a chair and sit in front of the latter. When the cutting board is full of fresh-cut tomatoes, Jackson proceeds to pour them into the bowl, but he stopped when he saw the already-cut tomatoes inside it. "Just how did you managed to cut them this ugly." He looks at the redhead with an unbelievable face.

Mark shrugged, "The look doesn't affect the taste." and said confidently. "You don't care or you just don't know how to cook." Jackson squinted his eyes. Looking at the way Mark shifted uncomfortably in his chair, he knows he caught the latter. "I thought you live alone." Mark nods at the statement. "So how did you manage your meals if you can't even do this properly."

"Instant food invented for a reason." He answered casually. "But it's not good for a heavy intake Mark there are loads of msg, -" A hand stop his mouth.

"Ok stop right there." He pulls back his hand. "First, I only eat it occasionally. Second, thanks to my generous neighbour I always have a tasty meal on time. (It's Jinyoung btw.), Third, my workplace provides us with meals on time. (Actually, it's just a simple sandwich.) So basically, I'm eating healthily so don't you start your not-so-delightful nagging I swear." He said all of that in one breath.

"With that thin figure and paleness, are you sure you are eating properly? Skipping breakfast is bad enough." He said as he points at Mark's body.

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