You shook your head and laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. A week ago you could have just wandered upstairs or someone could have just come to you. Now, and at least for another week, you needed reasons to see each other. You had just finished a phone call with one of the managers who informed you that Kyungsoo was coming down to your apartment for a lesson.  You knew he was coming down to make sure that you ate dinner and he was cooking for you not only because he loved to cook but because he cared enough to make sure you ate well.  You weren't sure if you were actually supposed to give a lesson or not so you still prepared one, just in case.

Not that Kyungsoo really needed lessons... his acting skills already helped him to memorise lines and his English pronunciation was pretty good due to all of the movies and music he liked. Plus he genuinely wanted to learn so that he could communicate with his fans. He was a model student in the group lessons and he dished out discipline to the rowdier members if they were giving you grief. You were pretty sure he was happily using you as an excuse to get away with hitting them when they annoyed him.

Looking down you realised you were still dressed in your dress from earlier. You wanted to be comfier so you quickly changed into black leggings and a green oversized sweater. Then you did a quick tidy of your apartment, you wanted to make sure it was presentable. Kyungsoo would be the third one of the guys to have actually been inside your apartment, Yixing and Minseok being the other two. Baekhyun had never made it past the front door because he only rushed down if you ignored his texts or calls.

You didn't have to wait too long for the knock at your door. You rushed over to open the door and let Kyungsoo in who was carrying two shopping bags filled with what you assumed was going to turn into your dinner. He made his way over to your kitchen counter and started to unpack the bags. "Honestly, I could have ordered a pizza or something. You really didn't have to come and cook for me-" Kyungsoo shot you an offended look. "-not that I'm complaining, I keep hearing excellent things about your cooking. I just feel bad for putting you out."

He stopped unpacking the bags and smiled at you. "Y/N, you aren't putting me out. We all know Baekhyun has a way to contact you so I asked him to check if you'd eaten yet When he said you hadn't I offered to come cook for you." His gaze dropped back to the table and a slight blush formed on his cheeks. You couldn't help but smile at the sweet gesture.

You walked over to the bench and stood opposite him. "Thank you. Now what are we having for dinner?"  He laughed at your excited tone and told you that he was going to make you a chicken stir fry. You offered to help but he kept moving you back to your spot at the bench outside of the kitchen. Conversation flowed easily between the two of you once he started to prepare the food. He was much more comfortable when he had something to concentrate on while chatting, you realised. "Soo," He turned around from the stovetop, his big brown eyes focussing on you. "I know you had to pretend that you wanted a tutoring session to be allowed to come here. Did you actually want a lesson or are you going to lie to the managers?" You were tapping the bench top nervously. Lying to your bosses wasn't sitting well with you so you hoped he'd ask for a lesson.

He turned back to continue cooking, adding vegetables now that the chicken was cooked. "I wouldn't feel right putting you in a position to lie to our managers so if you have a lesson planned we can go through it after we eat dinner ok?" You let out a breath you didn't realise you had been holding and nodded. "Uh, Y/N? Are you gonna answer me?" You laughed, forgetting that he wasn't facing you so he wouldn't know you'd nodded.

"I nodded, sorry forgot you wouldn't see that. I have a small lesson planned if you're up for it. Honestly your English is quite good so I don't think you'll need much help." You didn't see the blush return to his cheeks or the smile on his face since he was still facing the stovetop.

"Thank you for your kind words. Chanyeol and Junmyeon told me you had a different approach to teaching and memorising so I'd like to see what you have planned." You fought to keep your features neutral. A different approach is one way to put it. Well at least they hadn't spilled the beans about the more intimate aspect of your teaching."But, that will have to wait because dinner is now ready."  He turned around and handed you a bowl then reached back to pick up his own bowl. "Where should we sit to eat?" He allowed you to lead him to your small dining table. You placed your dish on the table and motioned for him to sit, then you went back to the kitchen to grab two glasses and a large bottle of water from your fridge.

The guys hadn't been lying to you. Kyungsoo's food was amazing. It had the same feeling of love and warmth that you got from your mother and grandmother's cooking. The dish was simple but oh so flavoursome, you couldn't quite hold back a moan of appreciation for possibly the best stir fry you'd ever eaten. You saw him look at you in your peripheral vision, his large eyes snapping up at the noise you made, then he quickly dropped his gaze to his food as if it was the most interesting thing in the universe. You caught the smile that broke out on his face, his full lips forming that heart shape you never grew tired of seeing.  "Do you need a minute alone with the stir fry?" A dry monotone voice asked you. You glared at him and he burst into laughter, his whole face lighting up.

"It's not my fault you made such excellent food!" You could feel your face heating up, embarrassed at the noise you'd made. Kyungsoo was still laughing at you as he tried to speak.

"No, no it's fine. I'm glad you like it, but if that's how you react to a simple stir fry then I'm actually concerned about what you've been living off for the past 4 months!" You shoved him playfully.

"I cook for myself most nights so I eat fine thank you very much! Or have you forgotten the Italian smorgasbord I made you guys already?" You feigned deep offense at the possibility of the massive meal you cooked, which he assisted you with, being forgotten already. His eyes widened when he thought you were actually offended. "Kidding. Got you though."

He visibly relaxed but you heard him mumble "No wonder you get along so well with Baekhyun." to himself. You giggled and went back to your dinner. The two of you settled into a comfortable silence as you ate. When you finished your meal you collected both of your bowls and placed them in the sink.  You came back over to the dining table and sat down with your hands behind your back. Kyungsoo gave you a confused look. His tongue darted out and curved under as he his bottom lip. "Time to pick your lesson. Starting now you will respond in English as much as you can. I have two lessons behind my back. Left or right hand?"

He looked like he want to ask you another question but couldn't work out how to correctly say it in English so after a few moments he sighed and answered. "Left." You grinned and opened your left palm which was holding a small post it note. You held your palm open and waited for him to pick up the piece of paper and read the lesson. You honestly didn't know which one he'd chosen so you were eager to hear the response. He reached forward and took the paper from your hand,  his fingers warm as they grazed your palm. "Dessert." He looked genuinely confused now.

"Excellent. I am going to teach you one of your speeches as though it's a recipe. To make it stick, we will actually apply it to a dessert. For every step you correctly memorise a line to we'll move forward. For every one you mess up, there will be consequences. Ready?" This was either going to result in a tasty dessert or in a hot mess, either way you were going to have some fun.

"Yes teacher." You hid your smirk and placed a recipe for Chocolate Lava Cake on the counter then the 6 lines of his speech next to it. You had typed up the recipe yourself so if had the first line of instructions in Hangul and the second line in English but the speech was only in English. You then moved about the kitchen and retrieved all of the ingredients and utensils that were required and placed them on the counter then started to preheat the oven. You took your place beside D.O. and waited.  You could see him biting the inside of his lips as he assessed the situation. He took the baking paper and placed the moulds on the baking paper, traced around them, removed the moulds and then cut the discs out and placed them in the base of the moulds. He looked at you and said in perfect English. "Hello, I'm EXO's D.O.!"

You nodded and he moved to the next step.  He moved over to the stove and melted the chocolate, letting it cool when he finished. He looked at you and continued his lines. "It's so nice to meet all of you." Then he combined the butter and sugar and gradually beat in the eggs and salt, then the vanilla. "Is everyone having fun so far?" Lastly he added the flour and combined all the ingredients until the batter was smooth, then he added the cooled chocolate and blended it until it was smooth and silky. You waited for the fourth line of the speech, which was the most difficult line. You were impressed with how he'd done so far but you'd also expected him to do well. "I hope that everyone who came today to watch our concert will gain happy."  You dipped your fingers in the batter and drew a line on his neck with it. He looked at you incredulously.

You shrugged and spoke. "You are doing well but you messed up the end of the sentence. You can't move to the next step until you get it right." He tried again but still got caught on trying to pronounce happiness. You dipped your fingers again and got his cheek this time. He was struggling not to fight back which caused him to mess up four more times earning him batter on his forehead, arm, jawline and the other side of his neck. After that he took a few moments to calm himself before finally getting the line correct. "Excellent, now on to the next step. You can clean up when we finish."

He glared at you but moved on to the next step. He divided the batter between the 6 moulds, placed them on the tray and put them in the oven. "Let's create good memories today!" You smiled at him as he got his line correct. You were too slow to stop his next movement and suddenly found yourself with batter on your neck. You glared at him as he turned to set the timer on the oven and heard him speak under his breath. "Worth it."

While he watched the oven and started to clean the bench top you took the bowl with the leftover batter and started to eat it. You caught him watching you the batter off your finger a couple of times so you decided to . You dipped your fingers into the batter and took more batter than you had been. It dripped from your lips onto your chin and a small amount fell into your cleavage, you pretended not to notice. He turned away from you but you saw his grip on the bench tighten. You kept it up for the next couple of minutes until he took the bowl off you and washed it up. He was tense now, and with only one line to go you were interested to see if he could finish without any more mistakes.

After 10 minutes the lava cakes were done and he pulled them out of the oven. He immediately tipped them out onto small plates and served them with whipped double cream and a scoop of ice cream.  He took a steadying breath, looked at you and said "As always, thank you!" Then he bowed and looked at you, completely satisfied with himself.

"Excellent job. The aim from this though is to try and remember the recipe steps and have that jog your memory for the lines you have to speak. Obviously the third line is the one you'll have to practice but overall you did a really good job." He genuinely smiled at you before asking if the lesson was finished. When you nodded he attacked you with the whipped cream. You stood in your kitchen, too shocked to move. Half of your face was covered in whipped cream, the other half covered your hands and forearms where you'd covered your face. Once you'd gathered yourself you launched yourself at him, your arms landing around his neck as you wiped as much of the whipped cream off them as you could.

He started to fight back and eventually pinned you to the floor. He hovered over you, melting whipped cream dripping from his neck onto you. His eyes hooded. "Now, I finished my lesson. I seem to recall something about a reward." A single eyebrow raised.

"Yes, you get a reward if you successfully complete the lesson and behave yourself. You've managed to do ONE of those things."

"Not true, I behaved until the lesson was over."

"Underneath all this whipped cream there is a line of chocolate batter that would disagree with you D.O."

He laughed then leant down and your neck. You gasped at the sudden contact, feeling a tingling sensation as he passed over the sensitive part of your neck. His deep voice was somehow even lower when he spoke again. "Hmm, no. I don't see any chocolate here." He lifted his eyes back up to yours. "What kind of reward do I get?"

"What would you like?" You tried to sound like you were still in total control even though you weren't.

"To help you clean yourself up, and for you to help clean me up. Some careless person got both of us very dirty, and sticky." His voice was huskier now and he his lips again.

You could work with this, and if you were honest, you wanted this.  "Well then, I think you missed a spot."