The morning after her grand pumpkin-carving victory, Jiyeon strutted into the kitchen like she'd just won a Michelin star, not a glittery pumpkin contest. Kang shot her a look that practically screamed, "don't even start." But that only made her grin wider.
"Ah, there he is!" Jiyeon sang, tossing her bag on the counter. "The true star of the kitchen. And by 'star,' I mean the grumpiest chef to ever grace the culinary arts."
Kang rolled his eyes, barely pausing in his chopping. "Please, your glitter-infested pumpkin would've been laughed off any real stage."
"Oh, Kang," she sighed dramatically, leaning on the counter and watching him like he was a rare species. "Always so precise, so serious. It's a wonder you haven't combusted from the sheer force of your intensity."
Kang shot her a sidelong glance, eyes sharp as his knife. "And it's a wonder you haven't exploded from that chaotic mess you call 'creativity.'"
