The kitchen was a theater of controlled mayhem, a spectacle where flour dust danced in the air, knives flashed under bright lights, and insults were hurled like expertly sharpened blades. Jiyeon thrived in this chaos, thriving like a caffeinated squirrel running an obstacle course, with each step more dangerous and exhilarating than the last.
"I swear, if you throw flour at me one more time, Kang, I'm going to use your face as a cutting board!" Jiyeon barked, ducking just in time as a cloud of flour exploded nearby.
Kang smirked from across the counter, clearly unbothered. "Oh, please, Jiyeon. You'd miss my gorgeous features too much."
"Gorgeous features?" Jiyeon's scoff was loud enough to echo. "More like tragic. You're one bad haircut away from looking like a depressed sea lion."
