Hate me. (Minsung)

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jisung wanted to badly to be right so that he'd have something to use again minho- but he was so wrong.

when he said he was going to cook, jisung would've never thought it would be a full fucking steak minho was making.

jisung thought he was gonna make white rice and call it a day. maybe a salad on the side.

but here he was, sitting on his bed with his mouth watering at the smell of the delicious steak, sizzling on the pan.

his eye was beginning to twitch.

he knew there was no way in hell this would taste bad.

the smoke lightly filled the dorm, making it smell so fucking delicious and intriguing. jisung's mouth consistently watered.

to be honest, jisung couldn't remember the last time he had a decently cooked meal- steak for that matter. he couldn't focus on anything else other than the smell.

he had bought some steak recently with the pure intention of cooking it- but the knowledge that he was most likely going to ruin it was holding him back.

so maybe it was a good thing minho found them.

it took a while of agonizing waiting before the food was ready to eat. minho got himself out a plate and served himself, going to sit down at the table to eat while watching a podcast on his phone.

the moment jisung saw minho get a plate for himself- he shot up to grab one too, immediately serving himself some fried rice with steak.

he debated on eating in bed, but decided that he couldn't wait those five seconds it would take to make it there- so he sat down at the table as well.

minho had already started eating, using metal chopsticks to pick up the cut up pieces of steak on his plate, eyes glued to his podcast in interest.

jisung hesitated before even actually eating.

...what if it was poisoned?

he eyed minho for a second but then decided he didn't care if it was. he was too hungry, and it smelled too good.

without a second thought, jisung shoved the first piece into his mouth and swore he saw stars. never in his life had he ever had steak nearly melt in his mouth like the flavors of this one did.

he glanced back at minho across from him to see him casually eating still, scanning for another podcast to listen to on his phone.

jisung was surprised he didn't ask him how it was. but maybe that was a good thing.

jisung didn't know if his pride would've let him admit that it tasted extremely impressive to minho out of all people.

so instead he ate all of it, barely taking proper breaths and finished it all in a mere couple of minutes. the plate didn't have even a single grain of rice left by the time he was done.

meanwhile minho was still sitting there eating at his own pace, taking slow bites and multitasking at the same time. as if he didn't just create the best meal jisung had in a while.

the blonde got up to put the plate in the sink, sighing contently from feeling full and sleepy. he patted his stomach and walked the plate to the kitchen.

he stretched afterwards, humming a little afterwards as he practically floated over to his bed.

"you're welcome." minho called over, clearly sounding sarcastic.

jisung rolled his eyes a little, his bubble popping. "thanks." he said, equally as sarcastic before pulling the blankets over his head.

he rolled over to his side and closed his eyes for a desperately needed nap. "just because you can cook doesn't mean i still don't fucking hate you." he made sure to call out from under the blankets.