"S-sir?"
He stutters, cheeks tinting red as he adjusts his falling glasses up to his nasal bone.
"Hoseok, I need you to marry me."
"What?!"
The male shouts, heart racing wildly as he he stares at the silver haired male in disbelief.
[YoonSeok]
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"You're so fucking annoying."
Yoongi grumbles, letting the brunette drag him out nonetheless. They walk into the supermarket with the black haired male pushing a trolley cart behind his husband.
Hoseok ignores that little comment and smiles widely, skipping his way over to the meat section. His eyes sparkle at the freshness, knowing that he's going to eat well for the night.
"Yoongi, should we get pork chops or lamb chops?"
The black haired male stands behind the cart with his hands buried into the pocket of his thick black hoodie.
"Just get both."
He mumbles uninterestedly, watching Hoseok pout at the lack of attentiveness. The man sighs, feeling weak for the look on the smaller's face.
"I like lamb chops better but my friends are not a fan. I think we should get both, and some seafood as well."
That's right, they were doing a quick grocery run for the dinner party they're having for Yoongi's promotion. Nodding his head at the suggestion, the brunette concentrates on picking the best ingredients.
"Yoongi?"
"What now?"
"Which one should I get?"
Hoseok asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he holds up two bottles of sesame oil from different brands. The black haired male groans as he slumps forward on the cart with his head facing down.
"Be serious!"
"I don't know, the expensive one?"
"God Yoongi! Not every expensive items are good."
The black haired male sighs, looking up at the younger with his lips pursed for a second.
"Okay, so get the cheaper one?"
"No, Yoongi. I'm taking the expensive one because it's more nutritious."
"It's literally sesame oil and I told you to take that one."
"I don't listen to arrogant men."
"Right."
Yoongi utters sarcastically, pushing the cart away as Hoseok runs after him with the expensive bottle of sesame oil in his hand.
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"Woah, you have the hands of a God."
The brunette exclaims, munching on the spicy soy garlic shrimp Seokjin had made. It's half past seven and they're both in the kitchen, preparing for the dinner.
