Brat || F!Yandere X F!Reader

Finger Foods

With the promise of food, you led Ha-Joon back downstairs and into the kitchen, still holding hands the entire time, like you couldn't trust her not to wander off.

You pulled out a chair at the kitchen table, facing the stove so she'd have a clear view of you as you worked. She sat down and you pushed the chair back in.

Before looking through the refrigerator, you made your way over to the dry pantry. Instantly, a big yellow box jumped out at you.

"Here you go," you cooed, pouring out a handful or so of Cheerios on the table in front of her. "That should tide you over until dinner is ready. Eat them one at a time so you don't choke."

Ha-Joon looked at you in such wide-eyed panic that it gave you pause. Finally, it clicked. You had a little chuckle at her expense.

"I'll take out your pacifier," you said. "Remember, though, I want not a word out of you." With that, you pulled the spit-soaked soother out of her mouth. You expected that to break the spell, for her to start screaming the second she didn't have anything in her mouth.

But she didn't. Instead, she looked down at the table, at her little pile of cereal. Then she picked up a single Cheerio, stared at it with Bobby Fischer-like intensity, before popping it in her mouth.

You leaned down to press a kiss to the back of her damp head before hurrying over to the fridge. It was fully stocked, everything fresh and organic. The possibilities were endless.

Well, Ha-Joon had already started with cereal. Why not have breakfast for dinner?

It took a few loads to grab everything you needed from both the refrigerator and pantry, but you managed without a problem. Next, you rooted around in the cabinets until you found a large skillet that would do nicely.

You started with bacon, because that needed to start cooking on a cool skillet and you could save the grease and use it as a butter and oil substitute in the rest of your cooking.

"Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring! Banana phone! Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring! Banana phone! I've got this feeling, so appealing... For us to get together and sing, sing!" You sang over the sizzling of meat and fat.

"Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring! Banana phone! Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding! Donana phone! It grows in bunches, I've got my hunches... It's the best! Beats the rest! Cellular, modular, interactivodular!"

Once the bacon was done frying, you patted it down with paper towels and brought it over to her on a small plate. She ate it without complaint.

Next you started on a garden omelet, which quickly turned into a garden scramble after you failed to flip it correctly. Still, you broke it up into bite-sized chunks with your spatula, let it cool so it was no longer hot to the touch, and brought it over too.

The scramble Ha-Joon frowned at in confusion, likely because you hadn't given her any utensils. She scooted her chair back a few inches, probably to stand up and retrieve them herself.

"No," you said sharply, shoving her chair back in. "Like this." You pinched a chunk of egg between your thumb and forefinger and popped it into your mouth, made a big show of chewing and swallowing. "See? It's yummy!"

She glowered at you, but you didn't back down, refused to return to the stove until you saw her take a bite. For the longest time, you just stared at one another.

It wasn't like you were holding a gun to her head and ordering her to act like a baby. She could say stop at any time, and you would. You'd also leave, but that's beside the point.

Eventually, Ha-Joon caved, started eating the scramble with her fingers like she had with the Cheerios and bacon.

All that was left was dessert. You made a batter based on the instructions of the box of pancake mix, adding cocoa powder for some extra color and flavor

Once you had a small, short stack on a plate, you cracked open a can of whipped cream and drew a happy face on top. A banana slice for the nose, two maraschino cherries to add more dimension to the eyes, and... Done!

"Here, for my special girl," you cooed, placing the last plate down in front of her. She eyed the fork in your hand hopefully. You dashed those hopes when you started cutting up the pancakes for her, picked up a small piece on the tines, and held it up to her mouth. "Here comes the choo choo train! Chugga chugga chugga choo choo!"

You expected this to be the straw that broke the camel's back, the last indignation Ha-Joon would bear. Your smile was anything but comforting. In fact, it was rather wicked and spiteful. But she just looked at you, face set with determination... And opened her mouth.