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The Trials and Tribulations of Cooking, feat. Y/n & Jimin

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Y/n

One week after going to dinner with Jimin, Y/n decided to teach the boys how to cook.

Mark, Sean, and Jimin were at Mark's house that was more like a mansion (a common theme with the most successful YouTubers). His dog, Chica, came over and licked Y/n's sneakers while the quartet traversed the kitchen to set up the supplies needed to make kongguksu, which was a Korean dish. Both Mark and Jimin were Korean, and Mark had bragged about his mom, or Momiplier, teaching him Korean cooking techniques. Was he good at it? Who knew, but at least he had some experience.

Y/n had experience with various types of cuisines thanks to her fascination with food. Chocolate in particular, but all food was important to her, she didn't discriminate. That was why she had recommended the collab, and the boys were onboard. Jimin in particular, of course.

Mark's kitchen had shiny black and white marble making up the countertops, and all his cabinets and cupboards were closed with not a single thing out of place. His black fridge had two doors, a giant freezer, and an ice machine that never ran out of ice. Not to mention it was peaceful in the kitchen, with no noises, not so much as a radiator creak, interrupting them.

"Camera set?" Mark asked, and Sean confirmed it. Sean had set it up on the tripod and made sure the battery was good and the angle didn't look like shit. They each had mics on, and there were mics around the kitchen to pick up every little thing.

"All ready. Jimin, get the supplies."

Jimin listened to Sean and grabbed what they needed for the cooking video, including the cookbook that had the recipe in it. It was a soy milk noodle soup, and according to Jimin, his mother had once taught him how to make it. Mark claimed the same, so who knew how it'd turn out.

Jimin didn't talk about his parents much other than to mention how they were living a happy life in Oregon, enjoying the nature and hiking trails, and they had a good relationship with their son. In a way, that was like Y/n with her mom. Her mom was gone often, but that didn't weaken their bond. Maybe it even strengthened it.

"I'm setting it to record in ten seconds. Get ready," Sean said as he did just that. He came rushing over behind the counter, and the squad stood together, waiting for the recording light to come on. As soon as it did, Sean beamed. "Top of the mornin' to ya, laddies, my name is Jackseptic-"

"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier-"

"Hey guys, your favorite fat-assed king is back with another video."

All three of the boys interrupted each other, and Y/n chuckled at that. She didn't have a specific intro like they did, so she opted to wave to the camera and hope her shining presence would be enough. If the boys minded her not being as vocal, they didn't show it, but they also knew she was the most shy out of the gang.

"Don't steal my thunder, come on," Jimin said, extending his arms to draw more attention to himself. "I'm supposed to be the lead man here. I have the most subscribers."

That was true. Both Mark and Sean had over thirty million subs each, but not quite forty like Jimin. However, that didn't mean Mark and Sean wouldn't put up a fight. No, that wasn't for them. Mark and Sean were much too petty.

"Don't even," Mark said with a finger point at the same time Sean said, "I don't remember asking you, little guy."

"Little?" Jimin asked with bulging eyes, ignoring Mark. "You're shorter than me!"

"Only in technicality, not in spirit!"

That resulted in them, surprise surprise, not cooking. Why did Y/n think it was a good idea to host a cooking episode with them? Cooking with just Mark would result in more chaos than cooking, so why did she think having the three of them would do anything? Eh, whatever. Too late now. She had to stick with it and somehow make a comprehensive video.

"Guys," Y/n said with a facepalm. "We're filming a cooking video, okay? Cooking. Why don't we focus on that?"

Sean crossed his arms over his chest, some of his bushy dark hair falling in his face. "Why would we do that when we can make fun of each other instead?"

"Exactly!" Jimin bounced on his feet as he said it, clapping his hands together as if Sean said the most amazing thing in the world. "But." He stopped and sighed. "Food sounds good too. Mark, hand me the cookbook!"

Mark grumbled and held onto it for longer than needed before giving in, and Jimin looked through it, humming to himself. After thirty seconds of Sean and Mark bantering and Jimin trying to move the video along, Jimin huffed and placed his hands on the counter. Y/n had to admit it was attractive how his arms moved under his long-sleeved compression shirt.

"I have no idea what to do with any of this," Jimin said, interrupting Sean and Mark. The two glanced at him, and Mark peeked over Jimin's shoulder to see if he could help.

"Oh God, I don't even know the first word."

Y/n knitted her brows. "Salt?"

"Oh."

She groaned and backed away, having a permanent facepalm and wishing she could run away. But it only got more chaotic when they tried to get all the ingredients and ended up spilling soy beans everywhere. They scattered on the floor, and Mark rushed his dog away so she wouldn't eat any of them, taking the poor dog to his girlfriend, Amy, who waited in the other room, watching a romcom Y/n didn't know the name of. That left her with the two imbeciles trying to "clean" the beans.

It ended with Jimin tripping over them and falling on his ass.

Y/n, as always, facepalmed, watching as her cooking video idea turned into... whatever it was currently. She sighed, shook her head, and went to go grab the dustpan from Mark's pantry as she thought a variety of thoughts, but one shone through more than the others. It was a simple question.

What had Y/n gotten herself into?

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