Pit babe One-shot

Cooking Up Jealousy

The morning sun poured through the large kitchen window of Vel's apartment, casting a warm glow over the space. Krit Kitkaruwannakul, a culinary chef with a flair for the dramatic, moved with practiced ease around the kitchen. Today, he was determined to create the perfect breakfast for his boyfriend, Vel, who was a devoted gamer. The enticing aroma of freshly cooked pancakes wafted through the air, blending harmoniously with the scent of brewing coffee.

Krit hummed softly to himself, a playful smile dancing on his lips as he flipped the golden pancakes, watching them puff up perfectly. He loved mornings like this—when the world outside was still waking up, and he had the chance to spoil Vel with his culinary skills. As he set the pancakes on a plate, he glanced into the living room, where Vel was deeply engrossed in a video game.

“Hey, Vel! Breakfast is almost ready!” Krit called, his voice light and cheerful.

“Sweet! I’m just about to beat this level!” Vel shouted back, his fingers flying over the controller. His enthusiasm was infectious, and Krit couldn't help but chuckle. It was moments like this that made Krit feel lucky to have someone so unique in his life—a passionate gamer who could lose himself in a world of fantasy while still being grounded in reality.

After a few minutes, Krit finished plating the pancakes and set the table. He arranged fresh fruit alongside the stack and poured steaming coffee into two mugs, adding a splash of cream to Vel’s. With everything set, he walked into the living room.

“You know, you could take a break to eat something,” Krit teased, leaning against the doorframe with a playful smirk. “I promise the pancakes won’t bite.”

Vel glanced over his shoulder, a smirk of his own spreading across his face. “But I’m in the middle of a boss fight! Can’t you just bring it to me?”

Krit rolled his eyes but felt warmth spread through him at Vel’s antics. “Fine, but if you don’t make it to the next level after this, it’s on you,” he replied, setting the plate down on the coffee table.

They settled into their usual routine, Vel taking breaks between his gaming sessions to enjoy Krit’s cooking while the two bantered back and forth. Krit loved watching Vel eat; the way his eyes lit up at the first bite made all the effort worth it.

“These are amazing, Krit! You really outdid yourself this time!” Vel exclaimed, his mouth full of pancake.

“Just wait until you try my special syrup recipe,” Krit replied, feeling a surge of pride. “You’ll never want store-bought again.”

As they enjoyed breakfast together, the light-hearted teasing continued. Vel playfully challenged Krit to a gaming duel after they finished eating, and Krit accepted, eager to show off his skills. The playful competition was always a highlight of their weekends.

After they cleaned up, the couple lounged on the couch, ready to dive into the gaming world together. Krit was in the middle of explaining his strategy when the doorbell rang, interrupting the moment.

“I’ll get it!” Vel said, bouncing up from the couch. Krit watched him go, feeling a mix of anticipation and contentment. But that feeling quickly evaporated when Vel opened the door.

Standing there was Jack, Vel’s ex-boyfriend. The very sight of him made Krit’s heart sink. Jack was tall, with tousled hair and a charming smile that could easily disarm anyone. Krit felt a knot tighten in his stomach, his previously carefree morning suddenly clouded with tension.

“Hey, Vel!” Jack greeted, his voice smooth and casual, as if it was completely normal for him to show up unannounced. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by.”