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thirty-five

"How the fuck do you—"

"Watch your language!"

"I'm sorry!" cries Jungkook, throwing his arms up in exasperation. "This is too difficult!"

"It's really not," Seokjin says sternly. "And I don't see why you feel the need to curse like that."

"I can't cook or bake or anything, hyung," the younger sighs. "I don't get how you do it so effortlessly."

"Practice," is Seokjin's simple answer as he brushes some stray flour out of Jungkook's hair. "God, you're so messy."

"Sorry."

"It's fine." Seokjin continues kneading the dough between his fingers, the originally-beige material turning a light pink as the food coloring mixes in. Jungkook watches Seokjin's arms intently, unable to tear his eyes away from the muscles moving under the elder's skin. "I can't believe you've never baked before, though."

Jungkook shrugs, nose scrunching up when a bit of flour falls out of his hair. "I don't know why. I just never had the interest."

"I've been baking since I was seven or so," Seokjin says, voice mellow as he seems lost in his his reminiscence. "I really enjoyed baking with my mom. Cooking, too, of course," he adds.

"Of course," Jungkook repeats with a laugh. "You didn't become head chef for nothing."

Seokjin's lips curl up in a smile. "I guess that's true." He finishes mixing in the food coloring and says, "Here, roll out the dough." He hands Jungkook the rolling pin. "Even pressure throughout," he advises as the boy rolls the dough out.

"I am!"

"No, you're not— Here, let me." He takes it from Jungkook and gently pushes him to the side, rolling out the dough himself. "See? Like that."

"Okay," Jungkook huffs. "You're such a perfectionist."

"Sorry for wanting the cookies to actually look good," Seokjin quips, pulling the sleeve of his pink shirt up higher as he continues to roll. "Give me the star shaped cookie cutter... No, the smaller one." He begins cutting out the shapes and instructs Jungkook to mix the green food coloring in with the other batch of dough.

Jungkook groans loudly. "You're making me do so much work."

"You're the one who said you wanted to help!" Seokjin cries, staring at Jungkook in disbelief.

With a disgruntled sigh, Jungkook does what Seokjin told him to do, and all the cookies are finished a couple of hours later. "These look good," Jungkook says proudly. "Good job, hyung."

"You helped, too," Seokjin grins, nudging Jungkook's arm with his elbow. The two are heading to the sink when Jungkook trips over the fabric of one of socks and falls. "Oh!" Seokjin cries, and his fingers grab onto the front of Jungkook's shirt. There's a split second where the teenager has regained his balance, but it's quickly shattered when Seokjin loses his balance as well and the two crash to the floor.

"Fuck," Jungkook hisses, eyes screwing shut in pain.

Seokjin rolls off Jungkook. "Watch your language," he mutters, voice strained.

"Now is not the time to be lecturing me," Jungkook snaps as he comes to a sitting position. "My head feels like it's going to split open."