Sickeningly Sweet Like Honeyg
Authour: irlscout_kookie
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 1731
Ship: Jimin×Yoongi
Summary:
Stirring together the contents in his bowl, Yoongi takes a moment to reflect on his life and his choices.
Namjoon is standing at the station next to his, throwing him apologetic looks every now and then, as he tries to complete his own cake batter without somehow poisoning it.
Somehow, a few weeks ago, when they’d had to sign up for classes, Namjoon had convinced Yoongi that he should take the Home Economics class with him instead of a study hall.
Namjoon had claimed that he so desperately needed it because he would be graduating soon and he had absolutely no idea how to cook anything edible or without the possibility of burning the house down and he had to live somehow when he went off to college.
Yoongi agreed.
Namjoon was hopeless in the kitchen.
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Stirring together the contents in his bowl, Yoongi takes a moment to reflect on his life and his choices.
Namjoon is standing at the station next to his, throwing him apologetic looks every now and then, as he tries to complete his own cake batter without somehow poisoning it.
Somehow, a few weeks ago, when they’d had to sign up for classes, Namjoon had convinced Yoongi that he should take the Home Economics class with him instead of a study hall.
Namjoon had claimed that he so desperately needed it because he would be graduating soon and he had absolutely no idea how to cook anything edible or without the possibility of burning the house down and he had to live somehow when he went off to college.
Yoongi agreed.
Namjoon was hopeless in the kitchen.
He couldn’t even microwave ramen without having it boil over the sides of the cardboard container and all over the cafeteria microwave.
So he’d signed up for the stupid course because he was the best friend Namjoon could ever asked for.
He wasn’t the smartest, though, as he realized the first day of class, when he’d stepped in and saw the T.A. was a student who’s graduated just the year before, Kim Seokjin, aka the Object of Namjoon’s Obsession.
As soon as Yoongi saw him standing in front of the class, smiling as all the students entered, he’d sent Namjoon the dirtiest, most betrayed glare he could, but of course, his tall, dumb friend didn’t even see it, too busy staring at the pink apron-clad Seokjin.
Idiot.
And now here he was.
Baking a stupid strawberry cake instead of sleeping soundly, slumped against a desk in the blissfully quiet library.
He stirred his batter a little more violently, glaring over in Namjoon’s direction to let him know that it could actually be his brains in Yoongi’s bowl, but that he was feeling somehow nice enough to let him live another day.
Namjoon gulped nervously and looked away, not noticing as batter flew out of his bowl and all over his clothes.
Yoongi rolled his eyes and glanced back down at the recipe in front of him to see how long he had to bake the thing for.
