Jeon Jooyeon
"Shit, I miss your cooking so much.", Yoongi muttered underneath his breath, eyes inching for every each one of his mother's indeed mouth-watering dishes.
"Watch your mouth, young man.", his mother warned, slapping Yoongi's hand.
He took a seat right across me with his mother right next to me.
"Where's your dad?", I asked Yoongi as he looked up from his meal.
"He usually be home at 11, so having dinner without my father is already a normal thing to us.", he said.
His mother nodded, smiling sadly, nodding in a very slow pace.
She placed a few pieces of sliced beef into my plate, smiling motherly, "You should eat more."
"Don't be a twig like Yoongi,"
"Mom!", Yoongi whined, protesting the idea of him being called a twig because of his quite skinny self.
"I was being serious though,"
I just laughed at how Yoongi and his mother interact with each other, teasing each other like that.
What a happy family.
"You kids go do the dishes,"
Oh fuck.
I hate doing the dishes.
"What? But mom--"
"Get to work or else I'll kick you both out of this house.", she cut Yoongi off, and bluntly walked away, leaving us with no choice but to obey her instruction.
"Ugh, I hate this shit.", Yoongi muttered, approaching the table to get the used plates.
He put on the pink rubber gloves and get started with our task immediately.
I stood next to him, helping him by rinsing the plates with the tap water, before wiping it with a clean towel.
I arranged them in the rack, and we're done with the dishes about 10 minutes later.
Yoongi struggled to take off his apron, so I decides to help him.
As soon as I finished untying Yoongi's apron, I received a quick peck on my lips as I looked up to the person.
"Gotcha,"
I couldn't contain my smile so I ended up smiling from ear to ear, as he lifted me up from the floor, carrying me to the living room.
He gently laid me on the couch as he went to get his macbook.
"It's movie time!", he beamed like a kid and inserted an untitled blank white CD into his laptop.
"It's a horror movie,"
I instantly turned my head at Yoongi, knowing that I need to prepare my heart for the jumpscare scenes coming soon.
"Go get me some snacks,"
"What? Seriously? This was totally your idea and yet--"
He threw a cushion at my face, instantly making me swallow up my words and obeyed him.
"Just go,"
I rolled my eyes, walking towards the kitchen while cursing Yoongi under my breath.
I came back with a few bags of snacks and went to sit next to Yoongi.
He took a bag of potato chips and ripped it open, as he placed it on his lap and started eating while focusing on the movie.
"Bitch," I cursed under my breath but not expecting that it is still audible enough for Yoongi.
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• Laundry •
Fanfiction"What are you doing here?" "Doing my laundry, of course. What else?" In which a 24-hours laundry is their usual place to see each other.
