EATJIN! | KSJ & PJM

- just dance -

"So, how did it go?" Namjoon asked, sticking his hip out, and proceeding to clap in a helicopter motion, slowly turning. He attempted to mirror the figures dancing on screen, and in a poorly calculated movement, he knocked over his water bottle. It landed on the hardwood with a loud, metallic, clanging noise that rand throughout their shared apartment. Seokjin winced, pausing the game, to pick the bottle up. He might like Namjoon, but he wasn't going to sacrifice points for him. Especially not in Just Dance.

"I winged it," Seokjin said, wrapping his hand around the bottle, and setting it upright. The image of the students cheering was still ingrained into his mind. Then, he thought of Jimin and his sparkling eyes, leaning against the wall. He stood up, suddenly, grinning like an idiot. "I made a friend."

Namjoon turned to face him. "Really?" He asked. "How'd you manage to do that?" He looked perplexed, eyebrows furrowed. "Weren't you supposed to give a speech and go?"

Seokjin straightened up to explain, but suddenly, Namjoon's ringtone sounded out. FourFive Seconds echoed through the room, interrupting Seokjin. Namjoon pulled the phone out of his pocket and checked the screen, holding it out for Seokjin to see.

"It's Adora," He said, apologetically. "Tell me later, okay?"

And with that, he ran to his room to answer his call. Sighing, Seokjin switched off the game screen, and threw himself onto the couch. Just Dance would have to wait another day.

"No, Jungkook," Seokjin said, carefully plucking the sugar out of the apprentice's hand. Jungkook's eyes followed the jar of sugar in Seokjin's hands, slowly moving the sweeter lookalike of salt away from him. Seokjin sighed. His day had been damp and dull, much like Jungkook's failed attempt at noodles. Not to mention Seokjin didn't have a chance to talk about the school encounter with Namjoon the previous day. "We use salt to season the noodles. Not sugar."

Jungkook let out a heavy breath, shoulders slumping. "Face it, Chef Kim. I'm hopeless. What kind of idiot can't tell the difference between salt and sugar?"

Seokjin scoffed. "This idiot," He said, switching the sugar for its more savory counterpart. "No one can tell the difference between the two just by sight. Which is why, as chefs, we always taste our ingredients."

To demonstrate, Seokjin sprinkled some salt into the pot, along with some other seasonings that Jungkook probably couldn't name. Carefully, he dipped the tasting spoon into the pot, picking up a few cooked noodles, then tried them out on his tongue. 

"Horrid," Seokjin said, bluntly.

"Gee, thanks." 

Seokjin shook his head slightly, cracking his neck, like he always did before fixing the unfixable, more well known as one of Jungkook's culinary disasters. It was common practice these days, but it didn't mean that Seokjin couldn't look cool doing it. Jungkook watched, head cocked to the side in slight confusion, with a pinch of awe mixed in.  

In a second, Seokjin threw together a glorious tomato sauce to dress up the bland, starchy noodles, then cut some green vegetables and roasted some brussel sprouts in a separate pan. Jungkook tried to follow along as Seokjin tossed the sauce and noodles together, sliding the almost-perfect dish onto a white plate, followed by the greens. The young apprentice blinked, as if the sight before him were unreal.

"I did my best," Seokjin said, shaking his head. "But I'm afraid you've screwed up your noodles so bad, not even the curses of Gordon Ramsay can scare them into fixing themselves."

Jungkook shrugged, taking a fork and winding the noodles into it, before shoving as much as he could into his mouth. It wasn't bad at all, to be honest. The sauce was creamy, and the greens were crisp and were bursting with flavor, but, it could've been a lot better without the noodles.