Tuesday
"DINNER'S READY!"
"..."
"Hyuuung!" Hoseok grumbled as he walked from the kitchen to Yoongi's bedroom. Their shared apartment wasn't big by any means, but the elder was a deep sleeper so he didn't always hear Hoseok when he called. Other times Yoongi simply didn't feel like moving, causing the younger to physically come and get him.
This was one of those times.
"Hyung, I made food if you want some," Hoseok spoke to the blanket pile on the bed as he stood in the doorway crossing his arms. Yoongi's head quickly poked out from the heap.
"Did you make something healthy?" Yoongi asked, voice gruff from sleep. His grey hair fell messily around his head. His eyes were barely opened and accompanied with a pout. Hoseok found himself staring at the man before him.
"Yah! Answer my question and stop staring!" The elder scolded.
"Uh-ahem. I mean it's salad," Hoseok said, unsure. Yoongi, now sitting up and still wrapped in blankets, eyed his dongsaeng skeptically.
"Ew. No thanks."
"C'mon hyung. It's not just lettuce, that's boring. I've added cucumbers, carrots, baby tomatoes, artichokes, and baked chicken. I can even add croutons just for you! I promise it's good!" The young brunette exclaimed.
"I don't want your healthy people food, Hobi."
"Aish, hyung! You can't just eat sweets forever. I bet you couldn't eat healthy even if your life depended on it!" Hoseok smirked with a roll of his eyes.
Yoongi squinted at him, brows knitted together. How dare he underestimate my willpower. I can eat whatever I want, including gross rabbit food! I'm Min Yoongi for crying out loud!
"Fine," he said. "I'll eat healthy for a whole week!" He firmly nodded his head in resolution.
"A week?! You're on! As of tomorrow, you're gonna be eating better," Hoseok agreed as they shook hands on it.
"And you have to eat sweets for a week," Yoongi snickered, walking out of the room, leaving a pale-faced Hoseok gaping at where the smaller once stood.
Sweets?! For a whole week?!
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Salads & Sweets [Sope/Yoonseok]
FanfictionYoongi and Hoseok are roommates with very different food tastes. What happens when a simple joke turns into a week-long bet?