The big screen held images of the global icons, their handsome faces shown to the bustling crowds of Gwacheon. The cold wind bit at your exposed cheeks. You kept your head bowed as you shuffled uncomfortably through the crowd.
A hand clutched yours, giving you a comforting squeeze.
You looked up, only able to see the side profile of the figure. Just seeing the small dimple on his cheek caused a warm feeling in your chest.
You soon broke the crowd, hand still clutched in the other's hand. Walking over to the bus stop, you looked up. Your heart raced when you met his eyes and dimpled smile.
"Well, that wasn't too bad was it Y/N?" He nudged your shoulder.
"It was still bad, Woosung." You gripped his hand tighter, "Just I managed to not faint this time and cause you to panic."
"That makes it better,Y/N," He poked your cheek, "We still on for dinner tonight?"
"Of course, Sungie." You piped, "I'm making bulgogi, how does that sound?"
His eyes immediately lit up, "Sounds perfect." He wrapped his arms around your back, giving you warmth through the cold.
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The smell of chicken wafted through the air. He quickly turned the chicken over, releasing the sound of sizzles. The table was set, the food was cooking and turning out great, and the house was quiet. He sang as he bustled through the kitchen.
Loud yells and stomps sounded before the door burst open, bursting the tranquility. Singing induced as the men went into their rooms.
"A hello would've been nice, you bastards!" He yelled while carefully taking out the chicken from the pot and placing it on a plate.
"Sorry, hyung." piped one as he scurried out of his room. "Whatcha cooking?"
"I made fried chicken, but then I realized you guys would be better off with grilled cheese. So excuse me as I take my delicious meal to the table, Jimin." Jimin pouted as he watched his hyung walk toward the dining room.
"Seokjinie hyung, I'm sorry!" He shouted after the taller male, "Can I have a bite please? A little tiny one? Really small like a bean, you can rip it off if you wan-"
"Shut up, duckface." Seokjin interrupted, whilst shoving chicken in his mouth. Jimin slowly ate it, absorbing the flavor. He watched expecting a good reaction.
"This is so good, hyung. Its probably the best fucking chick- oh shit." Jimin glanced at his hyung who's mouth was gaping open.
"You're on the thin fucking ice, bitch." Seokjin seethed. Seokjin's first rule regardless of wherever you were was, 'no swearing and if you do, you'll be cleaning your mouth headfirst in the toilet.' Surprisingly, Jimin managed to break this rule quite a bit. Even when they debuted, Seokjin spared no-one.
"Look at that, dipshits. Jimin's got himself in buried in mounds of fuck." Yoongi teased as he entered the room, Jungkook behind him. Jungkook's eyes widened realizing his hyung's mistake.
"You might wanna stop right there, Yoongi. Before I fucking whoop your ass outta Seoul and back to Daegu, whore." Seokjin glared at him, Namjoon walked in before immediately excusing himself.
As if it were rehearsed, Yoongi and Jimin sprinted for the rooms. Seokjin grabbed a spatula before chasing after them. Jungkook calmly watched before seating himself at the table, eating his grilled cheese.
Shrieks were heard in the distance and whacking noises were heard. Taehyung chose this moment to enter the dining room and saying, "We clear?"
Jungkook nodded before continuing to eat, Namjoon and Hoseok slipped in beside Taehyung. The three sat down beside Jungkook and proceeded to eat.
"Fuck, I'm sorry hyung!" Yoongi yelled, a massive whack proceeded to sound throughout the house.
"Idiots," Namjoon scoffed before grabbing another sandwich.
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"What the fuc-"Woosung stopped immediately when seeing your glare, "fookitykookity this is so good, Y/N."
"Thank you," You smiled before placing a bottle of soju on the table.You joined Woosung at the table, immediately diving into the food. "The salad you made isn't half bad either."
"But it's salad. You can't exactly mess it up." Woosung frowned as you smiled. You delved into the salad once more, piling on the dressing.
"It's good, especially the dressing."
"You can't mess up dressing!" He whined, about to go on but you interrupted with a peck. Both of your faces flushed pink.
"It's good, Woosung."
"But I don't like it when women do all the housework. Like cooking and stuff, I wanna help too." You giggled at his complaint.
"You've already helped." You poured yourself a glass of soju, downing it immediately:
"Y/N?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
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"I love you too, asshole" Seokjin squealed as the hairdresser sighed in defeat. The hairdresser walked away scissors clenched in his hand.
"Hyung, how long are you going to keep this up?" Namjoon sighed, leaning back as the hairstylist fixed his hair.
"As long as I finally get a nice mullet." Seokjin got up from his chair, "I remember someone telling me once that long hair suited me."
A faint smile caressed his plump lips. The memory sweet and youthful.
"They must have good taste, introduce me sometime." Namjoon looked Seokjin up and down, "Won't you hyung?"
"Mhm," Seokjin left the room, his head filled with memories.
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short chap, but the rest will definitely be longer!
