Soju Shots • Y.min (discontinued)

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Jimin sat at his desk, colouring in a page in his colouring book while Yoongi sat like a potato on his bed. "Y'know, I'd really appreciate it if you'd just do something," Jimin dropped his pencil and spun around to face Yoongi. He just grunted in response. "Anything? Literally anything that doesn't involve being a bum!"

"Well I am kinda hungry," He said. "What kind of food do you have? I can cook something for us."

"I didn't know you could cook? Are you good at it?" Jimin asked.

"Yeah I'd say so. I cook for me and Joon a lot," Yoongi sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed.

"That's what you could do," Jimin said. Yoongi gave him a confused look. "A job? You could work in a restaurant. Can you cook steaks? There's a couple steak houses near here. I could come visit and you could make me a fantastic dinner."

"I can make steak. I'll think about it but, we need something to think about now," Yoongi said. "What do you have in the fridge?" He asked.

"I think we've got steak. Since you're so confident in your craft. That's what I think you should make," Jimin said. "We've got a grill on the patio in the back yard so you can use that."

Yoongi stood up. "Alright then, let's go," Jimin bounced up from his chair and followed Yoongi out to the kitchen.

Jimin opened up the fridge and took out a pack of steaks hidden in the very back of the drawer. "Here you go," Jimin handed it to Yoongi.

"Could you get me a plate please?" Yoongi asked as he began in wrapping the package. Jimin grabbed a plate from the cupboard and placed it on the counter. Yoongi quickly washed his hands before transferring the steak to the plate. "Now we wait."

"Wait for what?" Jimin asked.

"For it to get to room temperature, it'll cook weird if you don't," Yoongi explained.

"Ugh, that's gonna take forever," Jimin whined. He threw his arms around Yoongi's neck. "Why would you do this to me?"

"Oh how will you ever survive?" Yoongi said dramatically. "My love you are going to wither away!"

"I am! This is a serious matter!" Jimin yelled.

Yoongi smiled. "You're too cute."

Jimin frowned and his hands dropped from around Yoongi's neck. "I don't like you."

Yoongi put his hands on Jimin's hips and pulled him closer. "Is that so?" He asked. Jimin crosses his arms and scrunched up his nose. Yoongi kissed Jimin's cheek, slowly moving down to his neck. Jimin hummed in response to the gentle kisses against his neck.

"Boys?" Jimin stiffened at the sound of his mom's voice. Yoongi immediately dropped his hands from Jimin's waist. "What are you doing?"

Jimin cleated his throat. "Cooking dinner."

"Hmm? What a strange way to cook dinner?" She teased.

"Ah, I'm sorry," Yoongi apologized.

"Oh you don't have to say that," she said. "What are you cooking?"

"Yoongi's making steak!" Jimin was quick to brag about his boyfriend. "Apparently he's a master chef!"

"I did not say that. Don't put me at such high standards, I'm not Gordon Ramsay," Yoongi scratched the back of his neck. "I'm not that good."

"Shut up stupid. You just said like five minutes ago that you were good," Jimin shook his head.

"Well that's nice of him. I'll leave you two be," She said sweetly.

"That was weird," Jimin said.

"It's whatever. Where do you keep your seasons at?" Yoongi asked.

"Look! We have a cool spice rack!" Jimin pulled a long drawer out and showed Yoongi their array of spices and seasons. "It's cool right?"

"It's pretty neat," Yoongi squat down by the rack and picked out the spices he needed. "Should I make a piece for Muji? I know she's a bitch but it's kinda mean for me to make some for all of us."

"Yeah, I don't wanna make more tension between us, so it's a good idea if you do."

Yoongi nodded. "Can you find vegetable oil and tinfoil while I go heat up the grill?" Yoongi asked.

"Yeah I can do that," Yoongi nodded and headed out the back door. Jimin looked through the cupboards and cabinets for the oil and foil. He put the two items in the counter and waited for Yoongi to come back.

"Thank you," Yoongi lightly covered the steak with oil and began putting all the seasonings on. Flipping the meat to make sure he got both sides.

"Oh my god I'm so hungry!" Jimin pat his belly and stared at Yoongi. "Make it faster."

"Fine, I'll make it faster and then you'll get salmonella and die," Yoongi grabbed the plate and took it out to the grill.

"Why are you such a wiener?" Jimin asked.

"Dunno, I guess the wiener gene runs in my blood," Yoongi plopped the steaks down into the grill.

"Ew, that sounded awful," Jimin sat down on one of the foldable chairs and watched Yoongi cook. "How long is this gonna take?"

"Not too long," Yoongi said.

He waited a while before flipping them over. Jimin waiting very impatiently in the chair. He got up and hugged Yoongi from behind. "That's hot."

"Yeah fire is pretty hot," Yoongi said.

"I was talking about you dipshit," Jimin rested his chin against his shoulder. "You look hot when you cook."

"So I look ugly the rest of the time? Gee thanks," Yoongi shook his head. Jimin snorted and sat back down in the chair. Yoongi took the steaks off the grill and put them back into the plate. "Come on," Yoongi motioned for Jimin to follow him. The two went back into the house and Yoongi took the steak to the kitchen. He put a sheet of tinfoil over the top. "Just a few minutes, gotta let it settle."

"What smells so good?" Muji came out of her hell home of a room.

"Yoongi's making dinner for us," Ms. Park said.

"Oh," Muji peeked into the kitchen. "It's you," She said with a nasty look on her face.

"I made you some too if you don't wanna be an asshole for five minutes," Yoongi said.

Muji rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

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Y'all I'm gonna go to bed. I have the worst headache ever and I have a really bad cold. I wanted to update tho so goodnight.