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Yoongi POV

Counselor-nim has a cold. He asked if we'll be fine making our own breakfasts. Which lead to Jimin saying he liked when Jungkook made him food. Which resulted in Jungkook making the three of us breakfast now.

I cracked open the window to prevent the fire alarm from going off. Jimin stood on a chair fanning down the fire alarm with one of Counselor-nim's priceless Japanese fans. Jungkook panicked as he placed the final pancake onto the plate with a small stack.

"J-just gotta make the eggs now" he laughed awkwardly as he turned off the big burner and moved onto a smaller one. Scrambling up a few eggs for us. I huffed as I stared out the window.

I could literally run away right now. That'd be insane of me though. I'm safe here. Counselor-nim might not be accepting of any of us, but he's treated us a whole lot fucking better than any of our families ever have. Even Jin and Namjoon- this filthy rich fucks.

I looked back up at Jimin. My lips curving up as he pouted while waving the alarm. Using both arms. His shirt exposed slightly toned torso. Along with that asshole Jungkook's baseball shorts that he had double knotted in order for them to fit his waist. Even still, his belly button peaked out.

"Oh you're done!" Jimin cheered as he got off the chair and took the plate of pancakes from Jungkook. While Jungkook walked over with the plate of scrambled eggs. I pushed myself closer to the table and reached for two pancakes as soon as Jimin set the plate down.

Jimin served both himself and Jungkook like he was his parent. Jungkook nodded as a thank you to which i scoffed under my breath over.

Impolite dickwad. You boyfriend did a kind gesture for you, at least verbally show gratitude. Even still, your boyfriend looks at you with all the love in the world.

This food in all honesty didn't look all that appetizing. My pancakes were cooked well past crispy. The eggs were more brown than yellow. I just hope drowning it all in syrup will save the meal.

Jimin began to eat normally. Not a hint of disgust was written on his face. It took me by surprise really. He was eating well, as if he was eating at gourmet. I decided to test my luck as well. Taking a bite full. As soon as the food hit my tongue, I knew I'll probably be dead from food poisoning in three days tops.

Thats when I noticed Jungkook push around the food on his plate. Not wanting to eat it either. I pushed my plate from me shamelessly. Going to get a bowl for cereal out of the cupboard.

"I'm sorry your breakfast wasn't good" Jungkook said out loud.

I looked back at him, thinking he was targeting me, but he was looking at Jimin.

The lovesick boy then wiped his mouth off and smiled. Shaking his head and rubbing circles into Jungkook's
back.

"It was delicious, thank you"

I stood there with my eyes fixed on them.

"It wasn't" Jungkook was genuinely upset with his cooking.

It wasn't good, he's right. I don't get why Jimin would lie straight to his face when anyone with developed tastebuds would know better.

"yes, fine, but it was from you, so I liked it" Jimin responded.

I scoffed at first- quietly so I didn't interrupt. However, after studying Jimin a few moments longer, he was telling the truth. He really did like Jungkook's cooking. It could've been burnt even worse, he would've still loved it.

I hate that shit. I fucking hate it. It should be me cooking his meals and him enjoying whatever I offer up.

"T-that's cheesy" Jungkook stuttered out. Turning his head away. Even from in the kitchen, I could see Jungkooks red ears and cheeks.

Jimin then smiled widely. Letting outa soft giggle as he grabbed Jungkooks chin and guiding his head back to facing his. He then leaned in quickly and pecked the younger's lips.

"I like cheesy"

It didn't take a rocket scientist to know Jungkook was over the moon. Smiling ear to ear.

"I-I guess I do too"

Damn it...