Boys With Love [COMPLETE]

Chapter 11: Cooking Papa

I don't remember falling asleep on my bed the night before, but the memories all kind of blur together at this point. How long have I been here?

My head is spinning from all the times I was knocked out yesterday. I might have gotten a concussion. As I sigh deeply from thinking about the medical bills I will have to pay if I have a consicusopin, I smell some delicious food cooking. I roll over and nearly fall out of bed. My foot hits the remote and the vibration setting turns on. Huh, maybe it's not so bad after all.

I pull myself out of bed and stumble like Yooisgn did when he was drunk yesterday. I make my way to the kitchen, not because I am a wamen but because I want food.

Padding into the kitchen, I see a man with very wide shoulders standing at the stove. His back is facing me, and I admire the way his pink sweater hugs his humongous shoulders. They're like two Mount Everest peaks on each side of his body!

Something about him is just so warm and inviting and motherly that I shoot forward and wrap my arms around his waist, engulfing him in a back hug. His waist is tiny compared to his shoulders! I can almost wrap my arms around him twice. I nuzzle my face into the crack of his spine a few times, admiring the soft wool of the sweater.

I feel the body that I'm holding start to tremble slightly and I realize the man is laughing.

"Good morning. I'm going to assume this is Y/N because no one else will give me a hug because no one remembers I exist," Jin says in his masculine voice. He turns around in my arms and I pull away so i can look at his face properly. You see, I am very short and he is pretty tall so I don't want to strain my neck especially seeing as it might be broken from when Tae dropped me last night.

"Hello Oppar! What are you cooking! It smells delicious!" I proclaim. I'm not like other girls. I like stuffing my face with food and I'm not afraid to eat in front of guys. I will eat anyone's plate along with my own while other girls order their stupid salads.

"I'm glad you asked, since nobody around the house seems to know I cook breakfast for them here everyday!" Seokjin uses his spatula to point at each item on his pan. "That's a big pancake, for me. That's a medium pancake, for you, you little muffin cake"

I point at the tiny pancake the size of a quarter. "How about that one?"

"That one is for my mouse friend." I suddenly notice the chef's hat Jin is wearing, and he pulls it to reveal a little rat sitting on his brown locks. It lifts a paw to wave at me, and then it tugs on Jin's hair. "Oh, he says he's a rat, not a mouse."

I almost screech and pass out again, but the smell of food keeps me alive for now.

Seokjin takes my hands that were wrapped around his tiny corset-sized waist and changes his grip so we hold the pan handle together.

"I'm gonna teach you how to whip and nae nae this pancake, okay?"

"What???"

"On the count of three. One-"

I stare frantically at Jin's back because that's all that's in my vision.

"Two."

I pray to god that I don't die.

"Three."

Sockgin gently moves my hands in a quick flipping motion.

"See that wasn't so bad, was it? Try one by yourself." Jin says. I think he's putting too much faith in me. He hands me the other frying pan and I hold it with both hands.

"One, two, threeeeeEEEEEEEE" I screech as the pancake flies off the pan and lands directly on my face.

"Oh, that's alright." Jin flicks his pan at the perfect angle to land on his face too. "See, now we match!!"

"Hahahaha you're so funny!" I laugh, and he laughs with me, and it goes EEK EEK EEK. I forgot he had a windshield wiper laugh, but his laugh makes me laugh even harder.

Getting an idea, I grab a handful of flour he left out and yeet it at his face. His mouth falls open in surprise as the flour hits his skin. He looks like he does as much cocaine as Yoodhugidgg!

"Noooo not my beautiful faceu! Now I can't be worldwide handsome! I'm going to get you back, Y/N!"

He reaches into the box of sugar and tosses it at me. The grains rain down around me like crystal snow, and I giggle loudly. This time, I reach into the refrigerator and grab a cucumber. As it flies to him, he pulls out a samurai sword out of nowhere. All I see is a glint of white across his eyes, before the cucumber falls to the floor in tiny, perfect diced cubes. Omg, he is the ultimate fruit ninja!! Or should I say, fruit Jin-ja.

"You have to do more than that to beat me," Jin breathes cryptically. I turn to look in the fridge for more items to throw at the handsome the naan.

As I was about to turn around to chuck a lemon at his face, I felt something crack against the back of my head and something slimy slid down the back of my neck. What if that is his tongue?

"Oh, mianhae, Y/N, I got some egg yolk on you. Let me wipe it off."

I feel his hands against my sacred melons. Oh no he didn't!!

Immediately, I reach for the frying pan as my first mechanism of self defense. Nobody touches my baby lemons without my consent!!!

I swing blindly at him, but I've never taken a self defense class. My aim isn't too great and I miss him by a mile.

Seokjin grabs another dozen eggs in between his ten crooked fingers, holding them like Pokemon cards, and chucks them at me.

"AHHH," I scream, and when the eggs hit me in the face, I feel my consciousness go hazy, and Seokjin whispers,"What an egg-celent development."

Then I fall to the ground. Hopefully my skull didn't crack like the eggs.