Upon arriving home, Seokjin and Jimin pull you into the kitchen. You follow the two of them, each of them holding one hand.
When it comes to Jimin, you're used to his touchy nature. He's always hugging and holding hands because it's just part of his personality.
With Seokjin, however, you've noticed how he's a little more shy when it comes to touching others unless he's doing it with his close friends or as a joke.
You gulp before looking up, eyes staring at the back of Seokjin's head as you see his broad shoulders standing tall. He's standing up straight as he walks into the kitchen, his hand slightly behind him as he takes you into the kitchen. He gently squeezes your hand and you're too focused on this to pay attention to Jimin letting go of your other hand to enter the kitchen first.
"Y/N, I'm sorry if me talking about your height offended you. I really didn't mean to offend you," Seokjin states before turning to face you, the look of guilt and worry present in his eyes. You merely nod your head and watch as he slowly blinks for a moment before smiling back at you. "That's it? You're just nodding your head?"
"Oh! Um..." you lick your lips momentarily before glancing down at his lips subconsciously. He notices it but chooses not to point it out, knowing you're already fired up from the man in the parking lot earlier. He merely waits for you to finish speaking as he opens the double doors, walking you towards the dining table as Jimin places the apology cake on the table. "Sorry, just... I didn't get offended at all, Seokjin. I just didn't want to be involved in that argument. You know Jimin just wanted to push your buttons; it wasn't a real attack on your cooking." You state. He merely nods his head before shrugging his broad shoulders.
"I know he was just trying to push my buttons but I shouldn't have brought up your name during that. I'm sorry about that."
"That's okay." You state before smiling up at him. Seokjin pulls out the chair for you, gesturing for you to sit at the dining table as him and Jimin take seats next to the one Seokjin gestured for you to sit in. You sit down in the chair before looking up as you see a large cake. "Seokjin, why'd you make a cake that big?" you question, head snapping in Seokjin's direction. He merely shrugs his shoulders before reaching over the table to grab the knife to cut the cake.
"I know you like sweets and I felt bad so..." he places the knife in the cake, standing up to cut it. While he's standing, you can't help but notice the height of the cake.
It's tall enough to reach your chin while you're sitting down. It's coated in a bright pink frosting. You lick your lips as you see the design on top of the cake.
You know Seokjin is one of the few men who isn't afraid to admit his love for the color pink and some other things that are typically seen as 'feminine.' This knowledge explains the little edible butterflies he placed on the top of the cake. There's little blue and purple butterfly cake decorations on top of the cake and you tilt your head up to see the other decorations on the top of the cake. You tilt your chin a bit to get a better view of the writing on top of the cake.
You softly smile to yourself as you get a view of the words.
'I'm sorry, Y/N.'
You lick your lips and look up at Seokjin, who's still cutting the cake. Seokjin's fully focused on making sure each slice is even. Jimin hands him a few plates and he places one slice on one plate, one on another, but two on the third. You furrow your eyebrows before looking up at Seokjin.
"The cake is for you, so you get two pieces." Seokjin states, practically reading your mind as he speaks while sliding the plate with two slices over to you. You open your mouth to object and he immediately shakes his head. "Please accept the cake, Y/N." he states before staring down at you, his eyes practically pleading as he gestures for you to eat. You merely nod your head before digging the fork into the dessert.

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Chef's Kiss - ksj
Fanfiction"Or at least get one fuck buddy, so you're not bringing random men in here and making me cook for them." "You're my chef. You're getting paid to cook for me and whomever I ask you to cook for. What's your problem with it?" A small smile creeps into...