Cypher {Suga X Reader}

Simply Experiencing Life

What should I cook today....

It's 16:48PM and I stood in the kitchen, overwhelmed by the various cutlery options and korean ingredients that stood before me. I'm not a great cook, but I'm not terrible either.

Okay... I know I can make fried rice... Should I just make kimchi fried rice? I'm sure it's no different, and we do a fuck ton of kimchi in the fridge..

I start getting out the supposed ingredients for the dish, putting the rice in the rice cooker before beginning to mince the vegetables.

"What'r you cooking?" I hear someone who sounds like Taehyung behind me.

"I'm going to attempt to make kimchi fried rice, but I can't promise it'll be the best you've ever tasted" I mutter, and it is Taehyung.

"Don't worry" he laughs, "I'm excited to try your cooking"

"I'll do my best then!" I smile and go back to trying to find a cutting board in the many available drawers.

"Hey, have you seen Yoongi?" I remember, turning back to face Taehyung who is now grabbing a drink from the fridge.

"I think he just came back from the studio, he's been stressed out from work" he replies, "and by the way, the cutting board is in the third drawer"

I mumble a "thanks" and proceed with my cooking mission.

I haven't seen Yoongi all day, since the boys are back to work on a new album. We have yet to publicly announce to the rest of the members about us, but we haven't hid our relationship either, so they have been quick to catch onto it.

Is this how you mince?

As I get on with my task, I see Yoongi exit his room in my peripheral vision; he's hunched over and his eyes are half open.

"Hey Yoongi" I greet him, not taking my eyes off of the cutting board.

"Hey babe..." he mumbles in a low voice, and I blush at his use of a pet name.

"Are you okay? You look kind of tired" I remark, turning around to face him while my right arm rests on the top of the counter.

"I'm okay, just tired...." he yawns.

"Do you want some coffee?" I ask, already reaching for a cup..

"Yes please.. Are you cooking?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm trying to make kimchi fried rice, you can eat when I'm done but I'll warn you, I'm not the best cook"

Yoongi chuckles and I hand him his plain black coffee, and to his sluggish demeanor I gently flick his forehead.

"You're so cute", I smile.

"Hey" and he drags out the vowel, "I'm a man aren't I? You can't call me cute"

I let out a giggle, "Doesn't matter", and I give him a quick peck before returning back to the counter.

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I sit in my room.

The rice was actually pretty good.

It's 17:32PM.

All I did today was cook and read...

It's quiet in this room, there's no exterior or interior sound. In response to the silence I begin to think, and that's never a good thing.

I'm making money now... I can probably move out in a month or so... What do I do about Yoongi?
I can't stay here forever, they're idols! They have yours, they travel the world..
What do I do?
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I mean maybe-