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seokjin hums softly to himself as he mixes the batter in the bowl, rubbing his eye with his sleeve. he grabs a baking pan and carefully pours the batter into it, wondering what he should make for dinner. seokjin sighs and calls out, “yoongi! where are you?”
“planning world domination.”
“that’s great, sweetheart. what do you want to eat for dinner?”
yoongi comes into the kitchen, grumbling, “can’t i just kill someone and call it a day?”
“that’s not dinner,” seokjin rolls his eyes. he makes sure the batter is evenly spread before putting it in the oven, turning it on and setting the correct temperature before turning to yoongi. “stop using that as an answer, you dumb demon. i’m making brownies, and that won’t be our dinner.”
“... i’ve been craving naengmyeon,” yoongi says after some thought. “and don’t call me dumb.”
“dummy,” seokjin snorts, kissing yoongi’s cheek. “i’ll make us naengmyeon. want some beef bulgogi with it?”
“that’d be nice,” yoongi hums, leaning against seokjin. “you didn’t have to make brownies, too.”
“you’ve been whining about wanting brownies for like, weeks,” seokjin chuckles, shifting slightly when he feels yoongi’s horns poke him, the demon mumbling an apology. “and whenever i buy brownies, you still whine. are you sure you’re like, hundreds of years old?”
“just because i’m a hundred years younger than you doesn’t mean you should poke fun at my cravings,” yoongi grumbles. “let me indulge in the new sweets of today.”
“dummy,” seokjin repeats, but his tone remains fond. “can you get the beef from the freezer? and the brisket and any other things we need for the broth.”
yoongi nods and goes to get the meat while seokjin grabs the side ingredients for the broth. yoongi hands him the wrapped up brisket, and seokjin takes it, putting water in a bowl before unwrapping the brisket and placing it in the bowl to soak and setting it aside. yoongi slices up the meat for the bulgogi until 10 minutes has passed and seokjin’s putting the brisket with some of the other ingredients into a pot, setting the heat on high.
yoongi zones out slightly, all of his focus on the beef, until he hears a sharp gasp from besides him, and he whips his head over to see seokjin falling to his knees, clutching his back and gasping in quick, short breaths.
“no, no, no, no ,” yoongi mumbles, falling to his knees next to seokjin and helping him strip off his shirt, wincing at the irritated skin and slow drips of blood coming from where his wings used to be.
seokjin -- he’s a fallen angel. most of his angel partners considered his acts traitorous when they found that someone amongst them was with a demon . although there were a few that defended him, the majority voted to exile him, and gave him one of the worse punishments -- they stripped him of his wings. but now, every once in a while, when they’re feeling spiteful, they cause seokjin to feel pain where his wings were.
yoongi takes a deep breath as he grabs a towel, dampening it slightly as he wipes away the blood from the scars. seokjin lets out a shaky sob as he turns to lean his head against yoongi’s shoulder. “ hurts .”
“i know, i know,” yoongi whispers, rubbing seokjin’s shoulder as he continues to gently wipe at seokjin’s back. “it’s fine, you’re going to be fine…”
yoongi frowns softly -- seokjin’s spine is a bit more prominent than he remembered. but he puts that thought to the side for now, whispering gentle reassurances to seokjin. he faintly registers the water boiling, and he reaches up to lower the heat before focusing his attention back on seokjin.
he inspects the skin carefully, and once he notices that the scars have stopped bleeding, he sets aside the towel. he pulls seokjin close, kissing his forehead. yoongi doesn’t do it often, but he lets his wings become visible, letting them wrap around seokjin’s body as if he were shielding him from the world.
“you’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay…,” yoongi whispers repeatedly, wiping away the stray tears that streamed down seokjin’s cheeks. “i’m going to go back there and teach them a lesson .”
“n-no, don’t,” seokjin gasps out, looking up at yoongi, who feels kind of guilty -- if there’s one main thing that seokjin hates, it’s to be seen as weak and that he needs to depend on yoongi to survive. “it’ll make w-worse -- don’t--”
“i won’t, i won’t,” yoongi says, intertwining his fingers with seokjin’s. “you know what i can do instead? i’ll pay a visit -- no, listen -- not to those bitchy angels. i’ll go to namjoon and jimin -- they can come over, and i can even call over hoseok, taehyung, and jungkook. i’ll bring them over tomorrow, and we can all have a big cuddle pile. then maybe we can get namjoon to pay a visit to them -- he’s had some stuff to fight with them about in the first place.”
seokjin chokes out a laugh, shakily trying to stand -- yoongi’s wings move from around seokjin and turn invisible once more as he stands and helps seokjin up. “o-okay. i guess. that’s fine.”
“and i can take care of the naengmyeon and the bulgogi, okay?” yoongi whispers, rubbing seokjin’s arms gently. “i’ll probably mess it up just a bit, but you should rest. and i’ll make sure to take out the brownies. you’ve overworked yourself a lot recently. go put on a shirt and take a nap, okay?”
“i’m a godly being, i don’t need naps,” seokjin grumbles, but he smiles and kisses yoongi’s cheek. “thank you, yoongi. i appreciate it. i love you.”
“i love you, too,” yoongi smiles back, shooing seokjin away until seokjin laughs and goes upstairs. he winces at the sight of the scars, but he can’t help the pit of guilt in his stomach whenever he sees them. he turns back to the food and tends to it, being extra careful to make sure that it’s cooked right.
and when seokjin comes back down a few hours later, rubbing his eyes sleepily and seeing the food on the table, brownies on a large platter in the center, he smiles with joy, hugging yoongi tightly and peppering kisses all over his face, mumbling, “i love you, you big dummy.”
yoongi smiles and sits seokjin down in his seat before sitting in his own seat, the two of them beginning to eat in comfortable silence.
until yoongi’s head snaps up and makes seokjin cackle as he says, “ stop calling me dummy! ”