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Namjoon
“This?” Namjoon questions curiously, eyes moving from you to the small, circular object you’ve placed in his hand.
You nod, smiling up at him innocently and he laughs, pushing the thick, black frame of his glasses farther up his nose.
“Why?” He asks, a rhetorical question as he’s already moving, though not following the steps you expect.
First, he moves over to one of his kitchen drawers, pulling out a small knife. Then after an initial attempt with the wrong side of the blade, he cuts the orange into four, perfectly equal pieces before proceeding to peel off the skin.
“Here you go,” He says, all dimples and offering up a tiny platter holding your now diced and peeled orange.
Seokjin
Seokjin does a double take, looking at you with a dubious expression. “What did you just ask me?”
You grin, releasing a hesitant chuckle. “Just… can you peel this for me? I don’t want to get my hands all sticky.”
He scoffs a laugh, plucking the orange from out of your hands. “And I do?”
You deflate, feeling a bit dejected. This trend was stupid.
“Never mind,” You sigh, moving to take back your snack. Instead, Seokjin blocks you, holding the orange closer to his chest.
Softly, he argues, “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it…”
Bewildered you watch as he begins happily peeling. He removes all the skin from the orange before tearing it apart into tiny pieces, handing you a piece, and waiting until you’re finished before tearing a new one.
When you’re almost halfway done, he asks genuinely curious, “Is it good?”
You nod with a soft hum, feeling unexplainably giddy. “Yes, very good. Especially because my hands are clean.”
Yoongi
Yoongi doesn’t reply to your question at all, at least not verbally. Instead, he merely grunts, accepting the orange from your hands, and immediately begins peeling. He’s quiet as he works, and extremely meticulous, even removing the little white stringy things after confirming you don’t want those either.
When he’s done, handing over two halves of the orange he smiles cutely, adding in the low, addicting purr that is his voice, “They need to come up with a more efficient way to do that.”
You nod, easily agreeing but then he contradicts himself, “Though, maybe it’s just an irreplaceable part of the experience.”
Again you nod with nothing much more to add and deliciously sour orange in your mouth.
“Do you want another one?” Yoongi asks, already moving to grab on for you and a few for himself. He sets to peeling and again comfortable silence falls over the two of you. Only then he says, in true Yoongi fashion, “Did you know that there’s a tangerine distinct to only Jeju island?”
Hoseok
“Hm?” He hums, taking the object from your grasp. He looks at you, then back at the orange inspecting as if he’s never seen an orange before.
“Can you peel this please?”
“Oh, sure!” He says not stopping for too long to question it. He sets to work quickly, pretty hands moving smoothly.
“Gosh, I feel like I haven’t had one of these in ages,” He comments once half of it is peeled.
“Really?” You ask, watching diligently. “I thought Yoongi eats them all the time though?”
He shrugs, pursing his lips in thought. “I dunno. I guess I just never had the craving.”
He’s done now, handing over the peeled orange, with a small “plink!” and smiles all giggles.
You thank him, breaking it apart and handing over a piece. Grinning in return, you reply, “Well then here you go.”
Jimin
Jimin laughs, pointing at the orange you’ve rolled to him across the counter. “This?”
“Yeah,” You smile, “Can you peel it for me?”
Jimin continues to stare at the object before moving to crack his neck.
“Okay,” He says, proceeding to crack each of his knuckles. He slips in and out of his many characters easily, currently playing the role of someone who takes orange peeling very seriously. A fact that’s cemented when he adds, “Prepare for the best-peeled orange you’ve ever seen.”
You laugh initially, believing he’s wholeheartedly joking. But as he begins to work you realize just how focused he’s become, his plush lips pouting as they do when he’s in the zone.
Not only does he peel the orange and remove the white stringy things, but he also breaks it into all its tiny pieces, arranging them for you on a plate.
“Here you are your majesty,” He presents, flipping characters, as he bows deeply. “I come offering this, knowing your hands are far too precious for such menial tasks.”
You can’t help but follow along, bowing as well with a tiny giggle and accepting the snack.
He watches you eat with a smile and crescent moon eyes, stealing a few pieces from your plate and knowing you won’t scold him.
Taehyung
“What?” He asks eyes wide and usually pouty lips parted. You repeat your request, extending the object further within his reach. He looks at it, then at you, and shrugs, taking it from your hands.
“Okay,” He says easily. It takes a second but soon he’s able to get a good enough grip on the skin to peel it off pretty smoothly. It’s cute watching him so concentrated, especially as his brows furrow and he licks his lips.
When he’s done, he hands it over, no questions asked. You think that’s that until you notice him watching you as you eat.
“Do you want a piece?” You ask, willing to share.
He shakes his head, looking away. Though his gaze ultimately travels back to you, or more specifically to the orange passing through your lips.
You breathe a laugh. “Are you sure, Tae? I don’t mind sharing–“
“Okay, just one,” He interrupts, bread cheeks inflating as he grins.
In the end, the two of you share three oranges. All of which he peels without complaint. All of which he claims he wants none of. All of which you share without restraint.
Jungkook
“You want me to what?” Jungkook asks softly, looking up at you with big, brown eyes.
“Can you peel this?” You repeat, revealing the orange in your palm, “I don’t want sticky hands.”
“Ahhh,” Jungkook says as if that all makes sense. Nodding, the takes the snack from your hand and begins peeling.
“I don’t like how sticky it makes my hands either,” He admits, teething at his lip ring in concentration. There’s a silence that follows, you waiting for him to answer the obvious question that follows. He waits until he’s finished before he does, handing over the now bare orange with a starry smile, “But for you, it’s no problem.”
You’re glad, as he heads over to the sink to wash his hands that his back is toward you, this way he doesn’t notice the way you swoon. Only, it proves all the more difficult to hide as he adds, “I’d peel all the oranges in the world for you.”