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3, 2, 1- Start!
The little light on the camera turned bright red and the computer signaled the start of the live stream.
"Welcome to another night of cooking," Seokjin turned around in his pink frilly apron and gave the camera a wide smile. A burst of comments began popping up on the screen and Seokjin leaned forward to read them all. "Ah, thank you for all your lovely comments my sweet babies!"
Seokjin grinned as he saw all the users in the comment section rave about his new apron, saying he looked too fluffy we're all gonna die. "Today I'm going to teach you guys how to make cream pasta with lobster instead of salmon. It's going to be sooo delicious," he said as his mouth already watered at the idea of eating it when he was finished. Seokjin chuckled as he read a comment stating if he keeps drooling he won't have to use water to boil the pasta lol.
"I saw that Mr. Fruitloops, I'll remember your name."
He quickly explained how to make an easy cream sauce (using onions, smoked ham and spinach) and stirred it in a deep pan. Grabbing a handful of spaghetti he let it slide into another pan full of boiling water -he let it boil before the stream went live- and almost knocked the pan off the stove when the door suddenly busted open and the one and only Kim Namjoon came barreling in, holding a go pro camera and sporting a dimpled smile. Seokjin turned around, his cheeks now red from shock, and sighed when he saw it was Namjoon instead of some crazy serial killer on the loose.
The comment section went wild upon seeing the dimpled blonde man and fired questions after questions.
holy shit- it's rapmonster! our otp is finally together again ;-;
lol look at jin's face he was scared shitless.
guyyys it's daddy!!
i wonder if rapmonster knows he's in a lot of trouble after the show ha ha.
Namjoon looked at Seokjin's screen and laughed at all the comments. "Look babe, seems like they missed me," he shot the camera a wink and grinned in satisfaction when everyone nearly had a breakdown. Seokjin shot him a look and huffed, straightening out his apron. "Namjoon, you scared the fuck out of me," he bit out, noticing someone commenting omg mommy you can't curse!
Blushing lightly, Seokjin coughed discreetly behind his hand and shot the camera an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry kids, mommy won't curse anymore."
Namjoon rolled his eyes and made a fake vomiting motion. "That's so lame, babe."
"Oh, shut up. You call your viewers monsters. That's even more lame," Seokjin playfully stuck out his tongue as Namjoon dramatically put a hand on his chest, took a step back and peered into his go pro camera for added effect. "I'm absolutely appalled at the sudden attack on my monsters. What have they ever done to you?"
Seokjin chuckled at his boyfriend's stupid, but somehow adorable action. "Fine, I'm sorry. But, can you tell me why you're even here? I have a show to do and my babies are not here to see your face."
Namjoon took a step closer and pecked his unsuspecting boyfriend on the cheek, setting off a bomb in the comment section (FUUUUUU- DID U GUYS SEE THAT???/?) and coloring Seokjin's face a lovely shade of red. The elder, startled and embarrassed beyond his imagination, slapped Namjoon on his chest and sputtered some strange unintelligible words as he jutted out his lower lip looking at his boyfriend with wide eyes. Namjoon was grinning from ear to ear and tried to answer as much comments as he could (i thank the lord for this amazing couple. "I thank him for creating Seokjin everyday too." fuuuuuuu-).
Showing off his dimples once more Namjoon looked at Seokjin. "The monsters just wanted to see what you were cooking today, so I decided to go on a surprise visit."
"Gosh, I can't even be mad at you anymore," Seokjin sighed while giggling at a comment that passed by mommy can never stay mad at daddy unless he messes something up in the kitchen.
Namjoon gave a cheeky smile. "You guys know us too well. And stop calling me daddy, fuck."
"Language," Seokjin tutted. Namjoon only rolled his eyes in response.
"So," Namjoon said into his own camera. "What are you coo-"
Namjoon halted his words as he tilted the camera to the stove, his eyes widening and the people in the comment section going crazy mommy nooo!!! the spaghetti!!!
"Uhm..."
Seokjin looked quizzically at his boyfriend, not understanding why he was looking like a goldfish all of a sudden.
"What's wrong Joonie?"
"Y-You might want to take a look at the stove babe," Namjoon managed to stutter out as he slowly backed away from Seokjin. The latter frowned in confusion and slowly turned to look at the stove. The moment he did, it felt like everything went in slow-motion. Seokjin's eyes doubled in size as he saw the burned dark brown sauce and overcooked spaghetti. Releasing a high pitched scream Seokjin ran to the stove, turning off the fire and freezing up as he looked at the ruined dish. Everyone was losing their minds, one half screaming about the hilarity of the situation and the other trying to comfort Seokjin (who was still frozen in shock).
"I think it's time to go," Namjoon awkwardly whispered into his camera, wishing to know what his monsters would say and wanting to avoid being killed by his boyfriend. Before Seokjin could react he bolted out of the little studio, leaving his boyfriend behind, the comment section in absolute chaos about what just happened. It took Seokjin about 45 seconds before he took a deep breath.
"KIM FUCKING NAMJOON!"
The following week Namjoon slept on the couch and was denied dessert after their dinners.
"You kind of deserve it hyung," Jungkook piped up from his side of the sofa where he was digging into Seokjin's home-made chocolate pudding.
"Fuck you," Namjoon muttered darkly and somewhere in the house a loud scream of "Language!" was heard.