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"Why are you screaming at me?!"
"I'm not screaming! I was just asking why you diced the onions when I specifically told you not to!"
"It's not like it's going to change the taste!"
"It's not just about the taste! It's about texture!"
"Texture this, texture that, blah blah!"
"Wow, real mature!"
JK was watching the chaos unfold between Y/N and Jin. He’d been woken up by their shouting from the kitchen, and though his room was all the way at the end of the hall, their voices carried like a megaphone. He considered stepping in, but honestly? This was way too entertaining.
It all started with Jin’s annoyed tsk when Y/N dropped the ladle into the sink with a loud clang. Then it escalated when Jin saw the mountain of unwashed utensils, followed by Y/N accidentally burning her fingers when she lifted the hot lid of the pan—after Jin told her to drop the potatoes into the broth. Trying to diffuse the situation, Y/N bravely volunteered to cut the onions. And now, here they were: both of them wielding knives like a couple of action movie stars, ready for a showdown.
If JK didn’t know these two better, he might’ve been a little worried. But nah, this was just another normal Tuesday.
"So, what's the drama today?" Jimin strolled in from the front door, still sweaty from his morning jog. He was heading straight for the bathroom but decided to grab an apple from the counter and watch the show next to JK instead.
"Onions," JK deadpanned, his eyes never leaving the knife fight in progress. Just in case one of them slipped and accidentally stabbed the other.
"Ooh, knives? Kinky."
"Kinky?!" Jin suddenly turned, realizing they had an audience. He looked at JK, who was pointedly eyeing the knife in his hand, then sighed dramatically. He lowered his knife onto the sink and slowly, cautiously, took Y/N's knife away from her.
"How long have you guys been standing there?"
"Long enough to wonder when you're going to start ripping each other’s clothes off," JK said, casually munching on a piece of popcorn—okay, maybe not really, but it sounded like something he’d say. Without warning, Y/N grabbed a wet sponge and threw it straight at Jimin’s face.
Smack! It hit him square in the face.
Jin burst out laughing. "Nice aim!"
"Look, guys," Jimin said with a smirk, "you’ve known each other for like, what? Five years now? And half that time, you’re arguing. There’s way too much sexual tension. Honestly, you guys just need to... you know, do it. It doesn’t even have to be mind-blowing, just get it out of your system." JK just kept his mouth shut but nodded sagely, knowing how sensitive Jin got whenever anyone mentioned feelings for Y/N. It always ended with Jin either storming off or dramatically changing the subject.
"Stop being a pervert, Jimin!"
"I’m just saying!" Jimin shrugged, before heading out to take his much-needed shower.
"And you?" Jin turned to JK, eyebrow raised.
The youngest raised both hands in surrender, zipped his lips, and silently backed away.
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A few minutes later, after the two boys left, the kitchen fell into an awkward silence. Y/N was about to grab another onion from the bag when Jin held up his hand to stop her.
"I’m sorry," he said, his voice softer. "It doesn’t matter. It’ll taste the same."
"Are you sure? Won’t the texture matter?" Y/N raised an eyebrow, emphasizing the word texture like it was the most important thing in the world. Suddenly, Jin’s warm hand cupped her face, his thumb gently brushing her cheek in soothing circles. Y/N exhaled, feeling the tension from earlier melt away.
"Do you think they know?" she whispered.
"Nah," Jin said with a soft chuckle. "They’re so used to us fighting. And even if they do know, does it really matter?" He stepped closer, his other arm wrapping around her waist. The distance between them disappeared in an instant. Y/N stood on her toes, meeting him halfway as their lips brushed together in a soft, lingering kiss.
"Hmm… I guess not."
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Meanwhile, just a few feet away, two boys were “napping” on the couch after an all-night gaming session. Taehyung was on the floor when he jolted awake, startled by the sound of pots and pans clanging. His RM hyung was stretched out on the sofa above him, miraculously not snoring this morning.
They were about to make their presence known after JK left, but when they peeked around the corner, they saw Jin’s hand wrapped around Y/N’s waist. The two boys quickly ducked back into hiding.
"Oh, shit!" Taehyung stifled his giggles, his face turning red. RM looked like he was about to have a heart attack as he slapped his hand over Tae’s mouth.
When they heard footsteps, they peeked again, but the kitchen was finally empty, the stew still simmering on the stove.
Once the coast was clear, Taehyung shot his arms in the air in victory. "Ha! You guys owe me 20 bucks. Each!"