31 + Chef!seokjin

31 + chef!seokjin

thirty-one_catching the other before they fall

“Two grilled steaks medium rare!” Jimin hollers once he steps through the door, proceeding to swiftly remove his tie and tossing it to the rack beside it before he dashes towards the oven because - “Shit!”

Scoffing, you shake your head as you continue to mix your batter for deep frying the chicken tenders, then dipping them accordingly before it goes into the heated up oil. “Is it done for?” You coo, from a station away and Jimin’s wailing sob is all you hear before the clearing of his throat as he whips out another set of pots, “No! I’ll save it! It’ll work!”

With a snicker, you nod, looking over your shoulder, “Sure, Jimin. Sure,”

“Hey,” He huffs, glaring at you with a spatula in his hold, “Don’t sass me! You’re lucky hyung let you off being two timing cooking and taking orders or you’d be screwed!”

“Oh, really?”

“Wanna bet?”

“I’ll go out and take two orders and I bet I’ll be back in time for my chicken tenders,”

Jimin narrows his eyes at you to slits as he glances at his timer, “Go on. Your five minutes start now,”

That cue was ready for you to make a sprint towards the exit. Along the way, ripping off your apron and making sure your bun is still intact after removing the headband and rolling your sleeves down to be presentable when you step out. Immediately, there’s people waving for your attention and you grin, waving in return as a sign you’d tend to them.

Seokjin, on the other end, notices this at the corner of his eye at your appearance when specifically he’s mentioned for you to stay off double duties. Mainly because that one time you took it on, let’s just say his heart ached far too much than he thought it would watching you push yourself; wanting to make up for the lack of staff that while it made his heart swell, it infused with more pain. So when you’re juggling with darting back and forth between two tables to confirm and double check the orders, Seokjin quickly dusts his hands, passing on his pen to a staff conveniently nearby before his feet brings him across the room.

Jimin can suck it because: “One chicken chop, two steaks medium, and one platter of-”the words get stuck in your throat at the swipe that trips you from the sign being slid across the room. You mentally curse at the sudden “surprise” but it wasn’t your fault! No one’s blaming you but you feel it around your waist when you’re being held up and once your eyes gaze to its owner, you gulp and emit a nervous chuckle after, “O-Oh, hey… Jinnie…”

Seokjin clears his throat whilst keeping you in his grip, unwilling to let go and cause you to fall flat on your back as he looks over his shoulder to the careless janitor who’s biting his lip down in guilt, “Never do that again. Either walk all the way and place it or forget about it. That’ll cause less harm than sliding a god damned sign across the room,”

He doesn’t wait for a response, well aware it’s going to be yes sir, won’t happen again sir and soon the sign is being removed and when Seokjin returns to you, he notices how you’re glaring at Jimin’s who’s - “You sure proved me wrong, Y/N,”

Blowing your fringe off your face, you awkwardly tap your fingers on Seokjin’s shoulders, reminding him the both of you are not alone and are in fact, in the middle of a rush hour of dinner time and the whole kitchen is filled with working people with attentive eyes directed to your way.

He leans to your ear and whispers: “Do I have to make Jimin get out of the kitchen for full waiter duties?”

That’s when you smirk at Jimin’s way and it’s hilarious how he almost immediately knows - “NO! Don’t you dare, Y/N! Don’t-!”

“Jimin. Waiter duties. Out of the kitchen,”

“…you’re a devil…”

“Do you want me to double it up?”

“…I’m on my way…”

“I sure do amaze you, don’t I?”

“We’re so going to have a rematch for this.”

“At least do it when I’m not around,” Seokjin muses, and when Jimin’s on his way out, Seokjin won’t admit it but minus the fact you nearly got hurt, having your carefree and passionate spirit around here sure lifts things up. Apparently also Jimin’s competitiveness when you two - “Next Saturday then, rematch,”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever floats your boat, waiter boy.”

“Why I oughta-”

“Park Jimin,”

“Damn it, hyung! Cut me some slack! You can’t just take her side because she’s your-… I’m going, I’m going!”

29 + sugardaddy!jimin

twenty-nine_cooking together

there are nights when you’d allow jimin to spoil you with food that will never fall under that category. it ranged from the finest of dining that added up to a bill more than four digits, down to one that doesn’t even exceed five dollars. indeed, this was solid proof that it wasn’t so much about the food, it was the company.

and jimin has been through with many to know this one is worthwhile to stick around to.

which is why he is literally stuck to you, even on the night you had decided to be productive and cook. he has his arms tightly banded around you, almost restricting your movements, borderline human handcuffs that traps you against his chest. from time to time he loosens up a bit for you to get to the fridge or reach for another pan, but as you tend to the stew, jimin’s not moving and that gets you to-”i thought you said you wanted to cook with me?”

he blinks at you innocently, squeezing your waist, “i’ve been in here with you for the past hour,”

“just doing this,” you tap his forearm with your free hand before it goes back to resting on the counter, your other stirring with the ladle, “other than that you’ve been no help at all,”

“hey,” he huffs, resting his chin on your shoulder, “i’ve been great back support. did you know most people who cook, tend to have backaches from slouching so much? i’ve made sure you didn’t,”

“it’s not like i had a choice,”

“it shouldn’t be a choice,”

“…okay, valid enough.”

thanks. fair warning, more than a few than i originally had thought. haha. 24 + gangster!hoseok

twenty-four_slow dance

“you sure you don’t wanna go in yet?” hoseok treats it more as an open question rather than one that expects for an answer. he specifies it as such because he doesn’t hear anything of the language he speaks of being familiar to his ears when there’s just… sounds greeting his eardrums. the buzzing from the nightlife, bass to bass from clubs to units next door (especially those brats below who turn the fuck up way too hard), down to the sound of your breathing welcoming his ear as you maintain a slow pace; easy for the feet, light on the heart for him to follow.

it wasn’t so much of a dance in the first place but when he had seen you out here on your own, he had decided to make it a bit fun than the usual stargazing or admiring the city scenery that changed within the flip of the night. with some music from the best capability of a phone and the greatest of embrace welcoming him as you rest your cheek on his shoulder, loose arms round his hips, he smiles.

he only gets his answer when he hums and lightly nudges you with his chest against your ear, to which you squeeze him tight for a brief second before you continue to sway him back and forth, all in which he follows along.

“just wanna stay here,” he hears you murmur, your fingers locked behind his back, right above where the wound is new and he knows you know when subconsciously, you rub it from time to time with gentle movements and that alone makes his smile grow wider but then you add on in a voice that makes his heart swell to the point he lacks capacity in his chest.

“wanna hold you…”

with that, hoseok gets his answer. to stay out here for a while longer, a moment to bask in one another’s presence, hoseok will do just that. moreover, your arms wrapped around him like this, hoseok just wanna stay here and wanna hold you too.

I imagine Namjoon is the kind of boyfriend who doesn’t mind if you use his legs to warm yours

I imagine Yoongi is the kind of boyfriend who will use all his spare moments to check in with you because he knows those moments are hard to come by

and finally, 22 + hybrid!jungkook

twenty-two_caught in a storm

“i can’t do one thing without screwing it up,” jungkook mutters under his breath and surprisingly enough, you manage to catch his chewed up syllables past the heavy downpour from up above, that seems to be merciless for almost an hour now. jungkook had been sweet and thoughtful to plan out something in your favor. no specific reason, just felt like it, or so he claims. but god begs to differ when the moment the both of you make it halfway down to the first destination of the evening, no, no, no this can’t happen now - jungkook snaps out of it and follows your lead to start running.

he’s unsure of where you’re headed to but it starts to be clear when you’re guiding him to a nearby stop and once a roof is over the both of your heads, that’s when jungkook slumps down on the bench with defeat weighing on his shoulders.

and that brings you to now, precisely after what jungkook had said to the rain. it made your heart swell (and ache) but for reasons jungkook doesn’t know of so you let him know. stepping in front of him, you’re crouching and entering his line of vision, immediately grabbing his attention when - “you’re going to get wet,” he huffs, legs coming apart and he tugs you forward to refrain from the raindrops falling on your back. 

chuckling, you settle your hands on his thighs for support and even with his head hung low, you can see his eyes because you’re on a lower level. sighing, you use a hand to cup his cheek, tilting his chin up to align your eyes together and somehow that gets jungkook to listen.

“i’m happy, jungkook,” stroking the under of his eye, feeling his hand overlapping yours, you say it again, “i’m happy, jungkook-ah,”

he seems confused, trembling fingertips grasping onto your hand, “b-but it’s all ruined. i didn’t even get to show you half of what i had in mind and… i just…”

“it’s the thought that counts,” your hand moves over to his lips when he slowly drags it there so he can press his frown back, “and seeing how sad you are over this lets me know how much you’ve thought this out,”

jungkook blinks away the tears welling up in his eyes, pulling your hand away so he can hold it on his lap, that subconscious pout that forms on his lips whenever he gets too sad and - “i wanted it to be special… for you,”

“it still can be,” you suggest, getting up to your feet and you give his hand a little shake, “you said you wanted to run in the rain before, right?”

jungkook stares at you in bewilderment, but you can tell his heart is racing as he stammers, attempting to stand up for a second time after the first he’s too caught up in the excitement to push himself up.

“w-we might fall sick,”

“eh, i’ll give it a cold and a fever tops,”

“you’re… sure about this?”

“don’t make me change my mind, jeon,”

a grin stretches out on jungkook’s face before he tightens his hand in yours. this time, he’s leading the way. “let’s go.”