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!”

I imagine Seokjin is the kind of boyfriend who piggybacks you everywhere after a day of wearing high heels

28 + vampire!yoongi

twenty-eight_teaching each other something new

when yoongi had offered to keep you company, you listed down of all the possibilities to him not being interested. however, when you’re alone in the station as the hands of time tick past midnight with him having no plans to leave you alone, they turn into reasons for him to stay.

one of those reasons, turned into what occupies his time apart from staring at you during the whole duration.

yoongi wasn’t a person to learn about everything. even though he has the time, without dedication, it was worthless. he could’ve learned all the languages in the world if he wanted to. note: wanted to. he didn’t, it didn’t interest him to gain such power in being fluent in speaking, nor did it spike up anything in terms of skills.

but when he sees you being able to create blends and mixes that bubbles with lingering aftertaste to a person’s taste receptors, count himself in to learn a thing or two. now with a nicely shaken mix of the infamous gin and tonic, yoongi easily pours it out for you and himself, making sure it’s presentable before he slides the glass over with a smirk on his face - obviously proud.

“cheers,” you chuckle, clinking your glass against his when he holds his near and that’s when you take a sip. smacking your tongue on your teeth to get down the taste, you drink a couple more sips and yoongi’s narrowing his eyes at you when you don’t say anything.

he nudges the shaker away and taps the counter, before leaning forward to grab your hand with a little anxiousness flowing through his every being.

“say something,”

“hm…” you set the glass away, squeezing his hand in return, “not too bad for your first mix,”

he throws your hand away, huffing, “…you’re tough to please, you know that?”

“giving up?”

“not a chance. hit me with another recipe.”

13 + badboy!taehyung

thirteen_a sorry kiss@sugababay tagging you bc it’s not like you dislike badboy!tae or anything >:)

two students. one empty classroom. no allowance to leave the place until the due time of three hours were up. set across from one another so far apart, you can literally take a measuring tape to see just how far the teacher had intended to separate the pair of you. 

however, it was all pointless when an emergency phone call has the teacher in charge bolting out of the room with just a sloppy stay here until five thirty!

once the door slams shut, you fish out the remaining homework left of the day to finish it off. since you’re going to be in here for a while, might as well but taehyung is not having fun being on the other side alone so he’s doing all sorts of things to get your attention. from paper airplanes to paper balls, to cooing your name, to singing power ballads with apologies in them, you pay no mind to it until taehyung decides to fuck it.

you only process what’s going on when his steps grow louder in volume and in pressure that you look up. it’s abrupt and out nowhere but it’s too familiar to you to push away when taehyung cups your chin and presses a kiss that jolts through your whole body awake. tensing and relaxing in the next second, you ease into the kiss when taehyung goes slower and slower until he’s easing the harsh beating of your heart in your chest.

then he pulls back, ringing back his initial purpose in the first place which is: “i’m sorry, y/n. i really am…”

“…okay,”

“okay?” he blinks, straightening his back with a raised brow, “that’s it? you’re not mad?”

you snicker, shaking your head as you reach up to stroke the side of his head, “i think an hour and a half of not speaking to you was torturing enough, don’t you think?”

he groans at the memory, remembering how agonizing it was to not be able to talk to you even if it was silently when you wouldn’t comply. what he did wasn’t serious, per se. it’s just that it irritated you to get into detention out of the blue and taehyung had kind intentions for causing such ruckus in the first place. all he wanted was to see you smile and upon realizing that in the moment of silence you had to yourself, all the anger was for nothing and taehyung can smile out of relief now.

“i’ll do better this time. well, at least, better at hiding and not getting caught, that is-”

“might want to save it for next time, kim taehyung,” a voice makes taehyung yelp and the boy looks over his shoulder robotically, only to see the substitute teacher by the doorframe.

“…damn it.”

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

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.”