"Soup's ready," Jimin announces when Jungkook re-enters the kitchen.

"Smells good," the younger compliments as he sniffs the air.

Jimin pecks his cheek as he moves over to the table with a steaming bowl of soup.

"Come sit," he tells the younger.

Jungkook slides into his seat and Jimin eyes him carefully, bouncing on his feet with excitement. Jungkook can tell Jimin's excited for him to taste it and give him some feedback.

Jungkook picks his spoon and scoops the content before he slides it into his mouth.

But . . .

He chokes.

Jimin's eyes widen.

"What happened?"

Jungkook looks up at Jimin with wide eyes.

"Huh?"

"What happened? Is it . . . not good?"

"What? No, no. It's delicious. I gulped it down the wrong pipe," Jungkook chuckles awkwardly.

Jimin blinks.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes baby. This is delicious," Jungkook chirps, bunny smile lighting up his facial features.

Jimin suspiciously raises a brow but says nothing. He just turns around to take a bowl of soup for himself. No sooner does he turn than Jungkook makes a face.

Why the fuck is it so bitter?

Was it even supposed to be that bitter?

Jimin scoops a spoonful of soup from the pot and tastes the green liquid.

What the fuck—

His face scrunches into one of disgust as he swallow down the bitter liquid.

Why was it so—

Fucking fuckity fuck!

He forgot to blanch the broccoli florets.

His face turns crimson and he groans inwardly. He turns back to Jungkook and doesn't miss the way the younger shifts his expression to a cheerful one.

"It's bitter, isn't it?" Jimin asks as he fakes an expression of sadness, mouth turning down into a pout.

"What? No, baby. It's delicious. I love it," Jungkook lies and as though to prove his point, the younger reluctantly scoops a spoonful and shoves it in his mouth.

Jimin has to hold back a laugh when Jungkook swallows, trying his hardest to keep his expression clear of disgust.

"Yum."

Jimin can't hold it back anymore and doubles forward in laughter.

Jungkook looks at the other with wide eyes, unsure what exactly his reaction should be.

"Kookie, you're hilarious!" Jimin cries.

"What?"

"The soup . . . You— oh God, my stomach."

Jungkook blinks warily.

"It's good," he mumbles.

"Yeah, it's shit! I forgot to blanch the broccoli and it is fucking bitter. I know that, okay?"

"You're not upset?"

"No, you dumbass."

"Oh, thank God. I don't think I would've been able to stomach another spoon of that," Jungkook admits and Jimin falls to the floor laughing.

"Hey, I didn't want to hurt your feelings," Jungkook whines.

"You should have seen your face when you ate it," Jimin continues to laugh and Jungkook pouts.

"I'm a good boyfriend, okay?"

Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook and giggles as he presses a kiss to the other's lips.

"That, you are," Jimin whispers.

"How about we order something for dinner now? Cause I'm starving."

"And that broccoli soup was a major flop!"

The two burst out laughing.

"I vote for pizza!"

"Noooo, I was thinking of noodles!"

Jungkook sighs.

"Fine, noodles it is."

The end!