BACK TO THE PRESENT:

So yeah, after the flashback, I ended up, smacking Jimin with the... spatula...*nervous laughter*

(Another) FLASHBACK:

"Alright! Who wants some food made by JinHa, herself!?" I announced, after I came out of the kitchen, tying an apron.

"ME!" The girls, Jimin and Hoseok, screamed. Well, the latter always screams, anyway.

"But I want Jin hyung's cooking!" JungKook and Taehyung, whined. Jin slapped the back of their heads, giving them that look mother's give their child, when they say something wrong in front of strangers, visitors, hosts, relatives and guests.

"Owwie!" JungKook complained.

"Owwie? What are you? Five?" I taunted.

He shooted me a glare equivalent to a spike covered in poison, and heated till white hot.

"Yeah, anyway, what do you want? Korean? Western? English? Or something Subcontinental?" I ignore his glare, and ask their tastes.

"WESTERN!" Taehyung, JungKook, EunMin, and Namjoon screamed together.

"KOREAN!" Hoseok, Jimin, LeeHa, and SuYeon yelled.

"ENGLISH!" LeeRa, and SooYoung shouted.

"SUBCONTINENTAL!" YuJin, Jin, and Yoongi roared.

They started to argue, about what to eat.

"Subcontinental is spicy! It's too much!" Jimin complained.

"Yeah, but we eat Korean the most!" JungKook fought back.

"But we also eat Western!" LeeRa argued.

"And English is not my taste!" SuYeon yelled.

"But Subcontinental beats all! It's something we hardly ever eat! So, I want to eat it!" Yoongi bellowed.

"IT'S BASICALLY FIRE!" SooYoung squawked.

Taehyung and JungKook looked at each other, with similar grins on their faces, "3...2...1."

"FIIIRE~!"

"FIIIRE~!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...wut?"

"Oh yeah...she doesn't know..." Jimin informed us.

"I don't know what?" I perked an eyebrow.

"Uh...that I'm in a...band?" He squeaked.

"What do you mean?"

"We're all part of a school band with Namjoon as our leader and Jin as our visual." Hoseok explained.

"No surprise." I shrugged.

Jimin gave me a look of... relief.

Idk why though.

"Anyway, I'm going to make a dish of everything. So, wait for me." I told them, before returning in the kitchen.

For Western, I'll make...steak and cheese.

For English, I'll make...fish and chips.

For Korean, I'll make Naengmyeon. Today's pretty hot too.

For Subcontinental... it'll be Sindhi Biryani!

(Idk how to pronounce it so, Subcontinental people...how do you pronounce it?)

I set to work, at exactly that moment.

•••

"Food's ready, people!" I announced, putting plates and dishes on the table.

"FINALLY!" Jin screamed, and ran over to sit down.

"Drink a glass of water first. It's good for your health." I instructed before walking back in to pick up the steak from the grill.

"Alright! Begin!"

•••

"Ah, I'm so full~!" Jin groaned, lightly.

"That was delicious." Yoongi complimented, licking his fingers.

"Surprisingly good..." JungKook grumbled.

"What? I can't hear you!" I smirked.

"NEVERMIND."

"I'm glad we agree. You don't have a mind." I rolled my eyes but stopped midway when it landed on Jimin.

"PARK JIMIN! DON'T YOU DARE!" I screamed, running after him.

He jumped up, and dropped my soccer ball, he was about to deflate.

I ran in the kitchen to pick up a weapon, before dashing out. Unfortunately, I slipped on a banana peel- where the HELL did it come from!?

The spatula slipped from my hands, and flew like Superman before it punched little Jimin who looked like he was about to kill me...

Riiiight about...

Now.