"How the fuck do you—"

"Watch your language!"

"I'm sorry!" cries Jungkook, throwing his arms up in exasperation. "This is too difficult!"

"It's really not," Seokjin says sternly. "And I don't see why you feel the need to curse like that."

"I can't cook or bake or anything, hyung," the younger sighs. "I don't get how you do it so effortlessly."

"Practice," is Seokjin's simple answer as he brushes some stray flour out of Jungkook's hair. "God, you're so messy."

"Sorry."

"It's fine." Seokjin continues kneading the dough between his fingers, the originally-beige material turning a light pink as the food coloring mixes in. Jungkook watches Seokjin's arms intently, unable to tear his eyes away from the muscles moving under the elder's skin. "I can't believe you've never baked before, though."

Jungkook shrugs, nose scrunching up when a bit of flour falls out of his hair. "I don't know why. I just never had the interest."

"I've been baking since I was seven or so," Seokjin says, voice mellow as he seems lost in his his reminiscence. "I really enjoyed baking with my mom. Cooking, too, of course," he adds.

"Of course," Jungkook repeats with a laugh. "You didn't become head chef for nothing."

Seokjin's lips curl up in a smile. "I guess that's true." He finishes mixing in the food coloring and says, "Here, roll out the dough." He hands Jungkook the rolling pin. "Even pressure throughout," he advises as the boy rolls the dough out.

"I am!"

"No, you're not— Here, let me." He takes it from Jungkook and gently pushes him to the side, rolling out the dough himself. "See? Like that."

"Okay," Jungkook huffs. "You're such a perfectionist."

"Sorry for wanting the cookies to actually look good," Seokjin quips, pulling the sleeve of his pink shirt up higher as he continues to roll. "Give me the star shaped cookie cutter... No, the smaller one." He begins cutting out the shapes and instructs Jungkook to mix the green food coloring in with the other batch of dough.

Jungkook groans loudly. "You're making me do so much work."

"You're the one who said you wanted to help!" Seokjin cries, staring at Jungkook in disbelief.

With a disgruntled sigh, Jungkook does what Seokjin told him to do, and all the cookies are finished a couple of hours later. "These look good," Jungkook says proudly. "Good job, hyung."

"You helped, too," Seokjin grins, nudging Jungkook's arm with his elbow. The two are heading to the sink when Jungkook trips over the fabric of one of socks and falls. "Oh!" Seokjin cries, and his fingers grab onto the front of Jungkook's shirt. There's a split second where the teenager has regained his balance, but it's quickly shattered when Seokjin loses his balance as well and the two crash to the floor.

"Fuck," Jungkook hisses, eyes screwing shut in pain.

Seokjin rolls off Jungkook. "Watch your language," he mutters, voice strained.

"Now is not the time to be lecturing me," Jungkook snaps as he comes to a sitting position. "My head feels like it's going to split open."

"You okay?" Seokjin asks gently, his hand reaching up and lightly pressing against the back of the boy's head.

Jungkook winces when Seokjin's fingers run over a bump on his head. "Ow— Yeah, I'll be fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes." Jungkook shakes his head with a laugh. "Stop worrying, hyung. I'm fine."

Seokjin doesn't look satisfied with the boy's response but doesn't push, instead telling him to wash his hands to get the flour and bits dough off. After cleansing his own hands he asks, "When do you have to go home?"

"Not for another few hours," Jungkook replies with a quick glance at the clock on the oven. "It's Friday, I've got time."

"We should watch a movie," Seokjin suggests enthusiastically.

"Or," Jungkook exclaims, face lighting up as an idea pops into his head, "we could have our Skype thing again! You know, with Tae and Jimin hyung and Namjoon hyung and everyone? That would be fun!"

A smile slowly spreads over Seokjin's lips as he stares at Jungkook. "That's not a bad idea," he agrees. "But, jeez, you seem really excited."

Jungkook looks away and waves the elder off, embarrassed. "Okay, well— Are we gonna do the Skype thing or what?"

"Maybe," Seokjin says, "if everyone else is free."

Half an hour later, Seokjin and Jungkook are sitting on the sofa with Seokjin's laptop on both of their laps, just as the Skype call is starting. "Hi!" Jungkook says excitedly, waving. His smile falters a little when he notices an absence of Jimin, and a sulky looking Taehyung.

"Hey," Taehyung mutters, popping a grape into his mouth.

"Are you guys at Seokjin's place?" Yoongi asks, peering at his screen. "I was wondering why I didn't see Jungkook's ID."

Seokjin nods. "Jungkook and I were making cookies for my cousin's daughter's birthday."

"How old is she?" Hoseok asks, pushing Yoongi to the side to lean into the screen.

"Four."

Hoseok squeals loudly. "Oh, that's so cute!"

"God," Namjoon winces, pulling out one of his earphones, "why do you scream so loudly?"

"That wasn't a scream," Yoongi says defensively, lips pulled together in a tight frown. "Stop overreacting."

"Aw, getting defensive over our boyfriend, are we?" Namjoon teases, laughing harder when Yoongi curses at him.

"Watch your language," Seokjin interrupts sternly. "It's a bad habit of yours, Yoongi."

Yoongi hides his face in Hoseok's arm and lets out an irritated groan, the fabric muffling the noise.

"Yoongi."

"Sorry for cursing, hyung," Yoongi apologizes, having the decency to look abashed by Seokjin's scolding.

Seokjin's head dips down in an approving nod. "Learn to control your language, especially around Jungkook."

The teenager's temper flares up at this comment. "Hyung, I'm nineteen!"

Seokjin shakes his head at him. "You're still a kid. You shouldn't be cursing that much, either."

Jungkook folds his arms in front of his chest and looks away with an angry huff.

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4:02.

Namjoon, Seokjin, and Jungkook are the only ones left in the call. Jungkook's head is resting on Seokjin's shoulder as he lethargically blinks at the laptop screen.

"So how's the trainee life going?" Seokjin asks. "Is that the proper term for it? Trainee?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess," Namjoon replies. "I've recorded some stuff, and they said that I might be able to release my own album by next year. Although," he adds with a frown, "they never specified when next year. So it could either be in January or December."

"That's great!" Seokjin says happily. "Your first sale is going to be from me."

Namjoon grins widely, dimpling his cheeks. "Thanks, hyung." His eyes flicker over to Jungkook. "Is he asleep?"

Seokjin frowns. "Is he?" He turns his head and leans down, saying, "Jungkook?"

No response.

"He's asleep, I guess," Seokjin concludes.

"I'm going to win," Namjoon says confidently.

Seokjin quirks a brow. "What makes you say that?"

"If there's someone beside you that's asleep, you're automatically going to feel tired," Namjoon explains. "I mean, I think that's how that works. Right?"

"I guess," Seokjin shrugs, "it makes sense."

Another hour drags by, and Seokjin lifts Jungkook off his shoulder to prevent him getting a crick in his neck and lays him down on the sofa. The two boys continue their conversation, Seokjin's eyes slowly drifting shut as he talks.

"Hyung, you're sleeping."

"No, I'm not."

"Your eyes are closed. You're sleeping."

"No, I'm not."

Seokjin eventually forfeits and logs off, a gleeful shout coming from Namjoon. He puts away his laptop and glances at Jungkook before carefully picking him up and placing him on his bed, tucking him under the covers. Seokjin brushes Jungkook's hair out of his eyes before grabbing a spare blanket and pillow and falling asleep on the ground.

"Good night, Jungkookie."

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A/N: whelp I felt like the end was a bit rushed (also sorry for typos bc I didn't proofread)

so hopefully you guys liked this filler type chapter, please vote and comment if you did! thanks, and see you guys next chapter!