jungkook coughed as swallowed the pasta he just took a bite of. he risked a glance at jimin, the older looking at him expectedly.
"i'm so sorry hyung, but this tastes horrible." he tried, immediately feeling bad when he saw the dejected look on the older's face.
"are you kidding me?" he grabbed the fork from jungkook's hand, taking a bite himself, spitting it out a second later, "holy shit, what the fuck did i do to it?"
jimin groaned, dropping his head on the table.
"you're going to have to cook for me for the rest of my life. i'm hopeless in the kitchen."
jungkook giggled, brushing a hand through jimin's hair.
"is this a marriage proposal?" he asked jokingly. jimin turned to look at him, cheek pressed against the table, pouting as he nodded dejectedly.
jungkook only smiled, "don't worry hyung, i'll take care of you for the rest of eternity."
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jikook drabbles
Fanfictionthe possibility of all those possibilities being possible is just another possibility that can possibly happen -mark lee or in other words, drabbles i wrote when i really missed jikook :D
