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Yoongi hyung's, sleeves rolled up, cool and focused, while Jin hyung is humming a trot tune, flambeing something he won't let anyone near because it's his masterpiece.
"Hyung, you're gonna set the curtains on fire again," Yoongi hyung mutters as he narrowly saves a bottle of wine from Jin hyung's wildly swinging elbow.
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Jin hyung just grins. "Let the drama live, Yoongs. This is called culinary theatre."
Kook and I are chopping fruits-well, I am.
Kookie keeps stealing slices and popping them into his mouth with this smug, "I'm taste-testing" excuse.
I jab him lightly with the knife handle.
"Hey. We need those for the sangria."
He leans in and kisses my cheek instead. "You need me more."
God, he's annoying. And sweet. And gorgeous. And mine.
Joonie walks by, holding a tray of mismatched wine glasses with intense focus, like he's diffusing a bomb.
Jin hyung shouts from the kitchen, "JOONIE-NO KITCHEN!"
"I'm not in the kitchen!" Joonie calls back, but in his panic he drops one of the glasses.
It shatters, and Wacha-Y/N's impossibly judgy cat-immediately leaps up from the couch with a hiss of displeasure, her tail puffed like a feather duster.
Yoongi hyung groans. "That's the third one today, Joon. Stop trying to help."
Tae walks in from the pool deck, barefoot and sun-kissed, Yeontan prancing at his heels with a bandana around his neck that says 'Party King.'
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Tae's wearing this silky printed button-up that's too open for my nerves but I love him for it.