The Kim's Household
Kim Jungkook woke up to the unmistakable sound of chaos in the kitchen.
It was 7 a.m. on a Saturday. A day that should have been reserved for sleeping in, playing video games, and ignoring the world.
Instead, there was clattering, sizzling, and his father's off-key singing.
Jungkook groaned into his pillow.
"Why," he mumbled, "does he think he's Beyoncé at dawn?"
He cracked one eye open. His room was dark except for the bluish glow of his computer monitor on sleep mode, blinking like a tired cyclops. Posters of bands and video game art covered the walls. His desk was an absolute battlefield of textbooks, energy drink cans, and sticky notes reading things like "WHAT'S NEXT?!!!" in his own angry scrawl.
But the noise wasn't stopping. In fact, it was getting worse.
He dragged himself out of bed, hair sticking up like a haystack, and padded into the hallway. The small apartment was warm and bright, despite being a little cluttered. Plants perched in mismatched pots on window sills. Shoes spilled from the rack near the door. The walls were lined with photos: Jungkook on the first day of school; Jin with a chef's medal at a local competition; the two of them grinning in front of the ocean.
"-AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE MEEE-"
Seokjin living proof that handsome people could still be absolute menaces, was standing at the stove, flipping a pancake like he was auditioning for MasterChef.
He was also wearing an apron that said Kiss the Cook, which Jungkook had tried to burn once, with no success.
Their dog—Misty—scrambled out of the way with a huff.
Misty was a shaggy gray and white mutt they'd rescued two years ago, part sheepdog, part who-knew-what, with soulful brown eyes and an unshakable sense of dignity. She was currently wearing a pink bow on her collar (courtesy of Jin) and looked supremely unimpressed.
"Jungkookie! Good morning, my sunshine, my reason for living, my beautiful mistake!"
"Stop calling me that," Jungkook said flatly.
Jin pretended to sob. "I carried you for nine months-"
"You didn't carry me dad, the surrogate did the heavy lifting"
"Details details!" Jin chirped, twirling back to the stove.
Jungkook squinted at the scene.
The kitchen smelled heavenly.
The counters were covered with bowls of prepped fruit, syrup warmed gently on the side, bacon crisping in a pan without a single burn mark. Jin was plating pancakes stacked like art, complete with butter melting on top like it was a food commercial.
"Dad. You're showing off again."
Jin sniffed proudly. "Excuse me for wanting my beloved only child to eat like royalty."
"Some of us were happy with instant noodles."
"Blasphemy."
Misty woofed quietly, tail thumping.
"See?" Jin said, gesturing with the spatula. "Even Misty knows you're wrong."
Jungkook snorted. "You're so dramatic."
"I'm a culinary artist, Jungkook. The world is my kitchen, and you are my ungrateful customer."
Jungkook tried not to laugh. Misty sneezed, as if punctuating the argument.
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D & D (Dad & Dates)
FanfictionKim Jungkook is 18 years old and freshly graduated-but instead of thinking about college parties or gap-year travel, he's busy with one thing: fixing his father's love life. Kim Seokjin has been single for years, burying his heart behind dad jokes...
