When you got home the next day, you saw that Jimin was on the kitchen floor making something for you.
"What are you doing?"
"Making dinner."
You almost smiled. "You can't cook."
"I've been practicing," he said without looking at you. "Jin hyung taught me well."
"I already ate," you said.
Jimin shrugged. "Eat it tomorrow then."
"I'm capable of doing it myself," you reminded him. You have been doing it for the past few weeks.
Jimin stopped and glanced up at you. "I know," he said quietly. "Let me do it, or I will feel like a complete sh*t."
You shrugged. "Do as you wish."