kitchen

@Jooheon oh! I'm comfortable with making several kinds of pastas, actually. we could do chicken and cream. you could totally make jokes about the white cream... *snickers and pats your cheek when you seem so excited* let's make tiramisu then! we should actually start with that, because that needs to stay in the fridge for a few hours... I swear Kyun is not human if he doesn't like tiramisu. ew! *shoves at your shoulder and distances myself from you* I didn't even think of that, I just need the warmth to sleep! and the coverage. so are you going to use candleholders for guns for that?

@Kihyun Sort of, yeah. I just want it to be perfect, so I want something you’re comfortable making? Although I’m sure anything you make will be great. *sends a sweet smile your way, eyes widening at the mention of desserts* Oh my god Ki hyung you’re the best— I want tiramisu, because I live for that , but I don’t know if Kyun likes it too.. *nods at the suggestion, although I do smile in amusement at you* I’d wash it before giving it back, duh. But coffee table sounds good! I’ll have to go candle hunting then once we’re done cooking.

@Jooheon *makes a little squeak and pulls back my finger, blushing, then peeks over your shoulder at your phone* looks like you actually have ideas of what you wanna make! mm, I'd rather make some dessert instead of bread? like panna cotta or tiramisu. *rolls my eyes* you're just flattering me so I'll help you with what you want... uh. I think we could take the coffee table upstairs! I'm not giving up my blanket *scrunches my nose*

@Kihyun *playfully nips at your finger before moving to pull out my phone from my pocket, tabbing over to the internet browser* Okay, so.. maybe.. pasta and uh.. garlic bread? With some kind of olive oil-garnished dip? *searches for some pasta recipes* Yes, 'cause you're absolutely great. *blows you and air kiss* Well, I'm going to have to steal all of the blankets for tonight then if we don't have a mini table.

@Jooheon *still grinning bright, pokes into your dimples gently* I don't think I could cook more than quiche or ratatouille... and omelette but that doesn't even count. *sighs* I think we're better off doing some kind of pasta... *blinks at you and laughs again, shaking my hjead* Joo, I am a mom but do I look like I have superpowers? am I now an event organizer as well?

@Kihyun *eyes turn into happy crescents and dimples deepen, giving your cheek a smooch as well* I'm glad to hear that, heh. *hums in contemplation, rubbing my chin* French, yeah, but do you know some good recipes? I'm okay with Italian too. Also, do we have a table to take to the rooftop?? And uh– some candles?

@Jooheon *snickers more as I throw my arms around you and smooches your cheek* you're abso-facking-lutely adorable and I just can't say no to you. so, duh *shrugs before pausing* uh, romantic meal...? something european I guess? italian or french...

@Kihyun Also because I needed some Ki-hyung love so why not take two birds out with one stone eh? *grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck, before beaming widely at you* You will? Awesome! Okay, what's the most romantic meal you can make?

@Jooheon stares at you at the explanation before breaking into laughter
is that what all this fuss was about? yes, I'm very obviously helping~

@Kihyun Okay listen. *deposits you next to the stove, poking your cheek* I– I want to cook something for Kyun (and all of you too) before he returns. So please, help me? *pouts and bats my eyelashes at you*

@Minhyuk oh? *quirks a brow, although my ears are warming up* I'll have to do that cooking one day then... I'd like to see you squirm and get uncomfy when I ask for your help.~
*hums lowly, my lips as I look at you, heaving already, then glances down at your hand tangled in my shirt. I'm tempted to give you another kiss right now but decide to leave that for later* you're pretty easy to rile up, Minnie. you're going to not like it *grins mischievously*
*once I've measaured everything, I roll up my sleeves, glancing at you and flashing a smug grin when I find you watching, before I pull out the blender to mix up the batter. after a little while, I stop and dip my finger into it to try, humming in approval, then dip again and walk over at you, holding my finger in front of your lips* wanna try?~

@Minhyuk oh, I didn't realize I had to put on a whole special kind of cooking show just to have you sit on your for 15 minutes--- *rolls my eyes as I tease, gently guiding you to a counter and pressing you to it as I kiss you deeply, soon cutting it short and laughing as your stomach rumbles* you think you can handle two minutes while I make the mixture? I guess I can continue to entertain you while they are baking *winks at you before grabbing a mixing bowl, the scale and the ingredients, working quick to measure out everything*

@Minhyuk *tilts my head as you seem to turn redder and puff out your cheeks, looking adorable, making me snicker as I step closer to you, looking at you mischievously* hm, so what do you wanna do? come bother me while I cook? you know, I don't mind it, but the more you slow me down, the later you can eat. and aren't you hungry, princess?

@Minhyuk *my grin remains plastered on my face as I tug you into the kitchen, peeking back at you to admire the beautiful rosy color of your cheeks, just never having enough of the sight that makes my heart flutter, nor the cute little sounds you make* will you be a good boy and sit by while I cook for you?

@Hyunwoo *huffs when I'm done, my anger not quite fully gone and I would continue scolding about how you don't even have a good excuse, but then you drag me down. I scrunch my face, the touch slippery, but still too strong to resist, so all I can do is make sure to smooth my t-shirt to the back of my thigh so I'm sitting on that and not the bare tiles as I'm plopping down on my . I attempt to glare but I'm met with your puppy eyes, and I know your struggle, heck, that's part of why I'm so mad, my stomach rumbling audibly again when you wave the chicken in front of me, and I hug myself with my free arm as if to stop it. oblivious to you your lips, I'm doing the same, the smell enough to have my mouth watering, and I swallow thickly. I'm pretty close to giving in really, but then you take away the chicken, and I'm getting mad again* you know what I need, huh? *I hiss yet again but I'm not getting far when you hold the back of my neck, as if knowing it's a weak spot, and your lips are on mine. I don't know how to feel, when your lips are greasy, but the taste of chicken is indeed so good. I'm mad for being kissed without my agreement, but your lips are soft. I hit your shoulder a few times before grabbing onto it, kissing back angrily and harshly, teeth tugging at your lower lip*

@Kihyun Looking up at you, a chicken leg hovering in front of my open mouth, I blink placidly, remaining silent as you chastise me, making no effort to interrupt you. As you begin to run out of steam, your arms flailing in frustration, I reach up, grabbing your hand, my fingers curling around your wrist, tugging you down, offering you no other alternative than to sit next to me. "You're right, Ki. I shouldn't be here eating chicken, breaking my diet, but I was so damn hungry." Patting my flat stomach, I stare at you, my eyes pleading with you to understand. "After today's practice, I couldn't stand it any longer. I needed food." Holding the box of chicken up, I lean closer to you, my shoulder nudging yours, my tone conspiratorial. "You know you want a piece. One chicken leg will not be the end of the world." Nodding at you encouragingly, I reach in and grab another piece of the chicken, a particularly plump leg, waving it in front of your face, my tongue slipping out to run over my greasy lips. "Live a little, hmm? I mean, you love chicken so much..." Blinking, I wait for your reaction, the soft hiss of your disgruntled voice still ringing in my ears. My eyes widen for a moment when an idea hits me, and before you can reject my offer, my fingers return the chicken leg to the box. "I know what you need. You need to get a taste of the chicken. Then you'll understand why I'm here feasting like this." Hesitating for a moment, I slowly lean closer to you, one of my hands reaching out to clasp the back of your neck, pulling you toward me, my lips meeting yours as I mumble softly against your mouth. "It really is good chicken."

@Hoseok Changkyun whined lightly when Hoseok,being Hoseok, grabbed an onion out of the pan. "Hyung-- I'm cooking. Can you wait until I'm done before you start eating things? If you eat all my ingredients, I won't have any in the final dish--" He shookhis head with a sigh, knowing this was pointless. Hoseok would always steal the ingredients when he was cooking and nothing he said now would change that behavior. "I was going to make us pasta for dinner--a garlicky, tomato sauce with angel hair pasta and little slices of smoked sausage. Does that sound good?"

@Changkyun Hoseok walked right into the kitchen to see the youngest member cooking. He smiled and walked over to see what he was making. It might not have been the best idea since he seemed to always bug the younger a tad bit more than usual when he is cooking since he tends to snack on the ingredients. But they've been living together for a long time so he should have been used to it already. Plus he thinks it's kind of adorable how the other seems to get irritated so easily. The elder did what he usually did obviously, reaching out to grab a piece of onion that the younger was sauteing and popping it into his mouth. "Yumm.. what are you making, Kyun?"

@Hoseok Changkyun stood in front of the stove, humming to himself, as he added angel hair pasta into a pot of boiling water. He closed the lid and busied himself chopping up garlic and onion. The others were off doing whatever it is they did when they weren't all hanging out together at home, so he decided to fix dinner; he might just end up eating alone but the others would at least have something when they came back. When the oil was hot in his pan, he added the garlic and onion and started to stir them through the sizzling oil.

@Hyunwoo *waken up in the middle of the night by nature's call, very unwillingly climbs out of my bed and throws on a long t-shirt that functions almost like a night gown, just so I don't walk through the house . I question why, since probably no one else is awake to complain, but it seems to be a habit by now. once I'm done with my business in the bathroom, I realize I'm thristy too and decide to drop by the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. my brows furrow as there is a faint light coming from there, probably I'll have to scold someone for leaving the fridge open in their hurry. however as I approach, I can smell something delicious, and my stomach churns, crying out for that chicken, reminding me of how little I ate today, and how long I haven't had my favorite chicken. I step into the kitchen, already annoyed, only to find a tall, bulky figure in the fridge door, sneakily feasting. I turn on the light for dramatic effect and close the door, arms crossed and eyes narrowed as I walk over to you, for once towering above you, lucky that you're sitting on the ground*
Son Hyunwoo. care to explain what you're doing? *hisses, unable to raise my voice at this hour* you're looking like a pig. aren't you an idol? and aren't you an idol on a diet, trying to get in shape for his world tour? also--- *my finger almost shakes as I point to the half eaten chicken leg in your hand* chicken. you're eating /chicken/. I feel personally betrayed! you know for how long I haven't had any fried chicken?? and then you're just--- *flails my arms around in helpless frustration*

@Kihyun Exhausted after we arrive back at the dorm after a long day of practicing for our latest comeback, all I can think about is how hungry I am, but I force myself to avoid the kitchen, knowing that I'm supposed to be watching what I eat. In an hour or two, the dorm grows quiet, and lying in my bed, I can hear the soft breathing of my roommates, confident that they're sound asleep. I try to join them, but rest alludes me, my rumbling stomach unwilling to let me relax. Sighing in frustration, I scoot to the edge of my bed, sitting there for a moment before I rise to my feet. Amazingly stealthy for someone who hovers close to 6' tall, I slip on my glasses as I leave the room, shutting the door quietly behind me, holding my breath for a moment when the latch clicks. Committed to raiding the refrigerator, I stride down the hallway, my bare feet slapping the floor, my sweatpants hanging low on my hips, one of my hands reaching up nervously to rub my bare chest. Standing in the threshold of the kitchen, I listen for any noises which might indicate that I'm not the only one awake, but when I hear nothing, I don't bother to turn on the light, I simply launch myself toward the refrigerator. Opening the door, I scrunch my nose when I see all the healthy food cluttering the shelves, but I'm soon smiling when I notice the shelf that our managers use. Grabbing several containers, I plop down on the floor, the only light in the room streaming out of the fridge, my fingers haphazardly tearing open the different packages. Biting my lip when I find some cold fried chicken, I rip most of the flesh off of a chicken leg with one bite, grease smeared over my plump lips, my sigh of contentment spilling into the night air.