Yoongi is cooking, but when y/n comes home she tells him she ate with some friends. Maybe a bit of jealous/domestic Yoongi? I'll let you figure it out ♥️
Ps: do I need to tell you I love your work..? BECAUSE I DO.
You smelled the food in the air the moment you walked into your apartment. You groaned at how nice it smelled, kicking your shoes off and hanging your jacket.
“Babe?” you called for your boyfriend but got no reply. When you reached the kitchen, you found Yoongi with his back to you, in front of the stove, just sweatpants and an apron on as he busied himself with a pan. Your eyebrows rose high at the sight. “Babe, I’m home.”
This time he heard you, looking at you over his shoulder and giving you a bright, gummy grin. “Hey, love! Come here, give me a kiss,” he asked, pouting his lips as he wanted for you.
You chuckled and walked to him, giving him a quick peck. Your hand landed on his bare back, stroking him slightly as you peeked over him to see what was on the pan. A thick, golden-brown steak was having a hot butter bath underneath Yoongi’s spoon, sizzling as he kept coating it again and again with its own juices.
“That smells delicious,” you told him.
Yoongi smiled. “It’ll be ready in a minute, love,” he explained. “There’s also smashed potatoes in the oven, can you get those out for me?”
You nodded and opened the oven. Even the potatoes looked amazing, crisp and well seasoned. You sighed as you placed them on the counter. “They look amazing, babe. I’m jealous.”
Yoongi frowned. “What do you mean jealous?” he asked as he turned off the stove and place the steak on a plate. Then he looked at you all serious. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
You sucked in a breath through your teeth. “Actually… I just ate.”
The man’s mouth and shoulders dropped. “What?”
You rushed to his side, holding him in an attempt to be forgiven. “I’m sorry! You know, I was out with the guys and-”
“But you said you were going for drinks after work, not for food!” he whined, body still and not reciprocating your hug.
“I know, but we got hungry…” The guilt was pooling at the pit of your stomach; you really hadn’t thought about this twice, and Yoongi’s heartbroken face was killing you.
“But I made all of this for you!” he whined even more desperately.
Your arms closed tighter around him, mimicking his tone. “I didn’t know you were cooking. I’m so sorry, baby!”
Yoongi pushed you away, looking at you with a prominent pout. “Why didn’t you tell me? I mean, you decided to eat out, you should let me know so that I can decide what I’ll eat too, right?”
You bit your lip as you slowly reached for him, trying to grab him by the arm. “You’re right. I’m really sorry. I screwed up.”
The man huffed, pulled away from you, looking around the kitchen. “I cooked all of that… Now it’s all a waste.”
“No, no, no…” you quickly said. “It’s not a waste. Look, I’ll eat some too, okay?”
“It’s okay, I want to try some anyway.”
Yoongi gave you a glare through his lashes and snorted. He grabbed one plate with a steak, added a few potatoes, and plumbed on his seat with that same pout still on. “Whatever,” he mumbled. He cut into his rare, tender steak almost aggressively and shoved a bite into his mouth. The corners of your lips were turned downward as you watched him, nearing very slowly as if you were scared he would run away like a wild animal.
You sat right next to him, a hand landing on his thigh and stroking him softly. “Baby,” you called, but he ignored you, eyes never leaving his plate. You moved your head closer, chin resting on his shoulder. “Baby, please don’t be mad…” You peppered kisses on the side of his neck, but he still didn’t budge. You sighed. “Yoongi, baby, why are you so upset? It was a simple miscommunication. How was I supposed to know you were cooking dinner if you didn’t tell me either?”
He finally looked at you, still pouting even as he was chewing. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”
Yoongi turned back to his plate, playing with his food a bit. “I got home early, and since you were out, I thought I’d make you something delicious to eat. You are always the one who cooks, and I wanted to make something for you for once.”
“I tried to make it really nice,” he continued. “I got annoyed because I wanted to treat you nice and I can’t.”
“Of course you can!” you chirped. “I told you, let me try. I want to honor your food, babe.” And you opened your mouth wide, waiting for a bite. Yoongi chewed the inside of his cheek a bit, but cut up a piece of meat and fed it to you. Looking at you expectingly as you took your time to savor it. “My God, it’s amazing, baby!”
You nodded so fast. “I love it. Makes me want to eat the whole thing.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him many kisses all over his face, Yoongi grimacing and pulling away, his little act of not wanting affection. “So perfect, my baby!” you praised him. “You are an amazing cook and boyfriend! I’m so lucky, I literally have the best man.”
“Yah! That’s enough. Let me eat,” he whined, but you could tell his whole mood had changed from the way he was trying not to smile.
“You know,” you whispered, your hand playing a bit with his hair before stroking his naked back. “My stomach may be full, but I’m definitely hungry to eat something else.”
Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes before narrowing them, a smirk on his lips as he licked them slowly. And you wiggled your eyebrows at him.
“Sure,” he said with a raspy voice. “That might be a good start to make this up to me.”