From the give word prompts: "Do it. I dare you." - Phichit.
Five Word Prompts - Any Fandom
Headed to Be My Chef, Yuuri AUfor this one, because this screams sous chef Phichit to me. Wise, the bestfriend Yuuri could ask for, and the original darer of Yuuri to kiss Victor. Ah,sous chef Phichit, how I love you!
It was a quiet Monday morning.Yuuri sat at the breakfast table sipping his coffee while flipping through histattered recipe book. He wanted something different for the chef’s special inthe upcoming week and he couldn’t quite decide what to choose.
“Where’s Victor?”
Coming out of his concentration,Yuuri looked up to see Phichit filling his own coffee mug. The hamster pajamapants paired with the t-shirt sporting a giant pickle saying “I’m kind of a bigdill” made Yuuri chuckle into his own cup before answering. “Upstairs, stillasleep I believe. He was a little restless last night.” The dreams had beencoming again and Yuuri had spent most of the night waking a distressed Victorwith soothing kisses. If Victor could sneak in some extra sleep on their dayoff, it would certainly be good for him. Checking the time on his phone, Yuurifigured another thirty minutes and he would prepare breakfast to deliver toVictor in bed.
“Restless, huh?” Phichit leanedback on the counter eying Yuuri across the kitchen.
Yuuri knew that look. It was thelook Phichit had immediately before collecting the ingredients for his famousturducken. It was the same look that had come with the sentence “hey, Yuuri, I bet we could win this poledancing contest, dare you to try.” Most famously, it was the look that haddared Yuuri to kiss Victor on the night of JJ’s bachelor party. “Don’t,” Yuuriwarned, returning to his recipe book and refusing to look at his best friend.
“Are you going to take Victorbreakfast in bed?” Pushing from the counter, Phichit retrieved the tray usedfor that purpose and placed it on the kitchen island.
Willing himself to keep his headdown toward his book, Yuuri nodded. There were soft bangs and clangs from themain part of the kitchen and Yuuri’s grip on his coffee mug grew tight. Thesound of Phichit humming to himself had Yuuri’s resistance straining andfinally losing the battle he turned to face his best friend.
“Ta da!” Phichit waved an armproudly over the tray on the island. “Breakfast!”
The proud smile was Yuuri’s firsthint that the tray needed to be closely examined. Rising from his chair toapproach the island, his jaw dropped at the contents in front of him.
Phichit Chulanont, world classchef and sous chef, inventor of beautiful pastries, and foodie extraordinaire hadstacked an entire tray with nothing but whipped cream, chocolate sauce, syrup,peanut butter, and hot sauce. Lifting the last one from the tray, Yuuri slowlylet his gaze land on Phichit’s face.
“In case you are feeling spicy,”Phichit winked, very obviously proud of himself.
“I swear…” Yuuri hung his head,shaking it slightly. “There isn’t anything of substance on here Phichit, whatam I supposed to do…” Laughter rolled from his best friend as Yuuri’s sentencecame to a screeching halt. He was an idiot and Phichit… well, Phichit wasPhichit.
Tossing a banana onto the tray,Phichit continued to giggle. “For potassium, so you don’t get cramps.” Thrilledwith his own joke, Phichit hopped up on the counter, flipping the hot sauceinto the air and catching it. Carefully replacing it on the ridiculous tray,Phichit looked over his shoulder. “Hey, Yuuri…”
Freezing, Yuuri knew what wascoming. After all the years of friendship they had shared, Yuuri should havepredicted it and should have run while there was still time. Hands balling intofists on either side of the tray, he braced himself for the unavoidable.
“Do it,” Phichit flicked Yuuri’sear, happily swinging his legs, “I dare you.”
Never one to back down from adare, Yuuri seized the handles of the tray, gave Phichit one last long look andheaded up the stairs to give Victor a very surprising Monday morning.
