[Y/n POV]
As said before, I'm positive they'd scream at how delicious it is. Fingers crossed. Else I'd just say, that was a gist of my over-confidence.
Walking over to the hall, where everyone was scattered, sitting down watching a movie, Jin and I placed the huge casserole of the dish onto the table, attracting the whole house.
"Woah Noona, it looks delicious, can I try it?" Jungkook asks eagerly.
"Yes kook, can you go get some plates for everyone?" I asked, hoping he'd do that. My lazy ass wasn't in the position of going up to the kitchen again.
Reluctantly, (and luckily), he went up to the kitchen and got 8 plates, piled up in his hands.
8 spoons on the plate at the top of the pile, and his hands clutching the bottom most plate tightly, making sure they won't fall from his grip.
Placing the plates on the table, all of us grabbed a plate, and starting serving the food on our plates for ourselves.
Remember, fingers crossed.
Three
Two
One.
All heads shot towards me. Especially Jin's.
"Y/n. I request you humbly to cook for us every time you come here." Yoongi says.
I giggled. "Sure Yoongs. Anything for you guys." I say smiling.
And that was how my day went by.
Taehyung hugging onto me as if I was a teddy bear, and Hobi playing with my hair as he sat on the couch.
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