🔳Daddy's Boy {Jikook}🔲

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"Here you go chef." Jimin grinded his teeth as he tried his best not to shout from the top of his lungs.

This was the THIRD Ratatouille he made and gave it to the chef to taste. By now, it has already been 2 hours and all the students have left the class, even Hoseok since Jimin told him to go to his class. For the past 2 hours, Jimin made 2 Ratatouille and the chef kept on saying it was not good enough.

He watched as the chef take a bite of his new Ratatouille that he just made. "Mhm... Not goo-"

"Ok, I get it! Not good enough!" Jimin rolled his eyes and puffed some air onto his hair before grabbing the dish and walking back to the table to make a new set of Ratatouille.

He was not going to give up that easily. He has always satisfied people with his cooking and he will make the chef satisfied. He was about to get the vegetable but quickly turned around when he heard a small chuckle. He looked at the chef, who had a poker face, but he could have sworn he saw a smile. Am I finally turning crazy?

Jimin shook his head and finally grabbed the vegetable. As he was cutting the vegetables, a memory popped into his mind.

"Granny! When is the food going to be ready?" An 8 year old Jimin whined as he impatiently sat down on the table, waiting for his grandma to finish his favorite dish.

"Patient my child." The grandmother smiled as she poured some sauce into the soup.

"But you been there for sooooooooo long." He pouted has he placed his chin on top of the table.

"I know baby, but," the grandma puts the stove on low heat as she turned around and walked towards her grandchild. She pulled out a chair right next to jimin "When you are cooking, you must always be patient. Sweets always comes out of a bitter run."

"Right... patience." Jimin whispered to himself as he continued cutting up the vegetables. Just like how he made the other Ratatouille, he followed the same steps. With patience.

After an hour, the dish was completely baked and cooled. He grabbed a serving and gave it to the chef. He stood in front of the chef with his hands behind his back.

The chef smirked as he grabbed his fork and took a bite. "Mmm... It's good. Just like your first one."

"Thank God, Finally! WAIT- did you just-"

"Yes. Played with your patient." He finally smiled as he got up from his chair and walked over to the shorter male.

Jimin really wanted to punch him in the face right now but somehow the smile on his face made him freeze. He looked so handsome. "Why?" 

"I think you already know." 

Jimin took some moment to think... Yes, he knows. "Patience is not simply the ability to wait - it's how we behave while we're waiting." Jimin answered as Jin smiled with his teeth. 

"You are really something Jimin. I have never seen anyone be this patient. That is what it takes to be a great chef. Keep in mind." He said has he pulled out his hand. "I hope we didn't get in the wrong foot."

"Trust me, I wanted to cut you up like I cut those vegetables." He confessed as he pulled out his hand to shake. 

Jin chuckled and laughs at that. "You are really cute Jimin." He said as Jimin blushed from the compliment. 

"Thank you." 

"Mind if you help me out? I could really use some hand to clear this." Jin asked as Jimin nodded. 

Both the males looked at the mass. Vegetable peels were all over the table and floor, water and oil mixed together and fell everywhere, and the pile of dish on top of the sink could make any sibling kill each other just to see who had to do it. 

"Oh yeah... another tip. A chef must always keep his kitchen clean." Jin said as Jimin rapidly nodded. 
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"Here!" Jin said as he handed Jimin a can of soda. 

Finally they have finished cleaning the kitchen and were now sitting down on the chair to relax. They had a little argue about who was going to do the dishes, which Jimin won by showing his puppy eyes. 

"Thank you chef." Jimin gave him a small Smile as he grabbed the drink. He popped open the can and took a sip, as he was thinking about something. 

Jin also took a sip of his drink before asking Jimin a question. "What are you thinking?" 

"Mmm.... If you don't mind me asking, how old are you? I mean, you look young, just like Mr. Scoups."

"I am 24 years old." 

"That's pretty young for a professional chef." 

"Yeah. I graduated college early since cooking was always my passion."

"Mine too." Jimin had a big smile on his face as he looked down at his can. "I love cooking. Everytime I'm in the kitchen, it feels like a child in the playground. I want to try so many new recipes, cook new dishes, and travel!" 

Jin looked at the boy in front of him, who was smiling from ear-to-ear. Without even knowing, a smile appeared in his face. It's been awhile since the young Chef saw someone talking about cooking with so much passion. Not only that, but the young boy looked so cute. 

"Oh sorry... Was I talking to much?" Jimin blushed as he robbed the back of his neck. 

"You were just like me when I was younger. Keep on believing on the child in the playground. That's what keeps our youth alive." Jin smiles as gets closer to Jimin. "Because without that child, youth is no longer laughing." 

Jimin looked at Jin, who was looking back at him. Jimin hasn't known Jin for that long but because they both had the same passion in cooking, it felt like Jimin finally had someone who understands him just like his grandma. They both were so busy staring at each other, completely not noticing the other male in the room. 

"Jimin." A husky voice growls as Jimin flinched and looked behind him. 

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Teaser:

"He fucking tried to kiss you!" Jungkook was more than furious at this point seeing Jimin stand next to another guy and not him.

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S.coups's Wife, Ela.