Yoongi pov

we stopped by at the store to buy some ingredients since i don't have much at home. Jimin said he's going to make soup and fried chicken, he said it's his speciality, i just nodded to whatever he said. Jimin look so excited when choosing the ingredients, his face looks so happy, and i feel happy too seeing him like that. he's continously asking "do you like this?", or "how about this?" or "can i take this?" he is so cute, really, i can't stand his cuteness, that eye smile looks so adorable. how can i not fall in love with this cutie?

after we arrived at home, Jimin straight forward to the kitchen and prepares the food. i join him after changing. "need some help?" he smiled. "what can i do for you?", "can you cut that onions?", "sure" i said sure, actually it means i'm not sure. i've never touch these things before. so here i am, with an onion and knife, in few tries, i nearly cut my hand and finally cut my hand for real. congratulation, Min Yoongi. "hyung! are you okay?!" Jimin looks panic looking at my hand covered with blood. "i'm okay, i'll be back", "where are you going?", "take the aid box", "i'll take care of it, where's the aid box?", "in my room, you will see a box near my bed. my room is there" pointing a room. Jimin rushed go to my room, and came back in less than a minute. i washed my hand to clean the blood before Jimin treat it. "you should be careful