Youngjae scrunched his face lightly when he heard something in the kitchen... for the sixth time. He sighed to himself and got up from the black, leather couch, putting down the volume of the T.V before leaving the room. As soon as he entered the kitchen his eyes darted straight to the ground, a frown on his face when he spotted several cooking utensils. Just as he was about to clean up the mess he heard a sigh, he straightened himself and looked around the small kitchen again, his eyes narrowing when he spotted 'a floating carrot' moving across the kitchen table
"Daehyun" he watched in slight amusement as the bright orange carrot drops and a silent 'owie' was heard. Youngjae moved to the carrot and picked it up, placing it somewhere else and eyed the tiny boy which was currently puffing out his cheeks. "What are you doing in the kitchen?", Daehyun stood up and flattened the wrinkles that developed when the vegetable had fallen on him, he even picked his hat back up, angrily putting it back onto his head, the large chef hat sliding down, covering his forehead
"Nwone of ywour bus-buswiness!"
"It is 'my' kitchen Dae", the tiny boy didn't say anything back and walked off, grabbing the carrot by the end and dragging it along behind him, not wanting the heavy vegetable to fall on him once again. Youngjae followed him with his eyes, smiling to himself as the other huffs in exhaustion, but as soon as Daehyun grabbed at the end of a knife he was by the tiny boys side, the knife now in his own hands
"Dae! You know you can't use knives"
"Bwut I-"
"No" he ignored the loud, high pitched whining as he put the knife away on the other side of the kitchen
"Jwae, I was mwaking swalad"
"I'll make it"
"Nwo! I wannna!" the tiny boy continued to whine
"Aish, you're going to hurt yourself"
"Bwut..." there was a faint blush on the others cheeks, his eyes on the table below, "Bwut I wanted to mwake it fwor you". Youngjae only stared at the tiny boy in awe, never has the other wanted to do something for 'him', especially if it involved food. With his pointer finger, Youngjae lightly poked the others cheeks, feeling how warm they were, he smiled down at Daehyun
"You didn't have to Dae, how could I live with the thought of you hurting yourself when you were making something for me hmm?" 
"Bwut it wa-"
"Shh" he hushed the other, taking the chef hat off and ruffling his brown hair. Daehyun kept his eyes glued underneath him, a bright smile on his face.