"Good morning, boyfriend," a cheerful Jimin rasped behind him and Jungkook turned around from the stove to receive a kiss... that turned out longer than planned and caused the fried rice to become a little crispier than intended.

"What are you wearing?" he asked surprised when Jimin sat down at the table. The older was dressed in a white t-shirt that reached down to the middle of his thighs.

"Found it in your closet," he replied with a shrug. "I like oversized stuff. It's comfortable."

"Uhu," Jungkook hummed. He did not remember possessing a shirt this long, but he had had that phase of longshirts and cargo pants, so who knew if there did not exist a shirt that had survived the purge.

"What are you making?" his boyfriend wanted to know. "Nurungji?"

"Yup."

"Did we leave rice yesterday?"

"Yup."

"Can you say more than 'yup'?"

"Yup." Jungkook chuckled impishly.

"Yah, Jeon Jungkook!" A weight pounced against his back and two arms slung around his waist. "Stop bullying me."

"I would never," Jungkook said, voice dripping with irony.

"Now that you have me, you reveal your true colors. I see," Jimin growled into his neck before placing a peck there and letting go again to sit down.

"I was thinking," Jungkook began talking on a more serious note while letting the other side of the rice cake fry. "I could take the night shifts during weekends. Then you wouldn't have to neglect the club." It also paid better and the officers with a family were happy if they did not have to cover for the weekends.

Jimin's eyes widened in exaggerated surprise. "This sounds like you want me to move in with you. Aren't you taking the next steps a little too fast?"

Jungkook chuckled. Of course, he knew that it was much too early for that, but that did not mean he would not enjoy spending every weekend like this one. And if, then it would obviously be him who would be moving into Jimin's, because at no chance could the two of them live in this bandbox of an apartment. "Can't I spend my weekends with my boyfriend?" he asked with a smirk.

And he received a smirk in return. "I'm sure said boyfriend would be inclined to follow through with that suggestion," the older said in a low voice and strolled back to where Jungkook was still leaning against the stove and snatched another kiss. "But the weekend isn't over, yet, so is what we did up until now all I can expect?"

Jungkook wanted to roll his eyes, unable to believe that this was the supposedly mysterious and alluring devil of the Devil's Lair. Really, how much in-the-face could a suggestion be before simply becoming plump? Then again, who was he to deny such an invitation?

Determined he turned around, turned off the stove, and put the pan aside, before picking up his boyfriend into his arms and walking straight back to where they had come from. Breakfast could wait until he had had his appetizer.

>>The End<<

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