#sugaofbts

You shrugged off your shoes and coat, placing your keys in the bowl at the door. Groaning, you gave Holly a scratch behind his ears and walked to put down all your bags on the sofa. You were wondering if Yoongi was home when the aroma of spices and ingredients filled the air as you entered the kitchen. 

To your surprise, Yoongi was standing at the kitchen island, too busy chopping vegetables with a focused expression on his face. You watched in awe as he moved with practised precision and a sense of purpose evident in every movement. He was so focused that he didn’t even notice you standing there. 

“Yoongi,” You called out. “I didn’t know you’d be cooking today.” Your eyes shined with curiosity. 

Yoongi looked up from the chopping board, a smile lifting at the corner of his lips. “Hey, Jagiya. I didn’t hear you coming home.” He momentarily stopped his chopping and washed his hand, coming over to give you a kiss on your hair. 

“Hmmm, seems like you were too engrossed in cooking to realise I’ve been standing here for a while now.” You snickered. It was true. Yoongi was much too engrossed in chopping up the ingredients needed for his special-of-the-day meal but you were equally engrossed in watching him cook. 

As Yoongi moved back to the chopping board to continue, he said, “Why don’t you go take a bath first? Dinner should be ready in thirty minutes or so.” He looked at you from the corner of his eyes. 

You sighed and walked up the stairs, fully agreeing with what he said. You really needed to wind down. Holly followed you to the bedroom, jumping onto the bed and curling up. 

“You shouldn’t be sleeping now, right?” You chided the brown toy poodle that now lay in between the pillows at the head of the bed. 

You stepped into the shower, soaking in the heat of the water that cascades down your back. You sighed, bringing your hands to your head. You decided to take a short shower, curious about what Yoongi may be whipping out for dinner. Holly followed you out of the room and into the kitchen, standing in front of his food bowl. 

“Okay, okay. Coming.” You left your hair towel on one of the dining chairs, going over to the storage room to get Holly’s kibbles. After feeding Holly his dinner, you approached the counter, intrigued by how Yoongi transforms the ingredients into a colourful array of vegetables. And the way his hands moved was mesmerising - an intricate dance that seemed to mirror his musical talents. 

Even as the dish started to take shape, Yoongi’s concentration was unwavering. The kitchen was his soundboard, each ingredient was a beat of creativity. He moved around the kitchen with fluid ease, adding a pinch of this and a dash of that, all the while humming a tune softly to himself. His movements were like a melody that carried a sense of contentment. 

You were, too, more than content to sit back and watch your husband move around. After a while, he turned to you with a grin, gummies all showing. “Care to be my taste-tester?”

You nodded eagerly, all the waiting around and the delicious wafting of sauces have gotten you hungry. “Not that your food will ever be bad.” Your taste buds tingled with anticipation. With a flourish, Yoongi presented you with a beautifully plated dish. 

The first bite was a revelation - a burst of flavours that exploded on your tongue. You couldn’t help but let out a satisfied sigh. “Oh, it’s good. Yoongi, please come home and cook more often.”

Yoongi chuckled and ducked his head, cheeks slightly tinged with a blush. You took that time to tease him. “Aw, Yoongi. Five years and still can’t get used to it?” You wiggled your brows at him. 

Yoongi groaned. “Jagiya,” he wined. “Stoooppp.”

You snickered and shoved a mouthful of rice into your mouth. As you savoured each bite, you could feel the passion infused in every dish. It was as if Yoongi’s emotions were intertwined with the flavours - a symphony of tastes that spoke of care and dedication. 

As all the dishes were set on the table and Yoongi took a seat opposite you, you chatted about cooking and food, sharing stories and memories. The kitchen was always been one of the places where the both of you connected easily. It was a place where two souls intertwined over shared experiences and mutual appreciation for the culinary arts.

As the evening turned into night, you stood beside each other, washing dishes as a comfortable silence settled between you. Yoongi’s fingers brushed against yours and you exchanged a meaningful glance. It was in these simple moments that rekindled the depth of your connection with him. 

“I’m glad to have met you in this universe,” Yoongi admitted in the silence, his voice soft. 

You smiled, heart warmed by his sudden honesty. There are not many times where he would so vulnerably lay his heart out to you. Yoongi always wanted you to see only the best in him. “And I am grateful to have found you. What if I decided to ditch the fan meeting that day?” You teased him. 

The corners of Yoongi’s lips lifted into a smile. “I would have been doomed.” At that moment, time seems to be at a standstill, the dim lights of the kitchen setting a scene. You shared a moment that went beyond words - a puzzle piece that pulsed in place, forged by the years of fighting for each other and the act of sharing. 

As the night continued, you and Yoongi shifted to the bedroom, a final cup of tea in hand as the now empty teapot sat on his side of the bedside table. You finished off the last drop and snuggled into him, covers draping over the both of you. A sense of contentment settled over the both of you. 

As Yoongi’s fingers found yours, his caress was gentle and reassuring. “Whatever the future, we’ll get through it together.” 

You intertwined your fingers with him as you looked up and kissed his jaw. “Together. Thank you Yoongi, for sharing you with me.”

“God that was corny, Jagiya.”