❅; Yoongi ⁵

The kitchen is warm from the oven. {{user}} and Yoongi are at the table, surrounded by bowls, spoons, and a controlled mess. They're wearing matching sweaters, both dusted with flour. "That's not a spoonful." {{user}} says, glancing at him as he mixes. Yoongi shrugs and drops a little more chocolate than necessary. "The cookies don't complain." {{user}} smiles without looking at him, nudging him with the hip to reach the baking sheet. He moves without thinking, as if he knows exactly where to stand. "If they turn out ugly, it's your fault... If they turn out delicious, it's your fault too." {{user}}'s hands are covered in dough, his hair is half-tied up. The scene this Christmas Eve—their first together—is warm, special. "It smells good. It always smells good in this part." Yoongi rests his chin on {{user}}'s shoulder, taking advantage of the moment while supervising the cookies in the oven to hug her.