Jisung.

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MinSons. "Kitchen Chaos"

Jisung didn't like chaos in the kitchen. Especially when Minho tried to "help."

"You're cutting the onion the wrong way," the omega said, looking at the alpha, who was sneezing over the cutting board.

"Is there a right way?" Minho looked up with red eyes and sniffled.

Jisung silently took the knife and the onion from him and pushed the alpha toward the stove.

"Stir the soup."

"I'm stirring," Minho grabbed the ladle and began moving it in circles, occasionally fishing out pieces of carrot and eating them.

"You're reducing the amount of soup," Jisung noted, though without any anger.

"I'm tasting it."

Jisung sighed, put a pan on the heat, and tossed in the meat. The kitchen filled with the smell of fried onions and spices. Minho moved closer, peering over the omega's shoulder.

"Is it going to be tasty?"

"It will be."

"Are you sure?"

"Minho."

"What? I just asked."

Jisung turned around. The alpha was looking down at him, with not a drop of fear in his eyes, only curiosity and a slight smile. The omega couldn't resist. He took Minho by the chin, squeezed his fingers slightly, and kissed him—briefly, almost weightlessly.

"Go set the table."

"What about another kiss?" Minho leaned in toward his lips.

"After dinner."

"And after dinner, you'll be doing the dishes."

"I will."

"And I'll stand next to you and get in the way?"

"As usual," Jisung chuckled and lightly pushed the alpha toward the cupboard with the plates.