pots and pans ;

"What's this?" Jimin questions, holding up an apron. You laughed, sniggering at the boy who had a pot over his head and a spatula in one hand, apron in the other. "An apron," you answer.

"What's an apron? Is it those dancing octopus machines? Woah, they'd make great friends with Namjoon," Jimin holds the string of the apron, whipping it in the air.

Laughing, you replied to the curious boy, "it's something you use for protection when you're cooking." Looking up, Jimin grins cheekily. The glint in his eyes told you that he was definitely up to no good. His eyes were hooded, harder to see as the pot had tilted to one side, covering his face.

"Like a condom?" he blinks innocently at you. You dropped the scissor on your hand. "Park Jimin!" you shrieked, horror exploding in you. "We're here to save your friends you idiot." you snarled, shooting the giggling male daggers. "Yes ma'am," the boy pouts, placing the apron down onto the counter.

Both of you had arrived in the kitchen. You wondered how Hoseok and Jungkook were doing. If you had found the kitchen, it would mean that their trip was meaningless. Jimin picks up a round, black frying pan.

"Can we use these?" he asked, turning and twisting the round metal, inspecting it. "Yeah, find more of those," you answered, rummaging the cupboards closer to the ground. There! Another frying pan. Jimin whistles, causing you to look up.

However, your head was still snuggled deep inside the cupboard, resulting in you hitting your head. You yelped, rubbing the top of your head. Jimin was squeaking, laughter like music as he placed a hand onto his thighs. Asshole, you cursed.

"We got them, let's go." the corner of your lips dragged downwards as you walked out, tiptoeing to not attract too much attention. You had a pot on your head, a frying pan in one arm, and four serving spoons in the other.

Jimin had two frying pans on both his hands and a pot on his head. "Darth Vader," Jimin calls out, speed walking towards you. You could feel the grin in his voice. "I thought you were more of a cotton person," he breathes, managing to catch up with you.

Ten seconds passed, and you realised what he had meant. Swinging the pan on your hand, you aimed for his head. Squawking, the spirit ducks last minute. You raised your arm again, pursing your lips as your attempts failed. "You pervert!" you growled, attempting to hit him once again, but the ghost was too fast.

Jimin dodges your moves, grinning as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"It's not my fault you're se-"

"You're back!" Hoseok squeals, cutting Jimin off. The both of you finally reached the entrance of the torture room. "Yeah, and we brought amour," you grinned, raising the pots, pans, spatula, and spoon. Jungkook rushes towards you, taking off the pot on your head. You mouthed a thank you, before sitting down, back against the wall.

"Someone please take Jimin with you next time. Spending less than thirty minutes with him felt like an eternity in hell," you groaned out, head tilting towards the side. A few cracks were heard as you did so. You were exhausted.

"Maybe because you're in hell," the phantom with the pot on his head pouts, cheeks puffed up cutely. Scoffing, you turned your head. He was absolutely adorable, but you weren't going to let him know that. "Can we go get Jin?" Jungkook whines, head thrown back in frustration.

Hoseok nods, knocking the metal spoon on the pan. "This will do, let's go!" he grins, excited. "ni men hao xiang xiao ke ai de tu zi," you whispered under your breathe, grinning slightly. "Huh?" Jimin looks at you, eyes enlarging, mouth agape. You chuckled, patting his head lightly. Adorable.

"What did you say?" Jimin pouts, tilting his head to the side. "I said you're idiots." you stuck out your tongue, smiling widely. "What language were you speaking?" Jungkook pipes in. "Chinese," you replied.

"Oh, chinese? Can I learn a few phrases from you?" Hoseok squeaks, jumping up and down. You nodded enthusiastically. "I want to too!" Jimin jumps along, causing you to laugh. Oh, this was going to be fun.

"What would you like to learn?" you asked the boys. "What's let's get this bread?" Jungkook asked, at the same time Jimin spoke up, "What's eat this shit?"

"Let's get this bread is wo men lai na mian bao." you smiled sweetly at the cheering boy. "Eat this shit is baba da wo," you held back the urge to grin sinisterly. "baba da wo!" Jimin pumps his fist in the air, the words rolling off his tongue smoothly.

You burst out laughing, hand reaching up to cover your mouth. With the other hand, you gave him a thumbs up. "wo men lai na mian bao," Jungkook spoke uncertainly, raising the pots and pans. Hoseok stood in front of the door, holding out his fingers.

Three, two, one.

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okay first of all, i know this is a y/n story and i know not everyone knows chinese. although this is a y/n story, we know that in a way, y/n is somewhat a character by herself. not everyone would enjoy my writing style, so it's okay if you want to leave.

also, i know my chinese well lmao, no men how xiang ke ai de tu zi means you look like adorable bunnies (direct translation feels weird). y/n gave them the wrong translation because i thought it would be funny that since the members didn't understand the language, she could fool around with them 💀 lame, I know.

however, i wanted to add in a part in a movie that i've watched years ago.

idk if y'all know the movie, but it's called : detective chinatown. lmao it's amazing and hilarious.

anyways here's your translation! let's get this bread wo men lai na mian bao. it sounds awkwardly weird but oH weLLS? but eat this shit baba da wo. lmao baba da wo means, dad hit me. not sure if y'all would laugh the way i did, but i found it hilarious when i watched the movie.

also, i sincerely apologise for the sudden change by inserting this out of the blue. i hope y'all bear with me.