Chef

Jin poked at his breakfast like it had answers.

YN, across the table, was quietly eating her kimchi and rice, looking suspiciously… innocent.

Too innocent.

He narrowed his eyes. “Okay. Spill.”

She blinked. “Spill what?”

“Don’t play cute with me. What happened last night?”

YN chewed slowly, then looked up at him, wide-eyed. “You don’t remember?”

He shook his head. “No! I remember us leaving the festival, then laughing about you giving the streetlamp a formal bow. Then… poof.”

She set her chopsticks down, pretending to think. “Hmm. That’s strange.”

“YN,” he warned, leaning closer, voice low. “Tell me.”

She leaned back casually and sipped her water. “We slept.”

Jin blinked. “Okay, but like—on the couch? Floor? Did I say something embarrassing?”

“Hmm… You might’ve mumbled something like ‘makgeolli is my soulmate,’” she said, biting back a grin.

Jin groaned, hiding his face. “Great. Classic drunk me.”

“Classic adorable drunk you,” she teased.

Before he could press further, Jin's phone buzzed. He glanced down and smiled. “Oh. By the way... I forgot to tell you something.”

YN looked up.

“BTS is coming today. The guys — all of them. For the last two days of the festival.”

YN nearly choked. “Wait. What?!”

“They wanted to see the place I grew up,” Jin explained casually. “And apparently, my mom has been texting Jimin nonstop about how she’s planning my future.”

YN gasped. “She did not.”

“Oh, she did. She’s been in full matchmaking mode since the minute we walked through the door.”

Just then, as if on cue, both their phones pinged again.

Mom Group Chat: “YN, make sure you wear that cute pink blouse today! Jin loves that color.”

“We’ll set up lunch under the gazebo. You two can sit together. Make it look natural. Wink.”

Jin let out a long sigh, showing her the messages. “We’re being parent-trapped.”

YN laughed so hard she had to grab the table. “They’re unreal.”

“Unreal and dangerously efficient.”

Outside, the sound of a van pulling up echoed through the window. Jin stood and peeked out.

“They’re here,” he said, grinning.

“Do I have time to brush my hair?” YN asked, eyes wide.

“Nope,” Jin said, already walking to the door. “Let’s go introduce you to seven very chaotic men.”

YN followed with a nervous laugh, heart pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with BTS and everything to do with the boy who still didn’t know they fell asleep wrapped up in each other the night before.