The beef sizzled in the pan as Junghoon flipped it over. He calmly seasoned it, and soon the aroma filled the kitchen.
Jihoon perched on the counter, observing him with a smile. "You're really good at this."
The alpha looked at him, a brow raised in question.
"Cooking," the omega clarified. "I meant you're good at cooking."
Junghoon's lips twitched as he reached for the knife. "There are other things I'm good at. But I know that's not what you meant, right?"
He shot him a wink for effect.
Jihoon's cheeks flamed and he sputtered. "You have to stop saying nonsense! I was complimenting your cooking skills and you…"
The alpha chuckled, opening the fridge. "It's good to see you so flustered."
"Who the hell is flustered?!" the omega yelled, his flushed cheeks betraying him. "Stop deluding yourself."
He scoffed, crossing his arms.
Junghoon closed the fridge and stalked over to him. "Are you sure that's what you want to say?"
