“how the fuck do you mess up on easy mac?” baekhyun asks in amusement as chanyeol tries to carve an unidentifiable solid yellow mass out of the pot, busily hacking away with a butcher knife under a stream of steaming hot water.

“don’t even start with me,” chanyeol warns, a little more than agitated as a thick layer of burnt macaroni refuses to unglue itself from the bottom of the pot no matter how hard he digs at it with every kind of utensil they own in the kitchen.

“dude, easy mac,” baekhyun snorts, dropping his backpack on the couch and making his way into the kitchen in search of something to munch on. “why were you even cooking it on the stove? you know it’s microwavable right?”

“you do not want to mess with me right now,” chanyeol warns, swinging his arm to point the knife at baekhyun in a threatening manner, forcing the other to come to a sudden halt. “i am hungry, i am armed, i am irritated, and i will not hesitate to attack,” chanyeol glares.

“woah there,” baekhyun raises his hands in surrender, inching very, very slowly into the kitchen so as not to incur any more of chanyeol’s wrath. he cautiously reaches his hand up to place his fingers on top of chanyeol’s fist, gently lowering the knife back into the sink where chanyeol relinquishes his hold and drops the utensil into the ruined pot.

“i’m fucking hungry,” chanyeol whines as baekhyun slides his hands around chanyeol’s waist, drawing the taller boy in close to bump their noses together, baekhyun lifting himself a little on the balls of his feet.

“why don’t we go out for burgers?” baekhyun suggests, placing a light kiss on the tip of chanyeol’s nose.

“what about the pot?” chanyeol is still pouting, glancing over his shoulder to glare at the offensive item in question still sitting in the sink.

“we have more,” baekhyun replies, placing a hand on chanyeol’s cheek and turning his head back to face him. “just throw it out.”

“okay,” chanyeol finally relents, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a smile. and baekhyun grins back, leaning in to press their lips together in a warm, soft, lingering kiss.

when they separate, chanyeol rests his forehead against baekhyun’s, eyes still closed and a dimpled smile stretched across his face. “i’m still hungry,” chanyeol informs after a few minutes of comfortable silence. and baekhyun bursts into laughter, stepping away from the overgrown child and lacing their fingers together.

“come on,” baekhyun pulls chanyeol away from the kitchen, leaving the mess behind to be dealt with at a later time, preferably when everybody  is full, and happy, and not feeling a bit vindictive and murderous. “let’s go grub, yeah?”

“sounds good,” chanyeol says excitedly as he drags baekhyun out the door.

“you know, i don’t think i’ll ever let you live this down,” baekhyun jokes as they make their way down the stairs. and chanyeol promptly turns around to sock him in the gut.