"I'm home," Dasom yells, her eyes gazing around the empty living room before she closes the door knob.

She's welcomed by an empty silence as she sees no one.

Furrowing her brows in confusion, she takes light steps towards the kitchen. "Dad?," she calls out, voice filled with a slight sense of worry as she walks.

Thud!

Dasom flinches when she hears a sound coming from the kitchen.

She gulps. "Wha— Oh my gosh."

Dasom gasps, eyes widening as she closes her mouth with her right palm. Eyes trailing at the figure which had just appeared from the kitchen.

"You're back?," he says, leaning against the wall, voice hoarse as his face was covered with a white powder, which Dasom assumed to be white flour.

Looking at the scene infront of her, Dasom stiffles a laugh before biting her lip in an attempt to control it. "W-what's up w-with your face?," she says in between her attempts to contain her laughter.

Jaemin huffs out a breath, shaking his head as the flour stains the clean floor. "A not-so-experienced cook went inside the kitchen," he annoying spats, rolling his eyes before running a free hand through his blonde locks, which he had dyed just a few weeks back.

Dasom's eyes changes into a state of worry and concern.
"Don't tell me—

"I'm not an inexperienced cook!"

Her suspicion turns out to be right as she looks behind Jaemin only to see her dad with an apron wrapped around his waist, or should she say an apron stained with egg yolk and shells.

"I just tripped my foot," her father, Mr. Na says, voice confident, waving the spatula at them. His hands on his hips before he looks at his two children.

Jaemin lets out a snort. "Yeah sure because the broken clay plates and the dirty kitchen says otherwise," he exhales, pointing at the kitchen.

Dasom gasps hearing that. "Don't tell me you broke mom's favourite plates," she softly asks in a low tone, eyes glistening with worry.

Mr. Na awkwardly chuckles, avoiding her daughter's gaze as he scratched his cheek with his finger. "It's just a scratch," he says, cheeks flushing red in embarrassment as he gulps.

"Yeah just a scratch you say," Dasom turns her gaze towards her older brother who comes out of the kitchen.

Jaemin waves the half broken plate in the air, quirking a brow at his dad before looking at Dasom who widens her eyes.

"I leave you two for a few minutes and this is what happens?," putting her hands on her hips, Dasom huffs out a breath, her eyes turning cold.

The two boys share a look before awkwardly chuckling.

Mr. Na sighs before looking at his daughter with the most pitiful look he could muster. "Daso, please don't tell Areum about her plates being broken," he softly says, eyes pleading.

Dasom snaps her head towards her father, giving him a glare.

Sometimes I do forget that my daughter is a living copy of Areum

Thinking in his head, Mr.Na gulps.

"Sit down on the couch, you two," Dasom says, voice intimidating as she points back and forth between the two and the couch in their living room.

Not wanting to add fuel to the fire, Jaemin and her father immediately compiles to her order as the sat next to each other, their head hunging low, both too afraid to look at Dasom's eye as they knew all too well that she's fuming with anger right now.

"Now," she starts off, looking down at the two. "—tell me how this happened," Dasom asks, pointing towards the kitchen as she arches a brow.

Jaemin clicks his tongue, scratching the nap of his neck before looking at his father who gives him a nod. But he could clearly see that his dad wasn't so sure about telling Dasom either.

Awkwardly letting out a laugh, Jaemin speaks up.

"So actually........

Dasom listens to him attentively, nodding occassionally as she hums.

Apparently, after Dasom went to run some errands outside, Jaemin had told their father that he was hungry so he wanted to order some take out. But Mr. Na being the caring and loving father he is, insisted that he'll make something for him.

"And you said yes?," Dasom interrupts her older brother, crossing her arms at her chest.

Jaemin immediately shakes his head. "Ofcourse not!"

Jaemin continues, telling her how he said 'no' to their father as both of them knew very well how wonderful the kitchen gets everytime their father cooks something.

But Mr. Na being the stubborn man he is, rejected Jaemin's request to order a take out, saying that home made food is the best.

Unwillingly agreeing to his father's suggestion, Jaemin insists that he will help him too in the kitchen.

Because Jaemin knows it better than anyone how well his father cooks.

As both of them go inside the kitchen they decided to bake some cookies and the fact that it was their first time baking something, it wasn't a very good thing.

"Hummm... okay but how did this happen?," Dasom asks, pointing towards her father whose apron was stained with egg yolk and shells and her older brother whose face was still covered with white flour.

"Yeah yeah wait. I'm getting there," Jaemin rolls his eyes, before continuing.

After agreeing to bake cookies, they both assigned different tasks for each other.

Mr. Na was incharge of beating the eggs while Jaemin was asked to knead the flour.

And Jaemin being the not-so-careless boy he is, dropped the container with the flour on his face as he opened the cupboard before trying to take it out.

As for Mr. Na, seeing his son's disastrous state made him burst into a fit of laughter as he dropped the eggs he was holding. Widening his eyes, he took a few steps ahead only to trip, landing his chest on the floor as his apron got stained with the egg yolk and shells.

Dasom stiffles a laugh as she hears that. "Seriously dad?," she shakes her head, not believing that her father was this clumsy.

Jaemin then explains how their mom's favourite plates got shattered.

After their little mishap, Jaemin got annoyed after being powdered with white flour so as he was leaving the kitchen, he unintentionally bump against their dining table.

Her mom's favourite plates being placed in the corner, don't ask why, fell down on the floor, the plates not wasting a second before it gets shattered into halves.

"After that you came and yeah now we're here," Jaemin finishes off, nodding his head as he stands up from the couch. "So now I'll go and take a shower," he says, patting Dasom's back before he passes by her, only to get hold back by her as Dasom holds his shoulder.

"Not so soon, oppa," she grins, emphasizing the word 'oppa' with the most softest voice before looking up at her brother who was gazing at her with the most disgusted expression she has ever seen.

Jaemin takes a step back from her. "Eww, don't you ever do that," he angrily spats, srunching his nose in disgust.

Dasom snorts. "Like I wanna," she rolls her eyes. "I would go and clean the kitchen first if I were you," she says, shrugging as she tilts her head.

"Or should I tell mom—

Jaemin immediately shakes his head, waving his palm at her. "Okay! I got it. I'm going, I'm going," he says through gritted teeth, before running towards the kitchen.

Dasom sighs, tearing his gaze away from her older brother before looking down at her father. "Dad, you should go and take a shower first," she says softly, slumping down on the couch next to him before leaning her head on his shoulder.

She hears her father let out a sigh before hugging her from the side.

"I'm sorry ," he mutters, sighing before stroking Dasom's hair.

She furrows her brows in confusion upon hearing that before looking up at him. "Huh but why? You—

"Shhh... I really wanted to do something for you and Jaemin but look how it ended up," her father says, giving her a soft smile.

Dasom widens her eyes, shaking her head before saying. "Don't say that! You're the best and I couldn't ask for more. You are doing so much for me and oppa during mom's absence," she says, eyes softening as she looks up at him.

Her father lightly chuckles. "You always get so worked up when I say stuffs like this," he says, patting her back.

Dasom huffs out a breath, lips forming a pout.

"Just focus on yourself and your studies," he says half-jokingly but his voice was serious as his eyes were soft.

"I am," Dasom replies, hugging her father, not caring that his apron was stained.

Mr. Na widens his eyes. "Daso, get off. You'll get dirty," he says, concern in his voice as he places his hands on her arms, trying to break her free from him before her clothes gets stained too.

Dasom shakes her head. "No," she declines, proceeding to hug him.
"Promise me that you won't say that ever again," she says, looking up at her father.

"Say what?," he asks unsure, brows furrowing until it hits him. "Ahh... that," Mr. Na lets out a faint chuckle before hugging his daughter back. "My daughter loves me so much huh," he happily says, putting his chin on top of her head.

Dasom feels herself getting flustered. "Yeah I do," she mutters lowly, cheeks turning red due to embarrassment.

"If the father-daughter moment is over, can we please decide what to cook for tonight's dinner?," Jaemin's voice interrupts, standing infront of the two as he rubs his wet hair with a towel.

"You showered?," Dasom asks, breaking away from the hug before looking up at her older brother who seemed to have just finished taking a shower as his face was clean and he was wearing a new set of clothes.

Jaemin nods. "Yup, and now I'm gonna take a nap,"  he says before turning his back on them.

But before he gets to go up the stairs Dasom calls out for him.

"Help me in the kitchen," she says, standing up before she looks down at her clothes which were actually stained. She looks down at her father who gives her an apologetic look.

Dasom shakes her head. "It's okay," she smiles, waving her palm at him. "You should go and take a shower, dad," she says, holding his shoulders as he stands up.

"But—

"No buts. You go and take rest. Me and Jaemin oppa will take care of dinner," she pushes her father away from the living room before she stops infront of the stairs.

Jaemin snorts. "Yeah right," he rolls his eyes, mumbling incoherent words as he disappears into the kitchen.

Dasom ignores her older brother as she looks at her father. "Take a good rest," she smiles, her gums showing.

"If you say so," Mr. Na sighs. "But be careful in the kitchen," he says, earning a nod from Dasom before he goes up the stairs.

Making sure that her dad goes to his room, Dasom smiles in satisfaction before making her way towards the kitchen.

"Yo pumpkin," Jaemin greets her, not looking at her as he knows that it's Dasom who just entered the kitchen.

Dasom goes towards the table before smacking his ass. "Flat ass," she snickers, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Honey you don't know how many girls die just for this flat ass," he smugly grins, taking out the ingredients from the cupboard.

"Bet they're blind or something," Dasom shrugs, passing by him as she goes towards the washbasin to wash her hands.

Jaemin gasps before slamming the salt on the counter. "Yah! Na Dasom you better—

"I'm not taking that back," she teases, facing him as she wiggles her brows.

"You—

"Use your hands to cook not your mouth," Dasom flicks her hair before wiping her hands.

Jaemin snorts. "Stop cutting me off," he annoying spats, pointing the salt bottle at her.

"What do you want for dinner," Dasom asks, ignoring her brother's statement as she opens the fridge.

Jaemin pauses. "Lets make samgyeopsal," he replies, grinning.

Dasom nods. "Kimchi it is," she says, taking out the necessities from the fridge.

Jaemin lets out a scoff. "Yah! Why did you asked me if you already knew what to make."

"Just wanted to know your opinion."

"And?"

"I realised that your opinion doesn't matter."

"Na Dasom," Jaemin glares at his younger sister before taking steps towards her.

Dasom steps away from him before chuckling. "Catch me if you can," she says, before running around the table in circles.

Jaemin rolls his eyes before chasing for his sister. His lips forming a smile as he looks at her smile.

And soon enough, the kitchen was filled with their innocent laughters.

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just a chapter filled with Dasom's family moments<3
please someone get me a brother like NA JAEMIN SKSKSKS