cursed to love (one on one//closed)

Vos sighed. “Alright, streak then. But you have to pick the side,” he countered

"Noooooo, whyyy?" Mikhail groaned. He was terrible at making decisions since he always second-guessed himself, a lot.

“Just pick something you like,” Vos said with a small chuckle

"Nuuuuu, you pick something. I'm terrible at deciding," Mikhail replied, cuddling into Vos.

"You could always have me as a side dish," Vos hummed, grinning as he gave Mikhail a flirtatious wink

"Wait, what? I'm not a cannibal though," Mikhail said.

Vos just about facepalmed at that. "Just-Never mind," he said with a small chuckle. "How about we just do mashed potatoes or something?"

"Sounds good to me," Mikhail said, wondering what Vos meant.

"Okay. Let's do that then," Vos said before getting up off the bed. He took a moment to stretch before yawning, doing his best to cover his mouth with one hand in the process

"Okay then," Mikhail replied before getting up and moving his hair out of his face as he lazily walked over to the kitchen.

Vos walked into the kitchen before going to the fridge. He looked around for a moment before pulling some steak out and setting it on the counter

Mikhail rubbed his eyes tiredly and got out a few potatoes from the cabinet underneath the oven. He closed the cabinet then set the potatoes next to the steak.

"Do you want to do the potatoes while I do the steak?" Vos asked, turning to look at him as he spoke

Mikhail shrugged. "Sure," He said, getting a potato peeler so he could start peeling the potatoes.

Vos nodded and grabbed two smaller steaks out before going and getting some seasoning. He seasoned the meat before setting it on a plate

Mikhail started peeling the potatoes while humming along to a random song he knew.

Vos went outside to the small balcony, and he opened the equally small grill before turning it on. He then began to cook the steak, tapping his foot absently as he did so

Mikhail finished making the mashed potatoes (I'm not gonna go into detail since idk how to make them) and he followed Vos to the small balcony, setting the plate of mashed potatoes on a table. He walked over to Vos and wrapped his arms around Vos' waist from behind, resting his head on his shoulder.

Vos tensed a bit in surprise when Mikhail wrapped his arms around him, but he quickly relaxed once he knew whose embrace he was in. "Finished with the potatoes?" he asked, a soft smile on his face as he turned to look at him a bit

"Yep," Mikhail answered, pecking Vos' lips. He sighed happily and rested his head on the others shoulder again.

Vos smiled warmly as he stood there, enjoying being close to Mikhail like this. He set the finished steak on a plate, though he didn't move from Mikhail's grasp just yet

Mikhail nuzzled Vos' shoulder as they stood there, smiling softly. After Vos finished making the steak, Mikhail let go of him for moment and hugged him from the front, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Vos chuckled softly before wrapping his arms around Miikhail and holding him in a snug but comfortable embrace. He let his eyes fall shut for a moment, his chin resting on top of Mikhail's head

Mikhail shut his eyes and nuzzled into Vos' warmth. He sighed happily, enjoying being close to Vos like this.

“You’re very warm,” Vos mumbled absently, his eyes still closed as he held Mikhail in his arms

Mikhail chuckled. "Thanks?" He replied, making it sound more like a question.

Vos simply chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to the side of Mikhail’s head. “It’s a compliment,” he mumbled

Mikhail returned the kiss by kissing Vos' lips. "Okay then, thanks," He muttered.

Vos gave a hum of enjoyment when Mikhail kissed him. Smiling a bit, he returned the kiss before breaking away to press soft kisses to the other’s neck and jaw

Mikhail chuckled and blushed slightly. "What are you doing?" He asked