A/N: This is an AU, but does not take place in the Rumors!Verse.

Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Korra

Bolin did most of the cooking between the two of them. When they first moved into their own apartment, Mako, naturally as the older brother, tried cooking at first. He was grateful that his brother wanted to try and make the food, but he couldn't go on eating like this. So, one day when Mako left for work, he made himself dinner, and not to brag, but it tasted delicious.

When Mako returned he gave him some of the leftovers, and in an instant had him agreeing it would be best if Bolin cooked from now on. This also meant he got to do all the grocery shopping too.

And that's why he was currently carrying a basket through the local market. He'd been coming to the same place for food for a while now and knew just about everyone here. Even Mako's girlfriend, Korra, worked here.

Bolin placed a bag of tomatoes into the basket, than turned the corner down the next isle. The lights flashed in his eyes as he ran into a solid figure, causing things to spill everywhere. He blinked a few times to see his hands resting on someone else's chest. Looking up from his hands, Bolin was locked eyes with the man, his golden eyes piercing and alive. "Um I-I'm s-s-sorry, I, uh, should've, uh been paying, more, uh attention to, uh, where I was going," he stuttered.

"Its fine, I should've been the one being more careful," the man's voice was rich and sweet, and it made Bolin to blush more. A few seconds of silence passed and he realized that his hands were still resting on the other man's chest. Bolin squeaked, pulling his hands away and quickly bending down to pick up the discarded grocery items.

Slowly, the man bent to down and started helping sort the items. "My name's Iroh, by the way," the man said, picking up a can.

"I'm Bolin," he rushed to get everything picked up. Soon, they had their stuff organized; standing up Iroh held out his hand and Bolin nervously shook it.

"It was nice to meet you, Bolin," Iroh said, a smile on his face.

"It was nice to meet you, uh, too," he answered. Bolin was still blushing, and he watched curiously as Iroh walked out of the isle without looking back. Once, he knew Iroh was out of sight; he rushed up to the check-out line and left the market as soon as possible. He pulled out of the parking lot in the old car he and his brother shared. That had been the first time he saw Iroh.

It was a week later, which he would see him again; he, Korra, Mako, and Asami were at their favorite coffee shop, hanging out for the day. Bolin went up to the counter to talk to Lexie, the owner, but as he sat down on an open swivel chair he turned to see Iroh standing behind the counter. "Hey Bolin, nice to see you again," Iroh said, smiling.

Bolin sat frozen, his eyes wide, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Um hi Iroh, uh when did you start working here," he asked, still befuddled.

"I moved here this summer, and Lexie's a family friend and let me work here," Iroh explained. Bolin relaxed, and tried to return Iroh's smile.

"Oh well, that's good because I certainly wouldn't have missed you, if you'd been working here before," Bolin said before he could stop himself. His eyes widened, and a bright pink blush spread across his face. As he struggled to come up with an explanation, Iroh laughed. It was a lighthearted laugh, and it made butterflies flutter in his stomach.

"Well than I guess I could say the same thing, Lexie told me you are a bit of regular here," Iroh chuckled. Bolin rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, flashing a crooked grin.

"Yeah, my brother and I like to come here often," he explained.

"Iroh, get back to work and stop flirting with the customers," Lexie called from across the counter. A few people chuckled as Bolin's blush increased.

"Well, I'll see you later Bolin," Iroh told him. Bolin muttered a quick goodbye, and stood from the stool to go back to his table. Korra and Asami were giggling, while Mako looked positively murderous. Bolin just shrugged as he sat down, drinking his now cold coffee. Despite Mako's obvious disapproval, he silently wondered if he would ever see Iroh again soon.

Three days later, it was Tahno's birthday, and being friends with Asami, who was Tahno's girlfriend, had somehow got them into the party. Though very extravagant it wasn't the most fun, he knew just about no one there and spent most of his time sitting at the bar.

He managed to remain only slightly drunk throughout most of the party, expecting that he'd probably be the one driving them home. Bolin looked at his phone, 10:43, he'd been here for almost an hour and a half, and it was scheduled to end until around midnight. It was going to be a long night.

Sighing, he spun around a few times on the swivel chair he was sitting in. After a few minutes, Bolin became dizzy and he stopped himself with the counter. The world began to spin, including the person sitting next to him. "Iroh, when did you get here," Bolin asked slurring a little.

"Just now, and I suggest not doing that too many times if you've been drinking," Iroh explained. The spinning stopped and he was able to see Iroh clearly now. He was wearing a white button up shirt with black pants and shoes; Bolin honestly could say that this suited him much better than the jean jacket at the grocery store or the light green polo at the shop.

"Yeah, that would make sense," Bolin began, "So, um, how do you know Tahno, is he like a family friend or something." Iroh laughed, recalling what he'd said just a few days earlier, and it made Bolin light up like a star.

"You could say that, he's more like a cousin," Iroh answered. Bolin shook his head in understanding.

"So, Bolin, I didn't take you as much of a drinker," Iroh spoke up.

"Well, it's not so much as I'm not, as I can't," he explained, "Mako and Korra get a bit carried away, when drinking, so I get to be the designated driver. We learned that the hard way." Iroh gave a small smile before taking another sip of wine.

The two of them sat in a comfortable silence, sipping on their respective drinks and listening to the music in the back ground. Bolin couldn't help but sneak a few glances at the man next to him. He had to admit, for only knowing Iroh a week he sure did make an impact on his life. His thoughts always filled with the images of Iroh's sharp golden eyes or his rich laughter. It was kinda crazy how one person could change so much.

"Bolin," Iroh began, interrupting his mantra, "Would you like to walk outside with me." He looked hopeful, staring into Bolin's eyes.

"Yeah, that sounds nice," Bolin answered smoothly. They walked out of the giant house and made their way through the garden. Several old fashioned lamp posts lit up the walk way giving it the perfect amount of light.

"Bolin, I know we've only known each other for a little while, but I was wondering, would you like to go out with me," Iroh asked. Bolin almost froze in shock, though was able to keep his legs moving.

"Well, um, I, uh, um," Bolin stammered. He looked over at Iroh, who had a questioning look on his face. Taking a deep breath he answered: "I would love to."

The older man smiled gratefully, and in one fluid motion pulled Bolin close, hands on his hip and nose nearly touching. Iroh leaned in, capturing his lips in a breathtaking kiss. He immediately melted into it, reaching up and wrapping his arms around Iroh's neck to pull him closer. "You're too charming for your own good," Bolin whispered as he gasped for breath.

"Thanks," Iroh chuckled. Iroh kissed him again, this time much harder, and Bolin gave a small moan as his warm hands snuck under his shirt. Sometimes people change your life, and Bolin was glad that Iroh was the one to change his.

A/N: Wow...this was completely unexpected, this was not what I had planned, but I like it! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I had fun writing it. Please R&R! :D