Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on th...
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Seeing that you don't have much time to waste, you move to start putting away the trash and wash all the used pans while Seokjin goes on to wipe the counter clean. For a brief moment, you manage to work together to tidy up the place in silence. Yet it doesn't take long before Seokjin returns to his mischievous ways and starts trying to grab your attention again.
You are in the middle of setting aside the cleaned pans when he turns to you, shaking the rag he has been using to clean and letting the dust of flour drop into the sink. All the flour had gotten to his hands that they turned white, yet he doesn't seem to mind it at all. In fact, he seems amused for some reason as he looks down at his dirty hands with a smile on his face. It's a good thing that he had put away his jacket and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, keeping his clothes away from all the powder coating his skin. Yet this look seems to stir something inside you, when your stomach flutters seeing how casual he looks while being around you.
"This takes us back to that time, doesn't it?" he asks while waving his fingers at you, and trying to reach out to spread the flour in his hands to your skin.
"Are you talking about that again?" You laugh at him and try to avoid his touch, though it doesn't stop him from diving forward and blowing the flour towards you. You try to escape, only for him to scoop the nearest layer of powder on the counter which he has yet to wipe clean. "Stop it. You're supposed to be cleaning this up instead of making more mess out of it."
Laughing at his antics, you fail to dodge him when he suddenly traps you against the counter, stopping you from running away so he could start spreading the flour in his fingers on your face and hair. "Gotcha. Oh, see? Here we are again. You and I, the counter, with flour on our hair and face," he teases you, throwing the useless rag away and resting his hands on either side of your body, trapping you between him and the counter behind you.
Shaking your head, you can only sigh and wrap your arms around his neck. Both of your faces are pretty much stained with flour now from him playing around. "Should've expected that you would be playing with food once Soojin isn't around."
