Jeonghan stretched his arms as he leaned against the counter, watching Seungcheol meticulously sift flour into a bowl. The golden afternoon light streaming through the windows made the kitchen feel warm and inviting, but Jeonghan’s focus was entirely on the man before him.
“Do you really have to act so serious just to measure flour?” Jeonghan teased, his lips curving into a playful smirk.
Seungcheol gave him a side glance, lips twitching upward. “Cooking is serious business, Jeonghan.”
Before he could finish, the bag of flour burst open, sending a thick white cloud into the air and coating Seungcheol’s face, hair, and black shirt.
Jeonghan froze, wide-eyed, before a peal of laughter escaped him. “You look like a ghost!”
Seungcheol stood there for a moment, blinking through the flour, before slowly turning toward Jeonghan with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Oh, you think this is funny?”
“Absolutely,” Jeonghan managed between laughs, clutching his stomach.
Without a word, Seungcheol grabbed a handful of flour and lobbed it at Jeonghan. The white powder exploded against Jeonghan’s chest, leaving a handprint on his pink sweater.
“That’s it, you’re dead!” Jeonghan yelled, grabbing a handful of flour and launching it back at Seungcheol.
The kitchen descended into chaos as they chased each other around, slipping on the tiled floor, throwing flour with no concern for the mess they were making. Seungcheol managed to smear flour across Jeonghan’s cheek, and Jeonghan retaliated by dumping an entire scoop onto Seungcheol’s hair.
Eventually, they collapsed against the counter, breathless and laughing, both covered head to toe in flour.
“That was so fun but i guess we have to end it?” Seungcheol panted, holding up a hand in surrender.
Jeonghan smirked, brushing flour off his nose. “Yes. Only because we actually need to cook something.”
After a quick cleanup session though both still had flour streaks on their faces they returned to the task at hand.
Jeonghan stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with practiced precision, while Seungcheol hovered close behind him. “Careful, Stargirl,” Seungcheol murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Don’t cut yourself.”
“I’ve been cooking longer than you, Starboy,” Jeonghan retorted without looking up. “I don’t need your advice.”
Seungcheol chuckled, stepping closer until his chest was brushing against Jeonghan’s back. His arms slid around Jeonghan’s waist, pulling him into a loose backhug. “I’m just here for moral support,” he whispered, his breath warm against Jeonghan’s ear.
Jeonghan stilled, his cheeks flushing as he felt Seungcheol’s warmth envelop him. “If you’re going to stand this close, you might as well help,” he muttered, trying to focus on the chopping board.
Seungcheol tightened his hold briefly before letting go with a soft laugh. “Fine. What do you need me to do?”
“Stir the sauce,” Jeonghan said, gesturing toward the pot on the stove.
As Seungcheol stirred, Jeonghan sidled up next to him to check on the progress. Seungcheol took the opportunity to lean over and press a quick kiss to the corner of Jeonghan’s mouth.
Jeonghan startled, his eyes widening. “What was that for?”
“For being cute,” Seungcheol replied, smirking.
Jeonghan huffed, though the corners of his lips twitched upward. “If you keep distracting me, the sauce will burn.”
“I’m multitasking,” Seungcheol said with a shrug, but he refrained from further interruptions, at least for a few minutes.
As they assembled their dish, Seungcheol couldn’t resist sneaking in more touches. He brushed his hand against Jeonghan’s while reaching for ingredients, nudged his shoulder playfully, and even rested his chin on Jeonghan’s shoulder as they worked side by side.
At one point, Jeonghan turned to grab a plate, only for Seungcheol to catch his wrist and pull him back. Before Jeonghan could protest, Seungcheol stole a kiss but this time on the lips.
“Seungcheol!” Jeonghan exclaimed, his face heating up.
“Just a little reward,” Seungcheol said, grinning unapologetically.
Jeonghan shook his head, but his smile betrayed him. “You’re impossible.”
“And you love it,” Seungcheol replied, his tone confident.
Jeonghan didn’t respond, but the way he leaned into Seungcheol’s side as they plated the food said it all.
They finally sat down at the dining table, their dish steaming and fragrant. Jeonghan took a bite and sighed in delight. “Okay, this might be the best thing we’ve ever made.”
“Told you my moral support was essential,” Seungcheol said with a smug grin.
Jeonghan rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress his laugh. As they ate, the playful atmosphere lingered, the warmth and affection between them making the simple dinner feel like something extraordinary.
Seungcheol reached across the table, brushing a strand of hair out of Jeonghan’s face. “You know,” he said softly, “I wouldn’t mind doing this every day.”
Jeonghan looked up, his heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in Seungcheol’s gaze. “Neither would I, we have to cook breakfast and dinner like this everyday ny hubby” he admitted, a soft smile gracing his lips.
In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of their flour fight and the warmth of their shared laughter, the kitchen felt like the coziest place in the world, a little haven they had created together.
A/N: inspiration for me to write this one shot:
Help she's so romantic!!! Always inspires me with new ideas effortlessly
