now is an angel there?
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"My god," Chan muttered breathlessly as he eyed the messy kitchen. Flour was coating the floor and the countertops, three mixing bowls were either dumped over or upside down on the previously spotless floor. Jeongin stood in the middle with a guilty smile on his face and flour in his hair. He gave Chan a small wave.
"Hey, Channie," he chuckled nervously.
"Hello, Jeongin." Chan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed like an angry mom.
"I left you alone for literally two minutes." Chan sighed, running a hand through his hair, already thinking about how much cleaning he'd have to do.
"Go take a shower," he told Jeongin as he picked up the first green mixing bowl. The boys head was hung in embarrassment and shame as he shuffled out of the kitchen.
"I'm sorry," he apologized one last time before running off to where Chan assumed was the bathroom. Despite his angry exterior, Chan thought Jeongin was really cute covered in flour standing in his own mess. He didn't actually have one ounce of anger in his body. A smile crept it's way onto his face as he cleaned. The shower was still running when he finished being Cinderella, so he decided that he would make breakfast, the right way. In less than ten minutes, with a very small and easily cleaned mess, Chan had a stack of pancakes on the wooden dining table. It was very small, just like the rest of the apartment, but very quaint and cute, almost like Jeongin.
The shower stopped, the only thing still on being the bathroom fan, and Chan waited for Jeongin to join him. The boy came out with a towel wrapped around his head like an elderly woman and Chan let out an unattractive snort.
"Oh, hush," Jeongin scolded, shaking his hair like a wet dog. Chan patted the spot at the table next to him.
"Come sit, I have to ask you about something."
Jeongin gave Chan a questioning look but sat down nonetheless. He stabbed one of the pancakes with the fork laying next to his plate and shoved it in his mouth.
"I'm here for twenty-four hours, just passing through, ya know? So, make me a list of everything you want to do with me before I have to go."
Jeongin nodded, but he still looked very confused. "Shouldn't we be doing what you want?"
Chan shook his head, "Everyone is different, I can do whatever I want all the time. I wanna see what you like doing." Chan gave Jeongin a smile that made his heart stop, his dimples on full display.
"Alright, let me grab my phone." Jeongin stood up, but immediately almost fell to the ground. The pounding headache he had gotten during the night had finally come back. Chan's eyes widened before he ran around the table to Jeongin, holding him up.
"Just sit," Chan mumbled when Jeongin could move without wanting to curl into a ball and decapitate himself. The boy did as told, although it was very painful. He ran off to the bedroom, returning with Jeongin's rose gold phone that was hiding under one of his many articles of clothing.
The phones background was of Jeongin and his plushies, and Chan couldn't help but wonder why it wasn't of his friends or family. There was a password, so he couldn't get into the phone, but he had access to the clock and camera. The clock read 6:58 am, and Chan cursed as he realized they already wasted an hour. He took a few photos of himself (more like a hundred) and made a mental reminder to tell Jeongin to change his background.
He sat back down in front of the pancake stack and the two began their list just as the clock struck 7:00.
