exo ambw imagines.

jopping {kim jongin}

i stood in the kitchen, cooking some pasta for me and jongin. the speaker was sat on the counter as i stirred the simmering pasta sauce. currently, my playlist called 'k-pop bops' was blaring through the whole house. it's a habit of mine to play music really loudly when i cook.

jongin has been really busy with both exo and his new group, superm. they've been doing so amazingly with all their promotions in america and i couldn't be more proud of them. although he's barely around anymore, i try to make the best of his time at home; hence why i'm cooking.

as if reading my thoughts, the speaker began to play jopping, the title track of superm's debut album. i had the privilege of hearing jopping 1 week before it was released, so i already knew the words and some of the dance moves.

"PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR, LEMME SEE YOU BOUNCE!" i sang loudly, along with the boys. as soon as the bass dropped, i started dancing like a lunatic. y'all can't blame me, have you heard jopping?

"CAUSE WHEN WE JUMPING AND POPPING, WE JOPPING!" i shouted while doing a swift turn towards the door of the kitchen while flipping my long braids only to be met by jongin, leaning against the door.

"you look so adorable, babe." he said simply, with a smirk on his face. i narrowed my eyes at him, trying to be intimidating but completely failing.

"shut up, kai." i said, sticking out my tongue at him. i turned back around in embarrassment and continued to stir the sauce. i heard his slow footsteps approaching me and soon enough, his arm snaked around my waist. his head laid on my shoulder as he watched me cook.

"so you like jopping, huh?" he whispered cutely.

"mhmm." i hummed in response. i quickly finished cooking the sauce so that i could focus on the masterpiece that is jopping.

i squealed as i heard mark's rap approaching, scaring kai.

"THROWBACK, I MIGHT THROW THIS ON AN EIGHT TRACK!" i rapped along badly, making jongin laugh. i crosses my arms and pouted unamused.

"make yourself useful and teach me how to dance to jopping, baby." i pouted, placing my chin on his chest while looking up at him cutely. he grabbed my cheeks with his hands and gave me a light peck on my lips.

"how about no?" he smiled cheekily.

"whaaaat? why? that's so unfair!"

"if i was to ever teach you how to dance, we would be here for the rest of our lives." he simply said, exiting the kitchen.

"kim jongin, that was rude. come back here, you idiot!" i whined, chasing after him.