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AT THE KITCHEN [Jin]

Warning: Things related to the kitchen just turns out wild Lmao

AT THE KITCHEN [Jin]

A soft moan escaped my lips when I felt a pair of plump lips touching the sensitive skin over the crook of my neck. I opened my eyes lazily and pulled the sheets further up, covering my face.

"Yeah, rise and shine, baby. I've prepared souffles pancake for breakfast." He said and gripped the edge of the sheets.

"Ten minutes more, please," I cried, before he could pull it off me.

"Okay, but I won't let you extend it," he said, and I hummed in response as I felt him scooting over and leave.

After a while, I heard his phone buzz beside the nightstand on his side. I rolled on the side, groaned, and finally hit receive.

"Hello?" I uttered with a yawn.

"Y/N-ssi?" A shrill voice replied, followed by a background chaos. "Is Jin hyung around?" Jimin asked.

"We are intended to come over, hyung! We just miss your food so much!" I heard Jungkook calling out from the other end.

'Kids'– I thought and maybe spilled it out loud as well. "You're welcomed with love," I said, and got up without pushing the sheets off me. My legs got tangled up with the sheets as I stood and I nearly fell over as I made my way to Jin.

I found him facing the open refrigerator in the kitchen. "The boys," I interrupted and handed him the phone.

"What are they up to so early?" He pep talked before answering them.

I threw a confused look and ran upstairs to get out of Jin's pink nightshirt and go fresh for the breakfast.

After returning, I saw him placing two bowls filled with yogurt on the dining table. "Good morning," I said, and pecked his cheeks while he untied the apron he was wearing.

"Morning," he chuckled.

The cake felt like it was melting inside my mouth as soon as I took a portion of it in. "It's so good." I said as I savored the taste.

He smiled and passed a plate of protein bar to me. The breakfast was quiet afterwards until he decided to speak. "Namjoon and the maknae line will be here after a few hours, I guess."

"What's up with Hobi and Yoongi?"

"I don't know. Maybe they've got other plans?" He mumbled.

I looked around the entire place. My eyes moved to the leather top of the grey couch, and then the small glass table we had along with the massive shelf that was parted from the living room with a thin glass wall, and they finally stopped at our bedroom door.

"We gotta clean up the entire place," I said, staring at the carefree man in front of me.

"And go grocery shopping as well. The fridge is filled with frozen pizzas and Doritos," he added.

"Yeah, but cleaning comes first and you're doing that," I said while pointing my fork towards him.

"Call Jen and get it done, babe." He blurted. "I'mma head out to the superstore, and they want me to cook."

I got up from the chair and cupped his cheek, rotating it to the side from where he could get a better view of the couch and the table top. "Do you realize that we can't fucking call Jen?" I questioned with disbelief painting my face.

And he choked on his food.

"You're unbelievable. Eat up now," I said, narrowing my eyes. "I'll go and fix our room. You're wiping up the dried out liquid mess you've created in here and we can't call Jen before that. After you're done, you're free to go grocery shopping and cook peacefully. The kitchen is all yours." I got up with my empty dishes and left for the sink to sponge them up.

"Dried out liquid mess," He highlighted. "I didn't create that mess on my own, you know?"

And I froze as his body covered mine from the back, snaking a hand around my stomach. The dishes got swapped from my hand to his.

"It's not my fault that you can't get enough of me." He whispered, biting the side of my ear lobe and giggled, turning me around to face him.

I get stiff under under his touch, and he knew how to make me break the walls of my sanity to the top and want him like some thirsty wolf. I couldn't let him win.

Now now, at the least.

We had errands to do. "It's not my fault that you keep on coming in me continuously and in a random manner, and you're never tired," I smirked and managed to slip out of his embrace. "We're already running out of time. Gotta hurry up, c'mon! You gotta cook, remember?"

"Yeah, come back! How do you even manage to slip out of me so quick? And I can't get tired of you! Not even after we grow old with baggy skins!"

The last line caught me off with a grinning self.

Have you ever met a romantic old couple like that of the 'I like me better' MV by Lauv?