"the apron looks so good on you bubs." i snap a photo of his half naked body covered with a maroon colored apron that suits him perfectly. suna giggles. "look at you sexy, you're serving." he says, giving me a tight hug. "what are we cooking today, my lady?" i smile, and show him a picture of chicken noodle soup from my phone. he giggles. "otter pops after though?" i nod in agreement.
we looked at a youtube video for reference as we boiled the noodles and followed the directions. suna looked so pretty, chef suna is *chef's kiss*.
i chop up the green onions carefully, but my clumsy ass accidentally cut my finger just a little bit. "oweee my finger is bleeding, suna" i let go of the kitchen knife and start shaking my hand in the air. suna instantly frees his hands and rushes over to me. "you're so clumsy babe... are you okay??" he says, as he holds my finger and stares at the small amount of blood. "i'm okay!! it's just a really small cut almost like a paper cut-" the next thing i know, my finger was embraced by his mouth; i gasp. "suna!! why are you sucking my fingerrr it's fine! i'm fine!!" i say worriedly. "you washed your hand before this, it's okay. just stay still, 'kay?" he licks the blood off, then pecks my finger and kisses my lips.
"why do you always leave me blushing?" i ask genuinely as suna laughs softly. "you're so silly... shall we go get some otter pops while we wait for the soup to cool down?" i nod. we both like our soup colder, we can never handle hot temperature foods. i take out my nike slides which were practically suna's but i wore them too often that he gave it to me. he wears his slip ons as we headed to the nearest convenience store.
we come home with bags full of snacks. "y/n... what happened to buying only otter pops!!" we look at each other and laugh. sitting down, we dig for our favorite freezing dessert. i grab the lychee flavor and break it in half, handing suna the other half of the stick. he grins. he bites it with his mouth from your hand as he dug through a strawberry otter pop and broke it in half, giving me the other half as well.
by the time we finished them, the chicken noodle soup was already cooled down. he hands me chopsticks and we say in unison; "itadakimasu~"
