POV: you and member are cooking or baking together
Jisung
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• it was deep winter and when you left work the world looked like someone used it as their cookie and Sprinkled tons of powder sugar over it • You pulled the scarf closer and tugged it further into your jacket. As pretty as it looked, it was icy, and not even the satisfying scrunching sounds your shoes made in the snow would make you forget that. But all in one, it made you even more excited to reach your warm house And not only the warm house, but also a warm meal. Yesterday, Jisung lost another sing star battle and won the cooking part for today. You had to admit that yesterday you had zero hopes to win, already thinking about what to cook. When suddenly some magical power called 'Siri' decided that Jisung would need to sing a song by Rihanna, and your lucky streak didn't seem to end there when you got 'I'm yours' from Jason Mraz. • When your key made the lock 'click' you got greeted by another cold breeze. Reluctantly, you kept your scarf and coat on to enter the kitchen • It smelled horrible in the living room. The smell of your fragrant sticks which you bought last week because they smelled like cinnamon and pears was exchanged with the smell of burned food and something you already imagined being black and that ruined one of your pots. • The door to the balcony was wide open and even some snow had already left a puddle of water on your floor • When you turned around the corner, you were not surprised. Jisung was running through the kitchen with one of your chequered kitchen towels in his mouth. In the sink was a mountain made of pots, mugs, spoons, and other stuff. • You sighed and waited for him to turn around. He did and looked at you with a sorry expression. In his hands was a pan with a sauce that was red and had clubs and black dots in it that were most likely not meant to be there. • "I still made cookies." He pointed to a tray that was laying on the diner table. On it were 9 cookies that actually didn't look radioactive, nothing you could say about the stuff Jisung was holding in his hands. • "A halo to you as well." You smiled, stressed, not sure if you should cry and order new kitchen stuff with his credit card or laugh. • "I'm sorry, baby." He put the pan on his sink mountain. The response wads it crashing, sounding horrible and making you make grimace. • Jisung jumped back and came to your side. He wrapped his arms around your waist, making you melt into him as he kissed your cheek. • "Let's just go out to eat." He murmured while hovering over your lips. He knew how to wrap you around his finger, but you still preferred the idea of saying home instead of going out. • "Come on, it can't be that bad." You pushed him away, direct, feeling the cold crawling up your nape again. You took a spoon and went to the pan he just put away. "Don't do that to yourself, honey." But you already did and regretted it. • What ever he did was more than forbidden in any cook book, that's for sure. "What did you do?" "You don't want to know." He grabbed your hand and pulled you around. "I think so, too." • You went straight ahead, pulling him with you. "We're going out." He grinned and catch end up to you. "Told you so." • While walking past the tray, you grabbed one of the cookies and bite into it. And it actually tasted good, to your surprise. When you reached the door, you stopped, making Jisung run into you. "You know that you earned yourself the cleaning job for tomorrow, right?" • "I know." He kissed you on the lips. Making you forget about the mess and pulling you out of the door.
