Seokjin stood in front of the pan with a pink apron. He started humming some songs as I snuck up behind him.
Hugging him from behind, his body jumped a little out of surprise.
"Oh, it's just you. You know Hoseok, one day I might just accidentally smack you."
"Will you really?" I asked my rhetorical question as I snuggled into his neck, "make me something yummy."
