being domestic for a change (it will not last)
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He sets it up completely, already put the blanket on the armrest of the couch, turned the heater down a bit, lit a candle on the small coffee table.
Perfect..
The pasta is done the exact moment Jimin walks through the front door. He almost walks up to take off his jacket for him, but that might be a little too much. He’s not even sure if Jimin likes him back, romantically speaking.
Can’t think about it much either, when Jimin walks up to him he’s got that pretty, blinding smile on his face.
“I can get used to this sight.” Jimin’s eyes run down his body, and back up. “The apron looks good on you.”
Ah, he thought Jimin might like that. Nevertheless, the compliment makes his cheeks heat up a little, and he just mutters a thank you as he gives the pasta a last whirl.
Jimin steps right next to him, his hand already making that familiar way up to the back of his neck. And just that soft squeeze has his knees weak.
“Smells delicious.”
“Good.” He bites back a smile, but the corner of his mouth curls up anyway. “It’s ready, so take a seat.”
He casts Jimin a glance, and oh god— he’s handsome today too. His dark hair already a little disheveled from a day of hard work, eyes a little puffy, plump lips stretched into that smile, all his teeth showing, especially that front one that is just the tiniest bit crooked.
It’s too hard to resist, and since Jimin gave him one this morning, he just returns the favour, presses a chaste kiss on his cheek.
It’s probably uncool, the way his stomach flips, but Jimin’s cute little “oh” as he caresses the spot makes that all dissipate.
Fuck he’s so down bad, his lips tingle as if they just touched something magical. And even as they sit down for dinner, they keep tingling a little bit throughout.
“You really know how to cook.” Jimin takes another serving, his third one already. “I’ll try to cook for you one day too.”
Is it normal to stare at someone with heart eyes when they eat your food like this? He’s just been smiling at Jimin this whole time like an idiot.
Under the table, Jimin’s ankle curls around his own, another touch he’s getting familiar with, fills him with warmth.
“I was.. thinking..” He starts. “maybe we could watch a movie?”
Smooth, he did that smoothly.
Jimin looks at him mid-bite, blinks once. He swallows then, looks over his shoulder at the couch, then slowly turns his head back to him.
“You mean.. that set-up is for me?”
Oh, right yeah..
It looks like a date setting. And he is still dating someone else.
“Uh..”His cheeks burn slightly as he rubs the back of his neck. “It’s— it’s not that much of a set-up, I just lit a candle cause it’s cold.”
Jimin’s eyes flicker to the thermostat once, then he just gives a slow nod, corner of his mouth curling up.
“Uhu.”
Fuck.
He averts his gaze.
“We don’t have to—“
“I’d love to.” Jimin gives his foot a little nudge under the table. “I’ll take a quick shower and I’ll be down, you can pick the movie.”