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day three: childhood

You came home after your 8 hour intern shift in hopes of crashing right on your bed and slipping away from the reality that had your head in a tangled mess, however, those ‘hopes’ were soon forgotten when you unlocked the door and stepped into the comforts of your home only to be met by your boyfriend- flour covered boyfriend. There’s a quiet silence between the two of you for a solid ten seconds before Jimin sheepishly smiles and holds up a hand to wave at you. 

‘‘Uh, hey there y/n. how was the interning?”

You momentarily closed your eyes, praying that maybe this was just all a bad dream, but you instantly knew it wasn’t when you heard a loud clank. Taking in a deep breath, you peeled your eyes open and let the image of your messy boyfriend attempting to clean up the frosting that he just knocked over on the floor. He watched you with cautious eyes as you slung your bag and blazer on the couch before making you way over to him. 

‘‘Do I really want to now what happened?” You asked tiredly, ignoring his question. 

“Well...to put it short, Taehyung should’ve been the last person to ask for baking advice.” He explained slowly. 

Your eyes met his and he instantly gave you a cheerful smile. “I know you’ve been stressing about your whole intern ordeal so I just wanted to make you something special, but it all backfired...obviously. I hope you aren’t mad at me.” He lowered his gaze, feeling disappointed in himself. “But don’t worry, I’ll clean all of this up before I leave, so you can go ahead and wash up or whatever you need to do. Don’t mind me.”

He turned his back towards you and began scraping up the frosting on the hardwood. You sighed again before rolling up your sleeves and proceeded to ring out a washcloth in the sink, squatting down next to him, you began scrubbing away the mess that had dripped off the counters and onto the drawers. 

“Wait y/n what are doing? I said I can handle it.” 

You ignored his protests and reached for another clean washcloth. “Come here.” You quietly hummed. Not knowing what your intentions were, he calmly turned towards you and instantly relaxed when you began wiping his face clean from the flour. He watched you silently, wondering if you were upset or annoyed with him. Usually it was easy for him to tell because you were always vocal about your feelings, but today he knew something was off from your unusual quietness. “Is everything alright?” 

You continued cleaning his face without answering him or meeting his worried eyes. “Y/n-”

“Jimin,” You whispered. 

He leaned in closer to hear whatever it was you had to say. At this point he felt more than awful for being such a burden and causing a huge mess in your own home. 

Apologies were already forming on his lips, but he quickly stopped when you reached your hand up to caress his right cheek. 

“You know, I’ve always wanted to see what you would look like with a mustache and now I’m kind of- no I’m actually really glad you have trouble growing facial hair.” 

He paused for a brief moment, hoping he heard everything correctly. The solemn expression on your gentle face didn’t change even when he shot you a questionable look. That is until your lips quivered and you were soon rolling on the ground with tears staining your brown eyes. At the sudden outburst he instantly reached for your smaller frame to embrace you and comfort you in every way possible, but he soon realized that you weren’t crying, well you were crying, but not for the reason he thought of. 

“Why are you laughing so much? What’s wrong y/n?” His eyes widened as you struggled to prop yourself up. Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand you looked up at him again. “You Jimin. Go look in the mirror.” 

At that response, he quickly walked over to the mirror hanging on the living room wall. Much to his horror, his eyes met with his own and sure enough there was a messy white outline on his upper lips. 

“Y/N!” He screeched out and strode over to your laughing form. You were now clutching the counter and desperately trying to compose yourself.

 “Why are you so surprised? Did you not hear anything I said just now?” You breathed in and out. 

“I-I thought I heard you wrong.” He answered. 

“Oh Jimin, what would I seriously do without you?” You walked over to him and wiped off the remaining flour. His hands found purchase around your waist and he leaned in to peck your cheek. 

“But is everything alright?” He asked eyeing you carefully. 

You shook your head. “I’ll tell you all about it after we clean up the kitchen.” 

He let you grab his hand and lead him back over to the mess. “Thanks for the laugh, I really needed it.” You said tossing him a washcloth. He smiled. “Anything for my little mochi.” You whacked his arm playfully. “You’re the mochi in this relationship.” He chuckled and stuck his tongue out at you. 

“Okay but in all seriousness, what was Taehyung trying to teach you? How to make a flour bomb?” 

Jimin rubbed the back of his neck, “I honestly don’t even know. He just said to listen to his genius idea.” 

You huffed and blew away your stray hairs falling from your ponytail. “Never, and I mean never, go to him for anymore cooking or baking advice. You got that?”