#93flyboy

the way you said “i love you.“

src: [ x ] · status: not!accepting

9. When baking chocolate chip cookies

Mina yelps as she accidentally splatters cookie batter on her own shirt while mixing it in the bowl. she groans, and puts the container down, swiping the mix off with her thumb before popping it into her mouth. Her eyes shine because despite the accident she's please with how the batter tastes.

"Here." Mark's voice cuts through her thoughts, and when she looks towards her best friend, he tosses a crumpled piece of cloth towards her. She means to catch it, but it hits her on the face instead, causing Mark to break into laughter. Mina pouts even as she unrolls the item to reveal an apron. It makes her smile, because while Mark continues to laugh at her, it's obvious that he cares enough to note her clumsiness.

She puts the apron on - never mind that it's too late since the batter's almost done; her clothes and her face are powdered with flour, sugar and syrup, even. Soon, she's moving onto the next step and lining the cooking pan with glops of the batter. At first she's so focused that she once again completely ignores Mark, at least until he's standing right next to her, finger dipping in the bowl.

"Yah!" She screeches, her tone unnaturally high pitched from the surprise. "Yah!" She repeats, yanking the bowl away with one hand, and hitting his arm with the other. "Don't eat the batter raw or you'll get salmonella," she lectures sternly - never mind that she had been picking at it herself earlier, while she'd been mixing it.

"Mina, please -" Mark retorts with a huff, followed immediately with laughter and with his hand reaching over to try and once again dip his fingers in the mixture.

Damn, you really want this piece of meat, don’t you? THANKS FOR THE REMINDER, DICKHEAD. I’ll be back on track by January, I promise! WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK—you’re leaving again? And you still haven’t given me a gift?! Fine, I’ll try my best to be around later, so you could Give Me What I Want.mp3. 

( / kyungsoo and his parents have agreed to drop by his home before going back to goyang, ‘a pitstop to the cleanest home,’ he boasted off earlier because of their doubts with some of his hygienic habits carried off to adulthood. he stares, absolutely mortified, as his eyes grew wide and his grip on the doorknob tightened before shoo-ing his parents back to his car. luckily, his parents both had bad eyesight and the front porch’s light wasn’t switched on. as he sat back on the driver’s seat, he sends his friend a text message. ) 

( sms ) I’M SORRY. I LOVE YOU. I’M SORRY. 

( sms ) I’LL TEXT YOU AS SOON AS I GET HOME I PROMISE

( sms ) And I’ll bring that cheesecake I owe you.