Jaejoong sets his clothes out over his bed for their trip out, hoping that maybe they can stop by the bakery--get to know each-other better. He hums softly, thinking of the things he wants to ask. Does he like to drink? Jaejoong knows that he likes to have more than his fair share of alcohol, especially under good company and a nice mood--but he thinks of the taller male and wonders if he can hold a few drinks too or would he drink him under the table with the first round? He laughs at the thought, heading to the bathroom to get ready, -- there's no cologne and he reminds himself to ask for some soon--he keeps forgetting since he spilled it down the sink on his first night here. Â He washes his face and puts in his contacts, takes his time to line his eyes with thin charcoal pencil--waterline only, and it's always the hardest part but he takes pride in the way it looks after. Unclipping his bangs he runs his fingers through his hair a few times, doesn't mind the way it's starting to get darker--the blonde starting to fade, and he know's he'll have to dye it again and bleach it in a week. He wonders if his Master wouldn't mind him with dark hair for that small amount of time being that he was told to keep it the honey blonde he started out with. Another one for his list of things to ask before the week is out.Â
Jaejoong takes his phone from where he left it on his pillow and takes a picture of the clothing on the bed, quickly sending it to his master before getting dressed quickly and heading downstairs to make breakfast for Yunnie. Placing the pots on the stove, pouring in the remainder of the rice--he's making a mental list for the house already,  he turns it on to boil  before heading to the fridge to find out what they'll conjure up. Half a zucchini, some kimchi and the last of the soft tofu--he figures he's come up lucky enough. Pouring a bit of oil in the large pan he quickly chops up about half an onion, curling his fingers under careful not to knick himself with the knife before he throws it in and covers it with a lid. He's quick to work on the zucchini , making it small so they can get a little softer in the chicken broth he found under the cabinet by the stove. It's still a pretty green and he's grateful--knowing the haven't touched it since the weekend.  He sets it aside and adds so gochujang along with the kimchi with some salt, lashes fluttering with the way the fragrance hits him with such few ingredients and his stomach gurgles with his hunger. He really could eat right about now and he knows Yunnie feels the same.  Smiling he pours in the broth, throwing away the carton when he's finished before he pours in a bit of soy-sauce and the zucchini he chopped up only a few minutes ago. It's a nice color and he thanks the hot chili paste for that as he turns up the stove and pulls out a large spoon to gentle put in the soft tofu. He's careful not to break it up, not really wanting any of it to dissolve too much into the boiling soul before they can get a chance to enjoy it.  He waits for Yunnie while the stew simmers, greatly hoping the other is in the mood for tofu.