#jo wonjun

“Wonjun don’t you dare!”

You screamed as flour was tossed across the kitchen and onto your shirt. Your boyfriend laughed as you sat shocked at what he just did. All you wanted was to make pancakes peacefully with him, but instead he decided to start a war with you and potentially make a disaster of your kitchen.

“Alright. You started this.”

Picking up an egg, you casually walked over to Wonjun and cracked it over his head. You almost fell over laughing at his expression. He stared at you like you had just betrayed him in the worst way possible. You smiled at him innocently, like the thing you did wasn’t you. Deciding you won, you went to continue making the pancakes, settling the fight once and for all.

Arms snaked around your waist. You watched as they reached into the batter that you had just made. You closed your eyes and felt the cold mixture hit your face. You wiped it from your eyes and turned around the give your attacker what he deserved. You rubbed your face all over his, making sure to get it all over his face.

“That’s not fair at all!” He protested, using his shirt to wipe away some of the batter from his eyes.

“It is! You didn’t run away fast enough!”

He scoffed and crossed his arms, “You didn’t give me time to.”

You watched as he pouted and laughed at him, “Stop being a baby and lets finish these so we can he.”

Wonjun nodded and set himself to making the pancakes. You left to go set the table. When you came back, there was a pancake on the ceiling.

“Wonjun. What happened?”

“I wanted to impress you. I was practicing and it ended up getting stuck.”

He smiled, but when you glared at him he looked down at the floor. You sighed and grabbed a chair to take down the pancake. He helped pass you the things to clean the ceiling up and went back to his job of the pancakes. You laughed as you were cleaning the mess. It was cute that he wanted to impress you, but you were stuck cleaning the mess.

Breakfast eventually came to an end and things were cleaned up. It took a bit to clean the kitchen, but with the both of you working it seemed to go by quickly. Having music with you helped along as well. You both danced around and cleaned, sometimes singing and dancing with each other. You continued dancing in the living room, acting like idiots with some songs.

You laughed at some of his dance moves that he made up. You joined in on some of them, but others you fell to the floor laughing. He grabbed a hairbrush and sang into it, serenading you. You laid on the floor, holding your stomach. Waving your hands up in defeat, you tried to get him to stop.

A slow song began to play. Wonjun helped you up and pulled you close to dance with him. He still treated you as if he first met you, keeping you more in love with him each day. He tried to impress you, and it worked. Well, most of the time. You had your ups and downs. It was moments like these that you really appreciated in the end. Moments where you both just held each other close and appreciated each moment.

“I’m sorry for making a big mess.”

You kissed him and smiled, “I don’t mind it. As long as you’re here with me a mess seems alright.”

He smiled at you and hugged you tightly, “Mess or not you’re stuck with me. Even if I get on your nerves.”

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