#r-13

December 24th, the day before Christmas

Here you were, awake at 5 am, to get started on the long menu for the dinner party you and your boyfriend were hosting at your place to celebrate Christmas Eve.  Contrary to what others would guess, it wasn’t your alarm that woke you up.

It was the smell of something burning.

Rushing to your feet, you immediately sniffed out where the smell was coming from, hoping beyond hope that you weren’t too late.

As you entered the room where the smell was coming from, you spotted your boyfriend at the counter, his head down with his hair covering his face. You slowly came closer as you found the cause of the burning smell.

Gingerbread Cookies.

Stifling the giggle that wanted to leave you, you reached out towards your boyfriend, moving his hair away from his face. It was becoming more difficult not to laugh when you noticed how depressed he looked.

“I’m the leader of 12 members. I’ve handled tantrums, fights, and all things childish after a fully scheduled day. Yet I can’t make one batch of cookies.”

It was with that outburst from Suho that you could no longer hold back your laughter.

Hearing your laughter, he stared at you, pain evident in his eyes.

“How about next time you want to make a batch of cookies, we make it together?” you asked, a smile on your face as you cleaned up the mess he left behind.

A few minutes passed before he wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his chin on top of your head.

“Leave the cleaning up to me. I don’t want to add to your already busy day,” he said, gently taking the bowl you were washing out of your hands.

“Alright, and hey, cheer up, okay? Not everyone can bake perfectly on their first try,” you said, turning around in his embrace to lean up and kiss him on the cheek.

It was as you left his embrace to get started on breakfast for you two that he called out to you.

“I know, I know. Don’t tell the others,” you said, making sure to take note of it for when you have to get back at one of Suho’s occasional pranks.

I am stuck on a train with the most minimal of wifi. This may as well be my personal hell.  Oh wait, an old man is now having an extremely loud conversation on his cell phone… THIS is my personal hell. Like, dude, I just heard you say “I am in between LA and SD on a train so I should be fine”. Translation: “I will be having this conference call my entire train ride because I am an asshole”. I am just going to give him mean looks for the next two hours… or until I decide to take a trip to the bar car. I am so used to knocking back a few before plane flights (fear of heights... and boredom) that transporting myself city to city sans a Blue Moon feels odd. Thankfully, at least the internet seems to have picked up (no luck with the old man learning to control the volume of his voice). In between my mean spirited glares, I may as well look through the Net-a-porter sale...

R-13 Cowboy Washed-Denim Jumpsuit $348 - I don't know what's wrong with me. My newfound affinity for house painters' clothing is getting a bit obsessive. 

Reed Krakoff Boxer Medium Leather Tote $774 - Not owning a Reed Krakoff Boxer Medium Leather Tote may be my biggest regret in life (lofty statement, I know). I prefer it in all emerald green. The saturation of that green is just so delicious.

Giuseppe Zanotti Coline Two-Toned Patent-Leather Sandals $473 - I am just loving this style of shoe (like everyone else); however, my tiny baby feet (size 6.5 supporting a 5'7.5'' individual) look silly without a big chunky platform. Maybe I just feel this way because I am used to wearing Jeffrey Campbell hoofs. Regardless, 2014 will be the year I conquer platform-less heels; it has been decided.

Alexander McQueen Set of 5 Gold-Toned Cuffs  $1788 - YUS. PLEASE.

*FYI: I moved seats to get away from the old man and seemed to have stumbled on to a new location with an even louder old woman. "It was chilly so it was good I brought my pajama top". She has mentioned said pajama top at least 5 times. It is blue silk (fascinating). She has also eaten all her fruit. Jesus, how can people not conceptualize that quiet enclosed spaces are not the place to have long drawn out conversations. Ugh, she's talking about the fruit again. I swear, if I become this boring when I am older just put me out of my misery aka take me to vegas. 

AU

Kyungsoo fumbled around the kitchen, dashing from counter to refrigerator at the speed of light. He woke up late from his afternoon nap and now his husband is due to burst through the door, ready to eat after a long day of work.

“Ahh! Where’s the pasta?” He asked out loud, checking the cupboards. Shuffling through boxes of other kitchen products, he grunted at the absence of pasta and searched the other cabinet.

“Kyungsoo-ah~ I’m home!” His husband’s voice startled him, causing him to knock over the box of pasta he was just looking for.

“Ow!” He growled at the pasta that fell on his foot.

“Jagiya? Are you okay?” Jongin entered the kitchen and picked up the box.

“Jongin-ah, I’m sorry! I haven’t cooked dinner yet. I’ll cook some kimchi…” Kyungsoo glanced at the box “…macaroni”

Jongin laughed “Kimchi spaghetti before, now kimchi macaroni?”

He snatched the box of macaroni from him and puffed “I couldn’t find the spaghetti noodles”

“I’m sure it’ll taste great” Jongin pecked his cheeks and rested his chin on Kyungsoo’s head “So what can I do?”

“What? You can rest while I cook. It won’t take long” The shorter man urged as he scooped all the ingredients he needed and brought them to the kitchen island “I’m sure you’ve had a busy day, Mr. Kim. All those quirky children must be hard to teach jazz steps”

“It wasn’t, truthfully. Not when their teacher is gorgeous” Jongin threw a sly smirk at Kyungsoo, who shook his head and laughed.

Well, his husband is gorgeous. He couldn’t believe it when Jongin first asked him out 3 years ago – more so when he knelt on one knee to propose a year after. How lucky was he?

The snap of the stove opening woke him up from his trance. Jongin had set up a pot filled with water and was halfway tearing the macaroni box.

“Jongin!” Kyungsoo scolded “We agreed that this is my kitchen and I’m in charge of cooking!”

“We also agreed that we’ll help each other through thick and thin for as long as we shall live. So tell me, jagiya, who wins this round?” He smirked at him once more as he reminded him of their wedding vows and Kyungsoo agreed in defeat, casually glancing at his husband’s progress.

“Should we try to add cheese, jagiya?” Jongin broke the silence and Kyungsoo looked up from chopping the kimchi.

“Kimchi macaroni and cheese?” He distastefully retorted as his nose scrunched up at the idea.

“It was just a thought” Jongin shrugged, stirring the macaroni around.

“Well-ngh!” Kyungsoo jerked his hand to his lips, setting the knife aside.

“Kyung? Did you cut yourself? Let me see”

He held his pointer finger out for him and Jongin kissed it immediately.

“My poor baby, Kyungie, got cut?” He whispered, kissing his finger once more until he began to suck it.

“Jongin! Save that for later!” The words were out his mouth before he could even think about what he just said.

“Later, huh? Okay, then” Jongin chuckled as he withdrew to strain the cooked macaroni.

Kyungsoo didn’t know whether or not he wanted to regret that but shaking his mind off the topic, he and Jongin finished preparing their dinner.

Their dinner was the usual. A conversation about what happened at work and where they should go during the weekend. It was practically a routine for them after being married almost a year now. Kyungsoo cooks the meals. Jongin pays the bills. They both clean up.

“Thank you for the meal, jagiya~” Jongin stood up and kissed him across the table.

“I couldn’t have done it without you. I’m sorry again for not cooking earlier. I-!”

Jongin kissed him once more on the lips “Kyungsoo, I enjoyed cooking with you. Maybe we should do it again some time?”

“No” He pouted, crossing his arms.

“No? Am I bad in the kitchen?”

“You distract me in the kitchen, so you cannot step foot in there when I’m cooking or else I’ll end up with cuts and bruises!”

Jongin laughed and rounded the table to crouch beside him “Then I’ll just kiss them all away. Are you ready for some dessert?”

“We didn’t make dessert…” Kyungsoo blinked at hims, seeing mischief pool in his husband’s eyes.

818 words

It was about half nine at night when I finally rolled the body up in a blanket and struggled to put it in the wardrobe. It was an effort, to say the least, and quite a lot of blood was splattered across my front. I sat in my seat after that, staring at the tool bag under the duvet until ya turned up.