[ jiniour ]
He makes a purposeful, audible groan as he shuffles to the cupboards, pulling down some large mixing bowls and placing them on the counter with the ingredients. He figures heâll have to grab some mixing spoons and measurement tools as well, so he shuffles through the drawers to obtain a few and place them with the bowls. âOkay but if the cake is disgusting then Iâm not cleaning everything up by myselfâ and donât make a huge mess!â He whines playfully.
Shooting him a look only a mother could give, she lifted her leg to poke his thigh softly. âDonât start whining now. We just started.â Shaking her head a moment later, she shuffled over to the counter, compulsiveness kicking in, organization itâs goal as she took a total of four minutes to place everything in respective spots for ease of location. âSorry, habit. Canât be helped.â Clearing her throat, she looked towards him, hand coming to rest on her chest as if she was offended by his accusation. âThis cake will be the best cake you have ever tasted, trust me. Youâll be begging to clean up after me.â Of course, little did she know how hard it was gonna be. âIâm not gonna make a huge mess, Iâm really organized and clean. Itâll be barely anything.â
He watches your furor in organizing the counter, sitting back like a cliche young man would and observes. He finds Hyunaâs obsessiveness for cleanliness amusing, and almost wants to mess with her by moving things around as sheâs not looking. He refrains nonetheless, knowing it would come back at him tenfold. Crossing his arms, he steps closer to the older. âWhere do we start then, cap'n?" He chuckles as he gives a salute. "Junior at your service." Jinyoung's eyes wade around for a possible recipe, eyes filled with doubt when he can't find any at all.
















