Plates fell and broke into a million pieces, there was almost a fire once, and he certainly couldn’t forget the time Youngjae accidentally exploded the microwave oven. Jackson literally went hysterical that day when he got back home and saw what happened to the microwave oven. Even his boyfriend wasn’t sure how that happened, and he quotes “I swear I just did what the bag said to do. Weird.” In a sum, anything can happen in the kitchen if it involves Choi Youngjae.
Jackson quickly shoved the sheets on the other side of the bed, and made his way to the kitchen with his previous thoughts on the back of his head. As he walked over, he could hear faintly the sweet and musical melody that was his boyfriend’s singing and he sighed in bliss as he continued to listen to it until he finally saw his boyfriend. Youngjae was setting the table for them as he sang, and Jackson stood a moment taking in his boyfriend’s appearance.
While his hair was standing in all possible directions, he was wearing the apron his best friend, Mark Tuan, had given them when they moved in together. It was a simple stripped design, dark blue and white, and underneath the apron, he was still wearing his pajamas. He yawned once when he finished setting the table, and he looked tired (poor baby. He isn’t accustomed to waking up early like him) but it took one look to the food he made and he brightened up once more.
Youngjae was going to turn around when there were familiar arms around him, preventing him from moving. He knew those arms so well already that he wasn’t fazed anymore when Jackson back hugged him like this. “Good morning, babe.” Jackson greeted warmly, planting a kiss on his cheeks. “What’s the special occasion today?”