160810 Afternoon ft. Kim Seokjin     With a practiced elegance, you throw fresh cut vegetables into a pot of boiling water.   "I could smell deliciousness all the way in my dreams," a husky voice tickles your ear as strong arms wrap around your waist.   "Not by the stove, oppa." You like how in dramas couples back hug in the kitchen but the possible dangers are not lost on you. Disappointed, Seokjin lets go. Instead, he comes to stand beside you, his spoon halfway reaching for the contents cooking in other pan. You turn to look at him sharply.   Flashing his guilty smile, he returns his spoon to the holder. "I'll go wash up first."   You shake your head. What oldest member of BTS? Mature husband material? Inwardly you know you'll never be able to deny his perfect qualities but there's also no way around him being such a kid around you.   "Are you almost done?" Seokjin emerges from the bathroom smelling of fresh mint and lavender. "Need help?"   "I can manage." You turn around and a satisfied smile hangs on your face when you see him properly drying his hair.   "You sure?" He eyes you suspiciously.   Rolling your eyes, you push him out of the kitchen. He came back late in the wee hours last night and the tiredness still haunts his eyes. When you're sure he's seated comfortably in the living room, you go back to the soup boiling, casually flipping the other pan at intervals. The oven dings to tell you your chicken is done baking. As the soup continues to bubble, you plate the stir fried vegetables and bring out a smaller, rectangul