Another of my old scenarios hiding in my documents folder. I figured it’s close enough to Christmas now to post it...

You’d been looking forward to going home all day. Partly because you’d been ridiculously busy and you were tired but mostly because you knew that your boyfriend would be waiting for you when you got home. You hadn’t seen him what seemed like forever, he’d been out of the country promoting but his flight had gotten in that morning when you’d been at work. He’d called you on your lunch break to tell you he’d made it back without incident and that he was looking forward to seeing you, which no matter how much he insisted couldn’t have been more than you’d missed him. He’d also told you he had a surprise for you which had made you pause for thought. Namjoon’s surprises could be a little unpredictable. His last surprise had been an attempt at building you a new bookcase and that hadn’t gone particularly well. He’d ended up with bruised fingers and you’d ended up with a hole in your wall. But since he’d just come back from Japan it probably wasn’t going to be anything too bad you assured yourself. It would be something he’d picked up on his travels, some art maybe or some jewellery, he knew you liked that sort of thing. Or at least you were hoping so. You didn’t want to have to get the first aid box out when you got home.

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“Hey,” you called as the door swung closed behind you and you started taking off your boots. “I’m home!”

“I’m in the kitchen!” Came Namjoon’s reply.

You froze, one boot on and one boot off. No. No, no, no. You were ordering food tonight and settling down to watch a Christmas movie or two, that was the plan. He was not supposed to be in the kitchen. He was not allowed in the kitchen. You finished pulling off your boots and hastily shrugged your coat from your shoulders. If cooking you a meal was the surprise he had planned then you needed to get in there and do some damage control. 

And when you walked into the kitchen there didn’t seem to be a single inch of your work top that was visible. Chopping boards, mixing bowls, flour, icing sugar, glitter… the place was a mess. “What happened?” you exclaimed. You were thankful your house was still standing and your boyfriend hadn’t burned it to the ground but it looked like a bomb had gone off in a bakery.

Namjoon, who had been standing at the sink washing his hands, turned the tap off and turned to face you, rewarding you with a blinding smile as he wiped his hands on his apron. His pink frilly apron. It had been bought for you by a friend as a housewarming gift and had been sitting in a drawer ever since. It was so fussy that you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to wear it but apparently Namjoon had no qualms about looking like a barbie.“I made cookies.” He informed you brightly. 

“Cookies?” you echoed. As well as  the pink frilly apron there was also flour in his hair and what looked like red icing down the side of his nose. He looked adorable. Adorable and incredibly proud of himself.

“Christm