Just Making Dinner
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  Quietly observing her boyfriend as she leant up against the frame of the kitchen archway, Min couldn't hide the amusement that played against her features. Especially after seeing him in her pink apron. He was struggling, that much was obvious, but he continued to work hard despite it. It was a trait of his that she always found to be admirable and quite adorable. And what made it even more adorable was that this was what she came home to. She didn't ask him to make dinner, he just took it upon himself to do so.   He hadn't even changed out of his work clothes. Instead he remained in his black pants and white button down shirt -sleeves folded up and the buttons of his collar undone. His blazer and tie had already been abandoned as the hung from the back of one of the dining chairs. His dark shaggy hair was messy, a sign that he had been ruffling his locks out of frustration.    With a quiet little laugh, Min finally placed her bag down on the long table that was set against the wall beside her and started forward. "What are you doing?"   He gave a little jump, startled by her stealthy entrance. He looked at her and quickly turned back, an Ipad in one hand and a large wooden spoon in the other. "Making dinner." He stirred whatever it was that was in the sauce pan and cringed back when it started to sizzle and crackle from the oil and heat.   Min arched a brow. "Making dinner or trying to burn down the kitchen?"   He turned to look at her again only this time with a serious expression. "That's not funny."   "You're right. It's a serious matter," She deadpanned, "Should I call 911?" Unamused by her humor, he rolled his eyes and went back to cooking. Min let out a laugh and s her hands around his waist. "Alright. Alright," She kissed his shirt covered back. "I'll stop teasing."   "Thank you." He put the Ipad down and slightly turned so that he could wrap his hand around her shoulders and bring her in closer. She looked up at him with her large eyes, and he leaned down to drop a kiss against her waiting lips.   "So... why are you cooking?"   He shrugged. "Just wanted to."   "You never just want to do something. Don't act like I just met you yesterday."   He gave an exasperated sigh at the fact that she