you wake up on a bright saturday morning, and roll over to greet your girlfriend with kisses. only problem is, she isn’t there. assuming she had a twice-related emergency, you roll out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. making your way down the hallway, a familiar smell hits you. 

“babe? is, is that you?” you question, hoping for a good response. 

“yeah baby, i’m in the kitchen. come help me with this, will you?” jihyo turns to look at you peering from the hallway. her bright smile shines as soon as she lays eyes on your soft morning appearance. you walk over to her set up and see she’s been preparing breakfast for you. across the counter lays eggs, flour, chocolate chips, milk, and more. you put a puzzled expression across your face and jihyo cups your cheeks in her hands, followed by a quick kiss. 

“you were tired last night honey, i wanted you to have a refreshing morning to wake up to.” jihyo looks at you sincerely and moves her hands from your face to drape her arms around your shoulders. she’s looking into your eyes, and you see the familiar sparkle that made you fall in love just a few years ago. you two stand together like that for a minute, before jihyo’s facial expression turns from sweet to sour. 

“oh my god! damn it i knew this would happen!” jihyo yelled, her language and tone shocking you. she pulls the pan off the stove and throws it into the sink. 

“i i wasn’t paying attention and i burned them, i’m so sorry,” she covers her face now red face in her hands and you know she’s got tears in her eyes. 

“aw, don’t worry sunshine. i appreciate your effort. we can cook them together now!” you say, trying to lift her mood. she pulls her hands away slightly, and sees you smiling. her hands fall and her arms open to you. you accept her hug and realize she has flour in her hair. 

“uh, babe you...” you trail off giggling at the sight of the bright powder in her dark brown hair. 

“what? don’t do this tell me what it is, why are you laughing at me?” she puts her arms down and into fists, pouting to get you to answer her. 

“you have flour in your hair my love. you must’ve not been paying attention.” you smile, and she giggles at you running your fingers through her hair attempting to get it all out. she takes your hand and holds it for a minute, before pulling you over to the stove. 

she cleans off the oven before turning to you and saying, “grab me another pan, will you baby?”

•ah this is my first time writing something like this, i hope it isn’t too bad•