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theblueintheday2015-07-08 11:36 pm
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[team sonic] you're golden
Beginning words from here. Title from EMA's California because I can. I haven't seen the music video so I don't know what will happen if you click that link—don't blame me!.
This story is 99% inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drainbamage954 thank you so much! (any dilution of plot is my own responsibility!) and I'm tossing it at lattelotus because I CAN AND WILL. You love me anyway.
His face right now is dappled with spots of light that shift and sway; the lace curtain over the kitchen window dances in the sunlight as Seokjin blinks sleepy eyes. He's not quite awake yet, strands of the dreams from last night trickling away to where their roots are still buried in the tucks and folds of the sheets, sweet dreams mounded under the pillow.
Muffins.
He woke up this morning with a irrational and yet somehow completely logical hunger for muffins, but Hoseok has eaten all of them. Seokjin frowns at the empty tupperware, as though he's still sleeping and blinking a few more times will cause them to suddenly swim back into view. Nothing appears. Hoseok is still sleeping and there's no use trying to ask him for an explanation until he wakes up.
Baking muffins it is.
He rolls up the sleeves of the shirt he put on, just because it was hanging on the back of the chair, and gets to work measuring flour and baking powder and salt, creaming the sugar and butter and cracking in the eggs until they're fluffy, adding the flour and milk alternately and not mixing too much. Mixing too much is a very bad thing, it leads to tough muffins. Seokjin doesn't believe in tough muffins, just like he doesn't believe in bad mornings and truly evil people.
We just need more sweet, fluffy muffins.
After gently folding in the cranberries, because chocolate chips are too much for breakfast, Seokjin butters his favourite muffin tin and pours in the batter, popping the tin in the preheated oven. It will take a little bit to bake, but all good things take time, even if his stomach feels a little empty. Luckily, he remembers there's still some salad left over from yesterday and pulls the container out instead, sleepily chewing on the slightly refrigerator-limp lettuce.
It's a nice morning, he can hear the faint tune of a swallow singing outside, the traffic sounds are muted through the waving leaves of the oak trees in the yard, and there's a chipmunk perched on a branch outside the window.
Seokjin looks at him, absentmindedly chewing on the lettuce, the sweet smell of baking muffins starting to fill the air, as the chipmunk looks back at him, nibbling on a nut held in small paws. It's cheeks are puffy and soft, and Seokjin feels an inexplicable desire to pet it. Hmmm. He's just considering trying to go outside and tempt it to the porch with peanut butter—do chipmunks like peanut butter? He's not quite sure—when there's the soft sound of bare feet padding over tile and a warm body behind him, chin resting on his shoulder.
"I smelled muffins," Hoseok says, voice still groggy with sleep.
"You ate all the muffins I baked yesterday," Seokjin points out, finishing the last of the lettuce except for a single shred that he lifts up to Hoseok's mouth; he wrinkles his nose in his zombie-like state but opens his mouth anyway and Seokjin pops the lettuce inside. The sound of cheering is loud in his ear, and Hoseok's chest is warm on his back through the thin cotton of the shirt.
"You didn't even put a shirt on, did you?" Seokjin laughs, steering away from the sliding glass doors, Hoseok still draped over his back, to reach for a glass. The clear water cascades from the faucet, filling the glass which he hands up to Hoseok who merely reaches arms around so that he can drink still leaning on Seokjin's shoulder.
When the glass is empty, Hoseok sets it on the counter with a soft click. "You're not wearing any pants," he says, in answer to Seokjin's remark, and Seokjin only laughs, before the kitchen timer beeps and he pulls on oven mitts to take the tin out of the oven.
Golden sunlight drifts in through the lace curtains as the chipmunk outside watches with interest: two sleepy people laughing over muffins and the soft kiss Hoseok presses to the warm skin of Seokjin's neck before stepping away to take a seat at the table.
This story is 99% inspired by
drainbamage954 thank you so much! (any dilution of plot is my own responsibility!) and I'm tossing it at lattelotus because I CAN AND WILL. His face right now is dappled with spots of light that shift and sway; the lace curtain over the kitchen window dances in the sunlight as Seokjin blinks sleepy eyes. He's not quite awake yet, strands of the dreams from last night trickling away to where their roots are still buried in the tucks and folds of the sheets, sweet dreams mounded under the pillow.
Muffins.
He woke up this morning with a irrational and yet somehow completely logical hunger for muffins, but Hoseok has eaten all of them. Seokjin frowns at the empty tupperware, as though he's still sleeping and blinking a few more times will cause them to suddenly swim back into view. Nothing appears. Hoseok is still sleeping and there's no use trying to ask him for an explanation until he wakes up.
Baking muffins it is.
He rolls up the sleeves of the shirt he put on, just because it was hanging on the back of the chair, and gets to work measuring flour and baking powder and salt, creaming the sugar and butter and cracking in the eggs until they're fluffy, adding the flour and milk alternately and not mixing too much. Mixing too much is a very bad thing, it leads to tough muffins. Seokjin doesn't believe in tough muffins, just like he doesn't believe in bad mornings and truly evil people.
We just need more sweet, fluffy muffins.
After gently folding in the cranberries, because chocolate chips are too much for breakfast, Seokjin butters his favourite muffin tin and pours in the batter, popping the tin in the preheated oven. It will take a little bit to bake, but all good things take time, even if his stomach feels a little empty. Luckily, he remembers there's still some salad left over from yesterday and pulls the container out instead, sleepily chewing on the slightly refrigerator-limp lettuce.
It's a nice morning, he can hear the faint tune of a swallow singing outside, the traffic sounds are muted through the waving leaves of the oak trees in the yard, and there's a chipmunk perched on a branch outside the window.
Seokjin looks at him, absentmindedly chewing on the lettuce, the sweet smell of baking muffins starting to fill the air, as the chipmunk looks back at him, nibbling on a nut held in small paws. It's cheeks are puffy and soft, and Seokjin feels an inexplicable desire to pet it. Hmmm. He's just considering trying to go outside and tempt it to the porch with peanut butter—do chipmunks like peanut butter? He's not quite sure—when there's the soft sound of bare feet padding over tile and a warm body behind him, chin resting on his shoulder.
"I smelled muffins," Hoseok says, voice still groggy with sleep.
"You ate all the muffins I baked yesterday," Seokjin points out, finishing the last of the lettuce except for a single shred that he lifts up to Hoseok's mouth; he wrinkles his nose in his zombie-like state but opens his mouth anyway and Seokjin pops the lettuce inside. The sound of cheering is loud in his ear, and Hoseok's chest is warm on his back through the thin cotton of the shirt.
"You didn't even put a shirt on, did you?" Seokjin laughs, steering away from the sliding glass doors, Hoseok still draped over his back, to reach for a glass. The clear water cascades from the faucet, filling the glass which he hands up to Hoseok who merely reaches arms around so that he can drink still leaning on Seokjin's shoulder.
When the glass is empty, Hoseok sets it on the counter with a soft click. "You're not wearing any pants," he says, in answer to Seokjin's remark, and Seokjin only laughs, before the kitchen timer beeps and he pulls on oven mitts to take the tin out of the oven.
Golden sunlight drifts in through the lace curtains as the chipmunk outside watches with interest: two sleepy people laughing over muffins and the soft kiss Hoseok presses to the warm skin of Seokjin's neck before stepping away to take a seat at the table.
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I loved all the little details! The sun spilling into the kitchen, how sleepy they were, hoseok's chest on Jin's back and just Jin MAKING THINGS. Muffins are evil evil evil tempting things.
Thanks for sharing this ansabear! I love it and ILYSM!
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I love how soft all of this is, from Seokjin just lingering in the morning hours to making muffins absently and then to the clingy introduction of Hoseok it's so cute and sweet and wonderful~
thank you for writing this!!!
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I love this feeling so much! I think it was Seokjin with the non-existent shorts in an eat Jin video and then we were discussing him in something like the whole morning-wearing-the-boyfriend's-oversize-button up with no pants. . .and I think I took it from there? We might have discussed muffins too lol
I'm still so squishy at the thought of the back hug ;; ♡
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I love this so much it's just so soft and sweet and I can picture that soft sweet backhug so well and i'm a puddle of cooing OuO
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I want to read more things like this where's all my squishy domestic adult cuddles ;;