kitchenwa

anonymous asked:

muffin?

Author’s note: listen I know this isn’t a request and I KNOW it’s literally just the word muffin but I DID THIS it’s 4 in the morning okay

Jumin

  • “Yup… uh-huh…interesting,” you glanced over the very chatty party guest’s shoulder
  • Your eyes followed as a stressed out Jaehee rushed out of the kitchen
  • Was she holding a plate of…?
  • “U-Um, if you’ll excuse me for a moment, I need to check on something.”
  • You gave the party guest an apologetic smile and slipped away
  •  Finally… now where the hell did Jaehee go with that tray of muffins?
  • As you wandered around the room, you noticed a certain someone staring at you
  • “Yo,” you walked up to the person, “have you seen the muffin man tray??”
  • Jumin pushed himself off the wall
  • “Is that why you’ve been dashing all across the room?”
  • “Yeah, you wanna help me find it?”
  • Jumin looked up at the crowd and then back down to you
  • “Well-“
  • Seven loudly cleared his throat and held a megaphone up to his lips
  • “Everybody, listen up! I, Agent 707, defender of the earth, am going to be doing a couple of magic tricks with my lovely assistant,” he gestured to a familiar blonde who was wearing a VERY sparkly dress
  • …Why is Yoosung wearing a dress?
  • “-Let’s go. Now.”
  • Jumin grabbed your hand and pulled you away
  • “Wait, I wanna see this!!”
  • Unfortunely, you were already being dragged into the kitchen against your will
  • As the two of you walked through the doors, something silver caught your eye
  • “Is that-was that- the muffins?”
  • The empty tray gleamed under the bright kitchen lights
  • You picked up the tray and ran a finger across the top
  • “Please don’t-”
  • You licked your finger
  • “-Put that in your mouth.”
  • You looked over at Jumin
  • “Yup,” your eyes narrowed, “those are muffin crumbs.”
  • He sighed and leaned up against the wall
  • “What do you suppose we do? Shall I ask the chef to make more?”
  • “…You mean Jaehee?”
  • “Of course,” he looked at the empty tray, “chef, Jaehee, it’s all the same.”
  • You set the tray down and walked over to him
  • “MC?”
  • You smiled before smacking him on the side of the head
  • “Do NOT over work her, Jumin!!”
  • He scowled at you, rubbing the sore spot on his head
  • “You could have just used your words.”
  • “But what’s the fun in that?”
  • He crossed his arms and sighed
  • “So, what do you want to do about the muffins?”
  • Your shoulders drooped as you looked around the vacant kitchen 
  • “…Nothing.”
  • Jumin raised an eyebrow
  • “You’re giving up?”
  • You gave him a defeated nod and trudged out of the kitchen
  • So much for that great idea…
  • Muffin-less and heart broken, you rejoined the party 
  • It wasn’t until the next morning when you woke up and saw the muffin basket on your door step that your muffin craving was satisfied
  • You picked up the handwritten note that had been carefully balanced on top and unfolded it
  • “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, so make sure to eat at least two of these before coming into work. Drive safe. -Jumin”
  • You shook your head and shoved the note into your pocket
  • I love you too, dummy.