Bread And Butter
Seokjin x reader
Author’s note: My first Jin fic at last! This is just a plotless fluffy drabble in an attempt to finally get me back into the swing of writing. Please let me know if you like it! Hopefully I won’t have to go so long without writing again. *stares off into space* “It’s been 84 years….”
The smell of frying sausage is what woke you up. Half asleep, you were momentarily confused. Your roommate was out of town for the week, so who was cooking? Sitting up and rubbing your eyes, you suddenly remembered that your boyfriend, Jin, had stayed over the night before. Something about needing a break from his six roommates who were practically his children.
Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you pushed yourself off and walked in strides across the room. You passed by a mirror and stopped to look at your messy morning hair. It was then you noticed you were wearing Jin’s over sized shirt, which fell to the top of your thighs. You made a b-line for the bathroom, brushing your teeth and attempting to tame your unruly hair which proved to be a fruitless effort.
You wandered into the kitchen to find Jin wearing a pink apron over the boxers he slept in and flipping sausage in a pan over the stove. You gave a little giggle at how cute he looked. You approached him quietly and places your hands on either one of his broad shoulders, massaging them gently. You leaned forward and placed a kiss to the spot where his neck met his back.
“Good morning, Jin.”
“Good morning, baby.” Jin set the pan down and turned around to embrace you. His familiar scent filled your nose, and you smiled to yourself.
“Did you sleep well?” You asked, your head against his chest.
“Yeah. It was so much easier to sleep when I wasn’t in a room with a couple of kids whose snoring is as loud as a train.”
You let out a soft laugh. “Good, I’m glad.”
“Of course, the main reason I slept well was because I got to hold my beautiful girlfriend in my arms as I fell asleep.” He smiled down at you and stroked your hair gently.
You laughed and bat at his chest.
“Well aren’t you romantic this morning?”
“I suppose I am.” He whispered, before placing his large hand across your jaw and tilting it forward, forcing you to look him in the eye.
“You really are beautiful.”
You blushed, looking down. But Jin only moved your face up again so he could stare at it with admiring eyes.
“I have bed hair and my face is still puffy from sleeping. Beautiful is not the word I would use to describe me right now.”
“It always describes you. You’re beautiful when you’re dressed up and wearing make up, you’re beautiful when your hairy is messy and your face is puffy, you’re beautiful when you’re happy, you’re even beautiful when you’re angry.”
“Seokjin….” You murmured, your face turning red.
He smiled softly down at you. “You’re especially beautiful when you blush because I’m complimenting you.”
Jin leaned down, connecting your lips with his. His arms moved to wrap around your waist and he tilted his head in order to deepen the kiss. You own arms found themselves placed on his wide shoulders which were hunched slightly as he leaned into you.
One kiss turned into a make out session, your lips in a flurry against each other as you raked your hands through Jin’s soft hair. You were lost in the feeling of being surrounded by Jin, dragging him to the counter so that he could lift you up and set you on it. Once sitting stably, you didn’t hesitate to wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you as your kisses became less lip and more tongue.
Your heart was beating so loudly in your chest that it almost drowned out the sudden sound of the smoke alarm going off somewhere behind the two of you. Instantly, Jin pulled himself away from your lips, eyes going wide. He cursed under his breath as his arms left your waist and his body turned back to the stove. He waved his hands in the air, trying to clear the small area of smoke.
“Damn, I burnt the food!” He yanked the pan off of the stove, a frown on his handsome features.
“Perfectly good sausage gone to waste.” Jin sighed, dumping the now blackened meat into a nearby trash. “This is what happens when I let you distract me.”
“I dare say you enjoyed my distraction.” You giggled.
“This isn’t funny, baby. Wasted food is not a laughing matter.” He pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at the trash can.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. We can always make toast or something.” You tried being positive, knowing Jin’s favorite thing in the world was cooking and he hated when he messed it up.
Jin turned to you, smiling affectionately.
“You’re right. It doesn’t matter what we’re eating as long as I’m with you.”
“So, I’ll get the bread?” You asked hopefully.
Jin stepped toward you, nuzzling his nose against yours and placing a feather light kiss to your lips before turning to the refrigerator.
“I’ll get the butter.”