Brooooooo

Brooooooo

https://youtu.be/PV1gCvzpSy0

So... kiddo got some animals!

We adopted a stray we named Sugar Cookie! And then... we adopted a 3 month old Terrier female we named Rose. And they’re not friends... yet. But they will get there.

Jeon Jungkook is a personalized demon sent to terrorize me in the sweetest of ways

His smile and his giggles and his being good at everything and his THIGHS and his nose and his lip freckle and his little smol standing posture and his VOICE and his dancing and his... everything. God dammit, Jungkook! I love you.

Hobi is trying to come for me today... it’s working... and I’m scared. And horny. HELP.

i’ll just casually leave these here

Soooo...

I’m gonna drop an OT7 scenario type thing for Christmas. No smut, just fluff! 😍😍😍

Cookie Crumbs: Christmas Drabble

Warnings: 💕 - It’s alllll sugary fluff! Maybe some language and a good smooch at the end. This is soft Jin, despite his sarcasm. Don’t worry. It all works out in the end!

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Note: You and Jin are attempting to make Christmas goodies the night before Christmas and while the whole thing doesn’t work out quite the way you wanted, one thing goes better than planned! It’s all fluff! No smut. Merry Christmas!

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“I don’t think you put enough...” he grumbled, the sloppy mix in front of him definitely not the consistency for chocolate chip cookies. “Well I’m sorry, Jin! I don’t understand the different measurements here and you told me to ‘figure it out’!” He looks at you with something bright and amused in his eye before he holds up the measuring cups. “So which ones did you use and how many?”

Fuck. How were you supposed to remember?!

“I mean, that was like... five steps ago! I just put the flour and counted? Maybe... four?” Jin blinked. “Four what?” Rubbing your head, you looked at them. “I used the red one! Four of the red one!” You sigh exasperatedly as he chides you for not looking at the measurement, also for thinking everything was “American” and that four was definitely not nearly enough.

He attempted to correct it.

What the two of you ended up with was rather large chocolate chip cookies that were so thick and dry you’d need a whole gallon of milk (also not a thing as far as Jin was concerned) to wash it down. “It says ‘Doe’ right here... come on. I know your Korean is better than that!” You glare at him. “A gallon is bigger! You need almost... four? ... of those!” He glowers as he attempts to chew through a chocolate cookie mini cake at this point, grumbling. “Next time we’re just going to get the premade ones.”

You close the book of recipes with a huff and throw the cookie brick in the corner, grumbling. “Next time we go to the states I’m going to... buy you a set of American measuring cups and see if you can convert it! No help from google or Siri or that Alexa thing either!” Jin put his hands on his hips. “That’s not fair! American everything is nonsense!”

Scoffing, you throw a handful of the flour you’d been cleaning up at him, leaving him dusted in white and sputtering. “Hey! Y/N! You’re messing my kitchen up!” With a snort, you shrug. “Oh I’m sorry? This is your kitchen? I thought it was the Bangtan kitchen.” Jin grabs a handful of flour and dusts you with it, making you squeal as you attempt to escape it. “Nooooo! Jin! These are my good clothes for later!”

“Later? Where are you going?”

He is feigning innocence but you buy it, staying still to wipe flour from your eyelashes to see. “Yes! I have a party. And friends outside of you guys!” He looks hurt, and clicks his tongue. “Well this won’t do then, let me help.” You are about to say thank you when the tale tell crack of an egg over your head sounds off... right before the goop from within it settles atop your head. “KIM SEOKJIN!” You rarely use his name and he bristles immediately.

It doesn’t prepare him at all for what comes next.

You are suddenly armed with a handful of eggs and he is free target practice, pegged twice with eggs before he begins to slide over the messy tile. You drop two more, scrambling to stay afoot and suddenly you’re both falling. Hard. The sound he makes as his back hits the floor makes you feel for him, sure he’s had the wind knocked out of him. But... he’s holding you tight against his chest, securing you to prevent your pain, eyes clenched shut as he hisses in pain.

“Are you ok?”

He manages to rasp while breathing and you scramble to check on him, struggling with the slick floor. “Yuck! Eggs... Jin... we made a huge mess. And are you ok?” Your torn from our frantic attempts to check on him when he reaches up, fond smile on his face, to pick a piece of eggshell from your bangs. “I’m... perfectly fine.” You attempt to move again, not sure how to handle his change in behavior, when your hands slip again, and he braces you, noses bumping with the proximity in which you land.

“Jin, I’m sorry... I..”

And then he does it. He throws your whole world for another loop, a soft kiss sending everything astray. You hesitated, though, and he’s suddenly panicking. “I’m sorry... I should’ve asked and...” Silencing him with another kiss, you melt into his chest, enjoying the tender moment. He’s so gentle and calm, taking his time as he maps out your lips, and when you part, he’s grinning like a damn fool. “I think this makes up for the cookies. And the mess.”

You giggle and push his egg soaked hair from his face, nodding. “Ok... so... how about if I make it even better and say that... we can retry that cookie recipe... and I’ll skip the party... and share Christmas Eve with you?” The eldest laughs softly and nods. “Are you playing Santa now? Because I swear you just read my Christmas wish list...” After you two manage to get off the floor, using his shirt to mop up the egg mess, you successfully make a good batch of cookies, steal a few more kisses, and end up curled up on the couch while waiting for ‘Santa’ to arrive. “Merry Christmas, Seokjinie...” you whispered against his chest. “Merry Christmas...” he replied.

And it was.