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JEONG YUNHO *:･ﾟ✧

What a damn mess.

The dishes had piled up into the sink, caked with traces of pasta sauce and chunks of cold veggies from where you simmered them in a pan just shy of two hours ago. You and Yunho had been two eager to indulge in the meal you prepared together that the catastrophe of cutlery and pots had been left in the sink.

You chuckled to yourself while flipping the faucet off. Steam rose from the periwinkle suds bubbling in the sink.

Your sleeves were pushed to your elbows before you reached for the worn-out sponge sitting at the corner of the counter just in front of the window that framed the onyx sky of a spring night. The moon peeked through the bushels of trees that surrounded the house, creating a private paradise for the two of you, a quiet solace for Yunho.

You’re about to dispense more dish soap onto the now dampened sponge, but a pair of desperate arms lock around your navel like a flytrap successfully baiting an innocent gnat.

There was a lingering scent of fabric softener and aftershave that you caught onto after shrieking, being twirled in a circle with your back against a steady chest before your bum was sat on the edge of the electric stove. “What are you up to?” A crooked grin masked his face while nuzzling his forehead against yours. His bangs brushed below his brow like a shaggy dog.

Your head followed him until holding his movement still by gentle grasping either side of his neck. “Haven���t you heard of work before play?” You reached out and pinched the tip of his nose. It’s truthful that you’d much rather settle down with Yunho once the kitchen had been nursed. The shit stuck to the dishes would only become cement when the sun came back out from the shadows.

“And haven’t you heard of ‘letting it soak’?” Yunho wandered over to the sink and submerged the pots and plates a bit more into the water, a bit of it splashing out onto the linoleum floor and barely missing his socks. While he was gone during the time you spent filling the sink, he had changed into his basketball shirts and an oversized white shirt that still hung loose on his stalk of a body.

You giggled to yourself while kicked your feet back and forth, covered by a pair of Yunho’s striped, fuzzy socks. He came back over and hooked his arms back into place, using his hands to press at the small of your back and bring you back to where your nose ghosted over his.

So while the mess “soaked”, the soapy water running lukewarm, you and Yunho danced about the kitchen, sipping on the left over tea in the kettle, your waist apron still tied around your tummy, and getting lost of time as you took advantage of every moment with him while in privacy.