✦60| cooking in boxers✦

                                    

                                          
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦
Seeing the hung up phone infront of himself, Jungkook surreptitiously stared at the blank screen until he shifted in his position and placed the phone into the holder, as he ignited the engine and drove out of the parking lot to go home. 
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦
"Are you seriously going to cook him dinner!?", Taehyung shrilled from the video call receiver of Jimin's phone that was supported to stand against his husband's favorite kitchen item the juicer.
At the moment, Jimin was entirely ignorant of his friend's voice, being focused at what was right before his eyes, shining and sparkling, the stove.

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          

"I am", Jimin told after a frustrating pause, as he now looked at his blonde friend in the eyes, "After all a man's happiness goes from his stomach to his thing", he said confidently, rather excited as he bent down and opened the bottom cabin before taking out what one would call the biggest cooking pan in his nuptial kitchen. 
Jimin hummed looking at it, all steel and shiny as well. Then he placed it nicely on the stove.
Today's evening was going to be everything about making impressions, maybe attract or perhaps entice and possibly seduce his husband with his cooking skills. 
Jimin had thought a lot to make Jungkook pay for his afternoon attitude, and making the man something poisonously tasty to eat seemed very domestic and very effort worthy, so here he was, clad in his black sleeveless round-collar vest, black boxers, with pink socks, having navy blue stars on them, as they tightly hug his smooth calves. Since he was in this prestigious kitchen that his husband seems to like a lot, Jimin made sure to wear a white apron already present in the kitchen over his vest.
Taking safety measures never hurt.  
"Do you even know how to use a stove?", Taehyung asked just then, a wide grin on his lips as he intently watched Jimin struggling to light an electronic looking stove with a matchstick used for gas conducting stoves.
"Ghm!!", Jimin grunted in his mouth, trying to strike the phosphorous head of the match stick against the match box potassium chlorate, "I will... get it... somehow? Absolutely", he mentioned in between, appearing quite positive in his expression, trying to light up the stick, but it was no use, each time his chubby forefinger and thumb would drop the stick before it could strike against the box and potentially light up.
"Pfftt hahahaha, right", Taehyung was laughing, watching Jimin in HD graphics from the shelf.
Jungkook had a good WiFi connection it seems. 
Taehyung didn't let his focus falter and maybe that was why Jimin had dropped almost half of the match sticks in awkwardness, neither getting a chance to be combusted.