needless to say, junmyeon is stunned to see jongdae standing in the middle of the kitchen with an impish grin stretched across his face, donning a lurid pink apron that says kiss the cook (red lips in place of the word kiss), and covered from head to toe in an explosion of flour, egg shells, and other miscellaneous baking products.

“what are you doing?” junmyeon breathes, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

“surprise!” jongdae cheers shamelessly, throwing his white covered hands into the air. “happy birthday hyung! i was gonna bake you a cake but i think i went wrong somewhere between sifting the flour and folding the eggs.”

junmyeon sighs, shrugging off his coat and making his way into the kitchen. he reaches the sink and rolls up his sleeves, glancing at the excited jongdae beside him and wiping off a piece of eggshell glued to the younger boy’s bottom lip. and junmyeon just cant find it in himself to be angry or even a little bit upset, because jongdae just looks so damn adorable. like a little baby kitten.

and who the hell stays angry at a kitten? despite the fact that said kitten may destroy your furniture, leave hairballs everywhere, and eat up all your food on a daily basis?