Work Text:
The apartment smelled like baked chocolate and sugar when Jungkook walked through the front door. His first thought was oooh, cookies, and his second was holy fuck when he saw the kitchen. It looked like a tornado had gone through it and then decided that wasn't enough, so it backed up to do it all over again. Every surface of their not insignificant kitchen was covered in dishes, mixing bowls, measuring cups, and stirring spoons. There were two bags of sugar on the counter and several open bags of chocolate chips. There was a stand mixer out that Jungkook hadn't even realized they owned. Cooling on the island was trays of mishappen cookies, and there were two more ready to go in the oven.
And there, in the middle of it all, was his adorable boyfriend wearing an apron with fake abs - it had been a joke gift for Jungkook from Seokjin - and covered in flour.
"Hyung?" Jungkook asked.
He watched as Namjoon's head bounced up. His smile was bright and immediate as it landed on Jungkook, and damn, Jungkook loved being on the receiving end of it. He watched, a smile on his own lips, until Namjoon's smile vanished in a blink. His eyes grew wide and frantic as he looked between Jungkook and the disaster that was their kitchen.
It hadn't looked like this when Jungkook had left for the gym that morning. And Namjoon hadn't looked anywhere near this level of frazzled when they'd video called before Jungkook's late lunch with Jimin and Taehyung.
"You aren't supposed to be home yet!" Namjoon said. His voice was stressed, his body tense, and Jungkook spent a second lamenting all the hard work he'd done fucking the tension out of Namjoon's head and body last night and again this morning. Even after almost 15 years as BTS, comebacks still had the ability to stress them out in new and creative ways.
What a shame. He'd have to do it again tonight. And tomorrow. And every night until Namjoon learned how to relax. And, just to make sure the lesson stuck, he might as well carry on after that too. Every night for the rest of their lives. It was so hard being him. He was so selfless.
Jungkook grinned over at Namjoon again. The soft gooey part of him that always melted at Namjoon's ridiculous behaviour was there and just as strong as ever. He reached for one of the cookies that were burned around the edges and didn't bother resisting the delighted grin when Namjoon thwacked his hand with a spatula to get him to drop the cookie. Jungkook picked it up again, and bit the cookie in half, as Namjoon turned back to stir chocolate chips into what he couldn't tell was cake mix or brownies.
"I wanted to surprise you," Namjoon said as he shoved the mixing bowl away. He looked over at Jungkook, snagged the other half of the cookie, and ate it with a frown wrinkling between his eyebrows. Jungkook would never get over how Namjoon could be both breath takingly adorable and mind meltingly hot at the same time. It wasn't fair. Jungkook never stood a chance. He hadn't at 13, and he didn't at 30.
"I'm very surprised," Jungkook said, lighthearted and full of affection.
He stepped carefully forward, trying to dodge the flour decorating their floor so he didn't slip. He drew Namjoon into his arms, running his fingers down the back of Namjoon's neck and feeling the tension there. He dug his fingers in carefully to the knot at the base of Namjoon's neck, and felt him shudder against Jungkook. He did it again just to relax the muscles.
"We were supposed to make dinner together," Jungkook murmured. He kept his voice low - not really looking for an answer - as he slipped a hand up the back of Namjoon's shirt and caressed his back in a mindless pattern. There was no purpose behind it other than to sooth. He just wanted to touch and feel Namjoon relax against him.
"I wanted to surprise you," Namjoon said again. The pout was in his voice this time as he relaxed in Jungkook's hold. "You're always cooking for me, and I wanted to do something for you."
"Very thoughtful," Jungkook said, kissing the pout away, and smiling back. "You know I enjoy cooking for you, right, hyung?" Jungkook asked thoughtfully. He'd thought he made that clear, early on. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for Namjoon. Everyone knew that - including Namjoon - after all these years. But he also enjoyed it. He liked taking care of the people he loved, whether it's feeding them or listening to them or, in Namjoon's specific circumstances, encouraging as many orgasms as possible out of them as frequently as possible.
Jungkook dipped his finger in the chocolate batter while keeping eye contact with Namjoon. He watched Namjoon's gaze fix on his lips, on his finger, on his tongue, as he sucked the batter off. Brownies. Nice. They weren't in either of their diet plans, but what their trainers and management team didn't know couldn't hurt them.
Namjoon had made him brownies. And cookies. And, from what Jungkook could tell, probably had a few other things in progress. Namjoon didn't even like cooking, let alone baking. He'd long since given up unless they're filming a cooking episode of Run BTS.
Jungkook was so damn fond of this ridiculous man he'd been in love with in some capacity since he was thirteen.
Namjoon sighed, forlorn and then leaned into Jungkook more. They'd have get both their outfits cleaned as the flour transferred between them. It was a cost well worth it to have Namjoon wrapped around him.
"We haven't been home for the last few love days," Namjoon said. They'd been in tour prep, comeback prep, and then in Australia the following year. There hadn't been time to celebrate romance when they were moving from city to city. Namjoon kissed him lightly and then pulled away. "You go relax. I'll get this taken care of."
"Nah," Jungkook said. He tightened his arms around Namjoon and kissed him again. His man already had so much pressure on his shoulders, Jungkook didn't want to add anymore. "How about we tackle cleaning this up and making dinner together like we had planned? And I'll let you take all the credit."
Namjoon laughed - exactly what Jungkook had been hoping for - and some of the remaining tension eased out of him.