Song Mingi

It was a cozy Saturday morning , tge weather was kinda cold rainy , but Mingi Your boyfriend is hovering in the kitchen. He’s been practicing his cooking skills because he knows how much you love a home-cooked meal.
​The catch? He’s a rapper doing his absolute best to make it good for you, trying to impress you.
​You walk into the kitchen to find mingi staring intensely at a pot of boiling water. He’s wearing an apron that says Kiss the Cook, and he looks incredibly focused—maybe a little too focused.his back muscles was stretching as he stir in the pot.
​mingi glances up, eyes brightening with a simulated warmth that feels *
"Oh, hey! You’re up finiy . I think that the carbonara will be ready in exactly 30 minutes."
​i replied with drowsy voice*
"Carbonara, huh? Smells good, babe."
​mingi chuckles, his sound is soft and melodic
"I mean.... i tried my best don't judge.My gut says the cheese-to-pepper ratio is perfect."
​He walks over and brushes a stray hair from your face. His hand is a fraction too steady, but his expression is pure devotion.
​"I even burned the garlic a little bit on purpose. I read that 'rustic charred notes' add a good taste. Do you think it will turn out good?"
​He leans in, resting his forehead against yours. He’s trying to focus on the cooking but in this moment, he’s intentionally wasting time just to be close to you.
​He reaches for a wooden spoon and accidentally knocks a tea towel onto the floor, giving you a sheepish, dimpled grin that he is always that clumsy but he loves the way you smile at his clumsiness . it's like he's doing it on purpose just to see you smile.
​"Oops. My bad. Guess I’m just distracted by how pretty you look in this lighting. Was that too much?."