Yoongi had convinced Jimin early in the morning to call off of work claiming that he was sick. At first, the younger was hesitant, but he decided that it was worth it to play hooky. After all it was Yoongi's birthday and Jimin would do anything he could to make the older happy. That meant staying in bed in cuddling until one in the afternoon. 

Later that night, things got way more lively. 

It started with Jimin in Yoongi's kitchen making brownies and humming away to whatever song was playing on the home speaker. Yoongi was doing nothing in particular. That was, until he decided to scare the ever living hell out of Jimin by surprise back hugging him while he was mixing batter. 

Yoongi stayed latched on to his boyfriend until he calmed down. The older placed his head on Jimin's shoulder and smiled, "You're perfect, you know that?"

Jimin rolled his eyes and shook his head, "I am in no way, shape or form, perfect."

"Bullshit," Yoongi mumbled as he stretched his neck as far as it would go to place a small kiss on the corner of Jimin's mouth. 

"Fight me," Jimin smiled. 

"I will if you really want me to," the taller said as he let go of Jimin and slowly reached for the bag of flour. 

"What? No, Yoongi, I was kidding. Please don-" before he could plead his way out, Jimin's face was caked with flour. 

Yoongi laughed and sat the bag back down on the counter, "I don't back down. You should know that by now."

Jimin grabbed the bowl of brownie dough and poured it over Yoongi's head. The pair ended up throwing more flour and play wrestling until they were both laying on the floor like idiots. 

"You know- I love you, Jimin-"

"I love you too."

"-but I don't think I can forgive you for ruining a perfectly good batch of fudge brownies."

Yes, that is the last sentence of this book.