Idol Producer Imagines

Bi Wenjun

word count- 1050
type- fluff

I flutter my eyes open to see a sleeping Wenjun nuzzled into his pillow and blanket. His bare chest pressed against the sheets, god he's adorable. Kicking my feet free from my covers, I leave Wenjun in the bed, safe in the sheets of the fluffy bed.

Carefully I run my fingers through his hair, watching his eyes twitch when I continue to run my fingers through his delicate hair. I shuffle across the soft carpet to the dresser to check the time on my phone.'10:47' it reads. I yawn and rub my eye with the back of my hand. I grab my phone from its charger and walk downstairs. Scrolling through weibo as I walk down the hall into the kitchen.

"French toast, potato scones or waffles?" I sigh staring into the open fridge.

"Or maybe bacon? Wait, wait...no, pancakes?" I move my fingers through my hair and untangle the knots.

"You know what, I'm gonna make French toast." I finally decide and take out the bread, eggs, vanilla, milk and cinnamon placing them on the counter. Opening the cabinet door, I find a perfect size bowl and pour the ingredients inside and begin to make the French toast.

My hands find the power button of the stove and I set a temperate for the oven top. The flare ignites and I place a greased pan over top. Piece by piece I dunk the bread in the milk/cinnamon mixture and place it into the pan. The smell of vanilla and sweet sugar fills the air, in seconds. I feel my hair move away from my shoulder and soft lips are placed where my hair was. I turn my head to see a groggy Wenjun, staring back at me.

"Hey" he says wrapping his arms around my waist securing his hands in front of my stomach.

"Hey." I giggle, and I feel his chest move against my back.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" He asks releasing one hand to fix his hair.

"Cause you looked tired and I don't know, I felt bad, so I was going to bring you and I breakfast in bed."

"You felt bad?"

"Yeah" I laugh slightly, flipping a piece of toast in the pan, "I felt bad waking you up when you looked all comfy." He presses his chin to my shoulder and nuzzles into my neck.

"I love you." I smile weakly at his words, "I love you too Wenjun." We stand there for awhile his arms around me and my hand pressed against his.

"This is the last one." I declare placing the crisp French toast on a plate with the others.

"How many did you make?"

"Six, I didn't know if you were going to be hungry or not so I'd rather have extra then not enough." I say turning off the stove. I hear him mumble 'true' before leaving me and opening the closet and grabbing two glasses. He fills them with water and puts two ice cubes in each. He places them on the table and turns back to the closet.

"Powdered sugar?" He asks turning to face me with the bag in his hands.

"Sure." I smile and he does too. Slowly, he walks over and places the bag on the counter next to me.

"Get that." I say pointing to a high shelf.

"What you can't reach it?" He chuckles knowing our height difference. I blush and nod, "Here you go." He says handing me the sugar sifter. He leans back on the edge of the counter.

"Thanks." I mumble turning away from him letting my hair cover my face. I pour the sugar into the sifter and pull the lever releasing the sugar on the toast. His fingers pull my hair away and he tucks the pieces behind my ear but I ignore him pretending to focus on the breakfast in front of me. His soft lips connect with cheek and he walks away to the table.