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🍰┆sweet disaster
kang yeosang x gn! reader
│synopsis: the one with the failed cake
│genre: fluff
│trigger warnings: none
│ prompt 10 + yeosang + baking
You were on the verge of a mental breakdown, in the middle of the kitchen, flour everywhere, as you desperately tried to bake Yeosang an anniversary cake. You wanted to do something for him, something that would scream how much you loved him. You weren’t good at crafting, so a handmade gift was out of the question, but baking? You thought, what could be hard about baking?
Turns out, everything. The recipe you found online looked simple enough, but three hours in and you had managed to burn the first attempt, drop the second one on the floor, and now this third one just wouldn’t rise properly. Your hands were shaking, tears threatening to spill over as you stared at the sad excuse of a cake before you.
That’s when you heard the front door open and close. Yeosang wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour. You panicked, trying to hide the mess, but it was too late. He walked into the kitchen, eyes widening at the disaster zone that greeted him.
“What happened here?” he asked, taking in your flour-covered form and the failed cake attempts.
“I-I just wanted to make you something special for our anniversary,” you stammered, feeling defeated. “But I can’t even get a simple cake right.” You were supposed to surprise him with something beautiful, not this chaotic mess. Yeosang moved through the disaster zone with careful steps, coming to stand in front of you. He reached out, gently wiping a smudge of flour from your cheek with his thumb. “I… I just wanted to…” you stammer, your hands still covered in flour and batter. “The recipe looked so easy online, and I thought I could surprise you with something special, but nothing went right, and I kept messing up, and now you’re home early and everything’s ruined and—” Your rambling explanation tumbles out in a rush, words tripping over each other as you try to justify the kitchen catastrophe surrounding you both. You gesture wildly at the failed cake attempts, accidentally flinging a bit of batter onto Yeosang’s shirt in the process. You gasp, horrified as a glob of cake batter lands right on his white shirt. “Oh no! I’m so sorry, I—” But before you can finish your apology, Yeosang breaks into laughter, you freeze, your mouth dropping open slightly.
His laughter turns into a fond smile as he shakes his head. “You’readorable.” Yeosang chuckles, watching you fumble with your words. “Didn’texpectmetosaythat,huh?”
You stare at him, unable to fully process how he can be so calm in the middle of your culinary disaster. Yeosang hands gently come to rest on your flour-dusted shoulders as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. The way he looks at you—like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen, failed cake and all—makes something warm bloom in your chest.
“You know,” he says softly, “this is actually the best anniversary gift I could have asked for.”
“A complete kitchen disaster?”
He shakes his head, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “No. Seeing how much you care. How much effort you put into trying to make something special for me.” His thumb traces your jawline, “That means more to me than any perfectly baked cake ever could.”
“I still wanted it to be perfect for you,” you mumble, unable to hide your disappointment despite his words.
Yeosang laughs softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looks at you with such affection that it makes your heart skip. “You’re perfect,” he whispers, leaning in closer. His hand cups your cheek, “Messy kitchen and all.” Before you can protest further, he closes the distance between you, pressing his lips softly against yours. The kiss is gentle at first, then deepens as he pulls you closer, completely unconcerned about the flour and batter that transfers to his clothes. When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours. “I love you,” he breathes, the words falling softly between you. “Not for what you can bake me, but for who you are. For moments like this.” Despite the mess surrounding you both, this moment feels perfect in its own chaotic way. Yeosang’s smile, the warm press of his body against yours, and the genuine love in his eyes make all your failed baking attempts worth it. “So,” he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “want to try baking together? I’m not much better at it, but I think we could make a decent mess together.”
You can’t help but laugh, the tension finally melting away as you nod. “I’d like that.”
As Yeosang rolls up his sleeves and reaches for a clean mixing bowl, you realize that sometimes the most perfect moments come from the most imperfect situations. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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