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There were multiple reasons that Jimin had a crush on the most popular guy at school:
- He had the cutest smile
- He always smelled like strawberries
- He was really funny
There were also multiple reasons Jimin shouldn’t have a crush on the most popular guy at school:
- He was really hot
- He had a lot of other cooler friends
- He was way out of Jimin’s league
But matters of the heart were never something to be argued. So, with a sigh, Jimin admitted that he had a grossly heart-crushing, pathetic crush on Kim Taehyung. His best friend, musical genius Min Yoongi, had only asked him if this was supposed to be a new revelation.
Currently, Jimin was stress baking at his family’s bakery. He wasn’t actually baking, to be fair, mostly just playing with fondant and crying. Midterms were coming up soon, he was pretty sure Yoongi was going to abandon him for his band friends, and Taehyung existed. Of course, there was nothing bad about Taehyung existing, just that, well, did he have to look so damn hot every day?
The answer was no.
Jimin paused his finger in the thick, blue mess, holding his breath for a few seconds before blowing out through his mouth. Yoongi had been acting weirdly lately, pulling away from his hugs and always making excuses about practice or studying. Jimin pouted, blonde hair falling into his eyes as he groaned loudly into the air.
He licked the fondant off his finger, grimacing at the sweetness before drawing ingredients for a small vanilla cake. Maybe he could just eat his feelings away. It was well into the night already and Jimin should probably be at his desk studying, but he couldn’t focus . His books were there, staring at him from one of the tables, judging him for being a bad student.
Jimin only stuck his tongue out and turned away.
He was going to fail those exams anyway. The music turned up, loud and angry— one of Yoongi’s raps that he’d posted on Soundcloud and Jimin swallowed the anxious bile in his throat. It was better to be angry than sad, he supposed. The bag of flour lay resting in a brown sack in the pantry and Jimin went to fill his big, pale yellow bowl.
Kneeling on the floor of the dusty pantry had Jimin frowning, careful of his black jeans and white shirt. Just as he scooped flour to pour into the bowl he held against his chest, there was a loud pounding from the front of the store. Jimin floundered, flour spilling all over his shirt and puffing into his face as he shrieked into the air.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Jimin held the plastic bowl in front of himself as a shield as Yoongi continued to spit out of his speaker on the counter. The lights in the kitchen and seating area were on, shining yellow light out of the window and highlighting a tall man. Jimin whimpered under his breath as he neared the kitchen’s door. His parents had chosen to build a half wall between the kitchen and dining area, so customers could watch as they prepared some of the cakes. Most of the actual baking was done in the back of the kitchen though, as it was never good to show any mishaps.
Jimin squeaked as the banging grew louder, too frazzled to attempt grabbing his phone. He neared the door, shocked to hear the beat of rain against the roof, and carefully placed his hands against the cold glass.
“Hello? Please help! Fuck. It’s raining really hard!” A strangely familiar voice shouted, banging their fist against the door. Jimin felt the thrum under his palm and shivered. Considering the voice sounded familiar, and Jimin didn’t know any creepy people, Jimin decided it was safe to open the door. He twisted the knob carefully, light spilling out the door and onto the drenched man and slowly looked up.
It was Kim Taehyung.
Holy shit.
“Uhm.” Yoongi stuttered through his verse in the back.
“Can you please let me in, man? I’m freezing.” Taehyung’s teeth chattered as he spoke and Jimin nodded quickly, allowing the door to open wider so he could step in. He dripped all over the clean, white tiled floor but Jimin didn’t care.
Kim Taehyung was in his family’s bakery.
“Um, I think some of my spare clothes are in the back? Do you…”
“Why are you covered in flour?” Taehyung frowned as he studied Jimin’s form, crossing his arms over his chest. Jimin refrained from slapping himself as he remembered his abandoned sack of flour in the pantry.
“Why are you soaked in water? Obviously I was baking.” Jimin snarked, lips pouted out and a frown etched onto his soft face. Then, his eyes widened and he immediately raised his hands and squeaked: “Sorry! I didn’t mean to be- um, let’s just get you dry.” Jimin cringed and turned away, too fast to notice the surprised smile that adorned Taehyung’s face.
“You’re funny.” Taehyung laughed behind him as he followed and Jimin flushed red. This is the worst .
There was a small place between the pantry and bathrooms, a locker room of sorts, where employees could leave their stuff while they worked. Jimin fluffed his shirt, huffing at the flour that floated to the floor before surfing through his bag. Taehyung sat down on the long, wooden bench that separated the two rows of cubbies. Jimin hurriedly looked away from the spread of his legs. I bet his dick is big .
“Does this work?” Jimin pulled a loose, long-sleeved white shirt out along with dark blue pants. He studied Taehyung’s legs, like he didn’t do it enough already, and nodded satisfiedly.
“Yeah, thanks.” Taehyung stood up, within arm’s length and yanked his shirt off.
Jimin screamed— on the inside of course, he wasn’t crazy.
“I didn’t need to see that!” He covered his eyes, tripping over Taehyung’s wet shirt as he ran out of the room. He took a moment to breathe against the wall, grousing at Taehyung’s happy laughs from inside the room, before he went back to the kitchen.
The music turned off with an aggressive punch of his thumb and Jimin sighed. He looked over the half wall, mouth twisting irritably to see that a little of the flour from the fallen bowl had mixed with the water. Jimin grabbed the mop and stomped over to the mess, locking his jaw in frustration when the goop stuck to the floor.
“Do you need help?” Jimin jumped at Taehyung's deep voice behind him, holding the end of the mop out like a weapon.
"Can you stop scaring me? Jesus fuck…" Taehyung raised his eyebrows at Jimin's tone and jumped onto the table, ruffling Jimin's notes. "Don't touch my stuff."
"Jeez, prickly much? I thought you were supposed to be cute." Jimin paused in his mopping, stomach dropping at the remark before he wiped even more upsetly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jimin growled when a small spot wouldn’t budge, throwing the mop against the wall and retreating into the kitchen. He hated that he was happy about Taehyung following him.
"You know everyone at school talks about you right?" When Jimin only gave him a flat stare, Taehyung gasped: "What? All I ever hear is oh Jimin is so cute and imagine him baking a cake for you, I'd cry ."
Huh.
"You're such a liar." Jimin rolled his eyes, turned his back to Taehyung and scrunched his face. He'd never heard anything like that.
"I'm not! I mean I see it, but you're also really funnily mean." Taehyung laughed behind him, high-pitched and happy. Jimin hid his smile as he washed his hands.
"Hm, whatever. I'm gonna start baking so you can either join or just sit." It was clear that Taehyung had no plans to leave, already comfortable with the blue towel hanging around his neck.
"Oh, I'm not good at that stuff, I'll just watch. I've got a great view anyway." Taehyung winked and Jimin flushed to his embarrassment. Taehyung only grinned brightly and went to pull a stool over to the half wall.
"Don't use your cheap lines on me." His heart was thumping hard, and his hands were clammy where he pulled at his uniform, but Taehyung didn't need to know that. He would stick to this 'funnily mean' persona, whatever that meant.
"My my, Jimin! I only have quality lines, I'm going to win best flirt this year." Taehyung announced proudly and Jimin could hear him puffing his chest out. He was probably smiling that stupid, cute square smile. Their high school has dumb awards announced in the yearbook every year, and Jimin had won 'Best Baby Baker' every year. Maybe everyone really did think he was cute…
"You say it like that's something to be proud of." Jimin scoffed, voice thankfully still clear. Taehyung's eyes felt like lasers where they watched him button up.
"Of course, baby baker." Taehyung cupped his face in his hands, cheeks squished with the action. Jimin told himself he couldn't start crying in front of the boy.
"Tch, you're lucky you're cute." Jimin shook his head and immediately disappeared to the pantry, face blushing red with his words. Fuck , fuck, now he's really done it.
"Oh? Jiminie thinks I'm cute?" Jimin's head hung when he heard Taehyung at the doorway. Would there be nowhere he could take a moment to cry in peace? There was too much happening, especially with the fact that Taehyung was right there.
"Everyone does." Good save, Jimin. He patted himself on the back for that one, before filling his bowl with the needed amount of flour. He knew the recipe like the back of Taehyung's head. (He knew the back of Taehyung's head very well).
"I think you're cute too, if it matters." Of course, you tool, of course it matters. "Would definitely date and smash."
Right.
"Date, huh?" Jimin pressed his lips together to hold himself together, this wasn't the time to start squealing. So what if his crush said he would date him. Whatever. Ha, this was fine.
"Hell yeah! Have you seen your hands? I've wanted to hold those fuckers for forever." Jimin stood up but paused at the words, mouth gaping like a fish. Was there something he was missing here?
"You've thought about my hands?"
Taehyung flushed at that, the light behind him making him glow like the angel he was. So pretty. He rubbed a hand at the back of his head, before he shrugged and nodded smally.
"They're nice hands. Anyway, what are you baking?" Jimin allowed the subject change with one last look at Taehyung's face. He led the way back to the kitchen, smiling when the other followed like a puppy.
"Just a vanilla cake. I'm stress baking so I can't do anything big or I'll feel even worse if I mess up." Taehyung hummed behind him, seated on the counter now as Jimin made sure he had everything ready.
“Are you stressed about midterms?” His legs swung as he watched Jimin patter around the kitchen, head resting against the high cabinet.
“Yeah, and I can’t focus at home so I usually come here.” Jimin placed the carton of eggs next to Taehyung’s thigh, pursing his lips and turning away when Taehyung leaned closer to grin into his face.
“I can help, if you- why’d you run away, come back!” Taehyung’s laugh choked into a squeak when thunder cracked loudly overhead, and Jimin turned with wide eyes. Taehyung had drawn his legs up to his chest, eyes peeking over the soft cotton of his pants. “Sorry, I hate thunderstorms.”
Jimin stepped closer carefully.
“That’s okay. I can turn the music up again.” Taehyung shivered at the flash of lightning, and Jimin leaned over his form to draw the curtains closed on the windows behind him. The lights of the kitchen flashed above them and Jimin cursed, looking over his shoulder for something to help. Just as he made to move away, Taehyung fisted his hands into Jimin’s black uniform.
“Can we hug?” Taehyung’s voice was low, meek and cautious in a way that hurt Jimin’s chest. He didn’t reply, only pulled Taehyung’s head into his chest with a hand on the back of his head and one on his back. Taehyung sighed shakily, breath hot where it blew against Jimin’s heart. He hoped Taehyung thought his quick heartbeat was due to the thunder and not the fact that his crush was hugging him.
Wait.
Oh my god . Jimin froze under Taehyung’s head, eyes wide as he stared at the dark curtain in front of him. His crush was hugging him. Kim Taehyung was hugging him. Jimin felt heat rush to his face, suddenly conscious of where Taehyung’s hands had fallen to clutch at his hips, where Taehyung’s brown hair tickled his nose, where his lips were pressed to his chest.
I need to get away before I combust.
“Why don’t you bake with me? Distractions could help.” Jimin pulled away, forcing himself not to overthink the disappointed pout Taehyung gave him. The other boy sighed across from him, fingers still playing with Jimin’s shirt before he nodded slowly.
“Okay. But, can we play softer music? No offense to Yoongi.” Jimin smiled and nodded, handing his phone to Taehyung as he jumped off the counter. He moved back to where he’d set his ingredients out, pausing when a soft guitar started. He turned to see Taehyung swaying to the music, so gorgeous with the yellow light warming his face. Jimin took a moment to smile and admire before he spoke.
“You know Yoongi?” Taehyung blinked his eyes open, and nodded as he danced towards Jimin. He took Jimin’s hands in his, ignoring the boy’s panicked yelp, and pulled him closer.
“Yeah, you know him?” The duo’s voices flowed well with the guitar and Jimin fell into Taehyung’s embrace with only minimal shyness. Taehyung’s hands were gentle around his waist and Jimin carefully placed his hands on his shoulders. Taehyung smiled down at him and Jimin felt his heart flutter along with the music.
“He’s my best friend.” It wasn’t a surprise that Taehyung didn’t know that; the two of them never hung out together at school. Jimin stayed with his culinary class friends and Yoongi was always with his band friends. His chest twisted at the reminder of the new drift between them. Whatever, doesn’t matter.
“Oh really? That’s cool.” Jimin nodded and moved away from Taehyung as the music switched to a more upbeat tune, unwrapping his block of butter. “Aren’t your parents worried?” Taehyung stood next to him, peeking over his shoulder curiously as Jimin added butter and sugar to his stand mixer.
“No, they’re used to it. Baking is like my safe haven.” Jimin smiled, glancing at Taehyung out of the corner of his eye, before starting to beat the mixture at a medium speed. “Can you preheat the oven to 350 degrees for me?”
“Yeah sure.” Taehyung crouched in front of the oven, twisting the knobs until he was satisfied. “That’s cute though. I usually just eat burgers when I’m stressed.”
“ Burgers ?” Jimin laughed and Taehyung grinned, bounding over to Jimin’s side again. “That’s an interesting food to pick.” There was still a minute of beating left before Jimin could move onto the next step.
“Hey, burgers are great! It sucks though, cause I just bloat and my face is all puffy in the morning.” Taehyung scrunched his nose at the thought, lips twisted to the side in displeasure.
“I bet you looked really cute.” Maybe if you could shut the fuck up, Jimin .
“Yeah?” Taehyung leaned into his space, face poised in a flower pose as he blinked curiously at Jimin. Help, help, he’s too pretty. The mixer behind him whirred to a stop and Jimin turned away, breathing harshly as he made sure it had the right texture.
“Get me an egg, please?” Hopefully, Taehyung would just forget the question. He handed Jimin an egg, eyes intense as they bore into the side of his face.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable so I’m sorry…”
“Don’t apologize! Please , don’t apologise, Taehyung. It’s fine, I’m just shy.” Jimin made a face at the counter, wanting to slap himself. Stupid Taehyung and his sweet apologies.
“M’kay, don’t worry about that stuff. I already said I would date you.” Taehyung smiled and giggled as he jumped back onto the counter, grabbing the rolling pin to play with it. Jimin muffled his sob into his elbow. Why are you so cute?
“Why would you date me?” Jimin was careful as he added the dry mix of flour, baking powder, and salt to the mixer. Taehyung hummed next to him, taking his time to think as Jimin started the mixer again. The oven beeped to signal that it was preheated.
“You’re cute and as far as I know, a total sweetheart. I’ve never really seen you around school, which sucks, but all of my friends love you. Oh my god, Jungkook doesn’t shut up, honestly.” Taehyung rolled his eyes and Jimin smiled. Jungkook was his favorite of Taehyung’s friends.
“Jungkook’s so cute, though. Definitely would date.” Taehyung grunted behind him as Jimin went to grab two circular baking trays. “I would date you too. Obviously.” Jimin used the pans to hide his face, already flushed with embarrassment. He hated voicing this kind of shit out loud.
“Let’s stop talking about other guys then. Why do you wanna date me, huh?” Taehyung jumped off the counter, crowding Jimin against the edge next to the oven instead. Jimin ducked his head and blushed to the tips of his ears. “Man, you’re so fucking adorable.”
“Shut up.” Jimin continued to stare at Taehyung’s collarbones, the white material complementing his tanned skin well.
“Make me.”
Oh for fuck’s sake.
Taehyung laughed above him, melting into Jimin’s frame while the boy blushed red. Jimin held onto the pans tightly, breathing Taehyung’s rich cologne in, damn of course he smelled amazing.
“Let me bake . Stop playing around.” Jimin pushed the flat surface of the pans against Taehyung’s stomach and the boy acquiesced, grin wide on his face.
“You’re so cute though! Are you saying you don’t wanna kiss me?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow skeptically and Jimin simply huffed and turned away. “Aw, wait, ‘m sorry Jimin. Don’t get mad.”
“Just go sit at the table, I’ll put these in the oven. I’m studying after this so you can’t talk, okay?” Taehyung nodded, backing away and leaving towards where Jimin’s notes were messily sprawled out. Jimin watched him go for a few seconds, guilt festering in his stomach because he didn’t want to make Taehyung feel bad , but he really couldn’t mess up.
Jimin evenly spread the batter into the two tins, heading to the oven and setting it in safely. He turned an alarm for thirty minutes, before heading to where Taehyung was sitting.
“Oh my god, Jimin, what’s this?” Jimin raised his eyebrows when he reached Taehyung, moving his eyes to where his notebook lay open— oh shit. In bright red ink, and definitely Jimin’s handwriting, were three words:
Jimin + Taehyung .
Oh my god.
While Jimin prayed for the ground to swallow him, Taehyung was smiling wide down at the paper. He wasn’t the type to make fun of people seriously , but what if he thought it was weird? Did this make everything awkward? I’ve only been with him for half an hour and I’ve already ruined it.
“I didn’t know you wanted a dog! I have a little Pomeranian back home.” Taehyung looked up from his chair, smile so sweet and eyes wide with excitement. I’m going to cry .
“Oh, yeah, a dog .” Jimin’s voice cracked on the last word and he fell into the chair next to Taehyung’s, gently placing his head on top of his textbook so the red words glared at him. Right under it though, in plain black ink, were the words: I want a dog :(
“Anyway, moving on! I looked over what you’re studying and I should be able to help. How much time till that’s done?” Taehyung vaguely pointed towards the kitchen and Jimin straightened up.
“Oh, um, thirty minutes. You don’t have to help though, I just get distracted at home which is why I come here.” Jimin yanked his notebook closer, flipping to a random page just so he didn’t have to look at those stupid words.
“Ah, I see. Can I borrow your Physics textbook, then? It’s my first exam.” Taehyung pouted his lips in distaste before he took the book from Jimin’s hands. “Thanks!”
It was quiet for the first ten minutes, a feat with how active Taehyung had been the rest of the night. He was completely focused though, drawing diagrams and solving weird problems on a paper he’d ripped from Jimin’s notebook. In fact, he wasn’t even the problem: it was Jimin . He couldn’t focus with Taehyung’s elbow brushing his, and even though Taehyung was clearly studying, Jimin wanted to pull him away and talk more. You need to study, Jimin.
He flicked his pen back and forth, eyes staring just shy of where Taehyung bit into the end of his pen. His lips were so pink. Jimin wanted to kiss him. Jimin huffed throatily before turning away, but his mind wouldn’t shift, it was stuck on the sight of Taehyung’s lips. Jimin rested his chin in the palm of his hand and closed his eyes.
He swiped the table of all their materials, seating his ass on the table so all Taehyung could look at was him. He crossed one leg over the other, the hand supporting him sliding farther away so he was basically laying down on the table. Taehyung gasped, hands over his mouth and eyes wide with want.
“Jimin, you’re so hot.” Taehyung breathed in hornily, standing up so fast that his chair screeched across the floor. “Let’s make out.” Jimin looked up at him through his eyelashes and smirked, crooking a finger so Taehyung would come closer.
Immediately, Jimin surged up to close the gap, fingers tight in Taehyung’s silky hair. Taehyung moaned against his lips, hands grappling on Jimin’s waist before they separated with a harsh exhale.
“Oh, Taehyung, you’re the sexiest man.” Jimin leaned in to ravish Taehyung’s mouth again—
“Jimin?” He pushed the voice away, turning his face and whining when he realised his dream had ended. He blinked his eyes open slowly, face blushing bright red and mouth gaping when he saw Taehyung’s worried frown. “You fell asleep, and you were making these weird whining noises…”
“Cool! Don’t worry about it! Let’s study, I love studying.” Jimin sat up in his seat, wiping his drool away harshly and nodding so hard that he swore his neck was going to snap off.
“Uh, okay. Let me know if I can help.”
You can help by kissing me .
“What?” Taehyung’s lips were parted, a twinkle of amusement shining through the confusion in his eyes. “I thought you didn’t want me to kiss you.”
“Who said anything about kissing?” Jimin’s voice was a panicked squeak, thinking back to his stupid, embarrassing dream.
“You did, babe. You just said that I can help by kissing you.” Oh.
“No, I didn’t. You’re hearing things.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m not. You’re the one that’s been sleeping.”
“Pretty sure isn’t completely sure, so you’re wrong. Let’s stud-”
“You know I want to kiss you right? Like, it’s not a forced thing...unless you really don’t want me to.” Taehyung’s eyes were sharp when Jimin met them.
“Oh, really? That’s nice um...like, yeah.” Jimin grimaced at his awkward answer, ducking his head and staring at the patch of drool that had wet his paper. A finger poised under his chin raised his head up, Taehyung’s face closer than it had ever been. Jimin’s eyes unconsciously fell to Taehyung’s lips, licking at his own with an audible swallow.
“Do you want me to kiss you, Jimin?”
Jimin looked into Taehyung’s eyes to gauge if he was serious, that this wasn’t just to play with his feelings. He was surprised to see how nervous Taehyung was too, his other hand clenched at his thigh and eyes flicking from Jimin’s lips up to his eyes.
“Yeah.” It was a soft breath, only one word, but it was enough to break the dam. Taehyung leaned in, eyes fluttering closed and Jimin took a sharp breath in. Their lips pressed together, soft and slow as the rain continued to beat against the roof and soft music played from the kitchen. Jimin’s hands stayed stiff in his lap, eyes shut and lips careful as they pressed harder against Taehyung’s.
“You can touch me, y’know.” Taehyung pulled away to smile, gentle and beautiful and most definitely still the man of Jimin’s dreams. Jimin laughed softly and nodded, letting his arms loop around Taehyung’s warm neck before he tilted his head up for more.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before.” Jimin admitted with a shy smile, and Taehyung’s lips parted in shock. Just as Taehyung opened his mouth to speak, Jimin brought him closer to press a soft kiss to his lips. He pulled away quickly, blushing to the tips of his ears when Taehyung only stared at him.
“You are the sweetest boy in the whole world, holy shit. How had no one kissed you?” Jimin pushed a palm against Taehyung’s chest, nose scrunched bashfully.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.” Taehyung grinned and Jimin laughed, throwing his head back before pulling him into a kiss. It was still slow, but Jimin let his hands tangle into Taehyung’s collar, the other feeling his heart thud under his palm. How cute.
“You know, I’ve had a crush on you for, like, a year.” Jimin grinned when Taehyung gasped, chair screeching as he pushed closer. The warm yellow light fell into his face and made his brown eyes glow golden.
“Really? I’m honored. I probably have a crush on you too, at this point.” Taehyung stuck his tongue out in thought before Jimin pulled at his shirt.
“Kiss me more.” Taehyung leaned in to laugh into Jimin’s shoulder and he flushed again. “The alarm is gonna ring soon!” At that, Taehyung looked over to the kitchen and frowned.
“Stupid cake, I just wanna make out with the cutest boy!” Taehyung shouted in the direction of the kitchen and Jimin giggled into his chest, fingers clenched in the soft material of his shirt.
“You’re so dumb.”
“I’m cute though so it’s fine.” Taehyung pulled Jimin away to grin, pressing chaste, open mouthed kisses on his lips. “Kiss me back, baby.” Jimin choked on his spit at the nickname, ignoring Taehyung’s happy squeals and straddling him on his chair.
“You’re really lucky I like you.” Jimin frowned and Taehyung looked up at him happily, hands looped around his hips.
“I am.” Jimin floundered for a few seconds, cheeks blushing pink before Taehyung leaned up to kiss his lips. They were soft and thin as they moulded against Jimin’s, and he sighed softly. Taehyung pulled him closer, hand cupping Jimin’s cheeks as the boy got comfortable on his lap. Just as Taehyung’s tongue teased at his lips, the alarm rang.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Fuck you too!” Taehyung broke the kiss to call out, cute frown etched onto his face. Jimin laughed loudly, and pressed another kiss to the boy’s pout before standing up.
“Let’s go, hot stuff.” Taehyung turned to grin at Jimin, jumping up and grabbing Jimin’s hand in his. Jimin didn’t bother hiding his smile this time.
Taehyung sat on the counter as Jimin pulled the two tins out, checking with a toothpick before setting them on a cooling rack. Finally, he moved towards Taehyung, lips still kissed red.
“We have to wait a bit for them to get cooled.” Jimin jumped up on the counter next to him, looking the other way as his legs swung.
“Great! Let’s make out.” Taehyung poked Jimin’s bicep but he shook his head, moving away.
“As much as I want to, I actually like watching this part.” Jimin smiled apologetically and Taehyung waved his words away.
“It’s cool. What do you like about it?” Taehyung shifted closer, letting his pinky touch Jimin’s in a shy invitation to hold hands. Jimin didn’t take it and Taehyung sighed under his breath. What does a guy gotta do to get his hand held around here?
“It’s funny to watch them. I don’t know.” Jimin ducked his head and shrugged and Taehyung smiled, throwing an arm around Jimin’s shoulders. Thankfully, he moved closer into Taehyung’s side.
“You’re cute.” Taehyung hummed and rested his head against Jimin’s, fingers tapping along to the music. Jimin smiled shyly and closed his eyes. Taehyung’s chest made the perfect pillow.
It was around ten minutes later that Jimin was jumping off the counter excitedly. Taehyung followed him, watching curiously as he flipped it over neatly. Woah, that’s kinda hot.
“Now decorating!” Jimin clapped his hands, grabbing the bowl of buttercream frosting and placing it on the counter. “Do you wanna try? It’s pretty easy, you just cover the sides and the top of the cake. We do one layer at a time, okay?”
Taehyung nodded and took the spatula Jimin gave him, slowly dipping it in the cream and applying it to the cake. He looked over to where Jimin was doing the same to the other cake, lips parting at how smoothly the cream was applied.
“Baby, you have to spread it around.” Taehyung blinked out of his daze, flushing and nodding before turning back to the cake. He carefully applied it, glancing at Jimin’s every now and then to make sure he was doing it right.
“Do we get to eat this?” The smell of warm, vanilla cake had Taehyung’s stomach growling. Jimin nodded and Taehyung smiled, sated. It was once they were both done frosting that Jimin disappeared to another counter.
“We’re gonna put some strawberries on it, is that okay?” Taehyung wasn’t listening, already reaching for one of the ripe strawberries with wide eyes. Jimin slapped his hand away, frowning. “You can’t eat them yet, Taehyung.”
“I love strawberries. Let me eat just one.” Taehyung pushed into Jimin’s space, fingers light on the small of his back as he pouted. “ Please , Jimin?” He leaned down to press a soft kiss to Jimin’s cheek, nosing in while Jimin giggled.
“No! You can eat them when the cake is done.” Jimin pulled him closer, turning his chin so he could press a kiss to Taehyung’s pouty lips. Taehyung smiled and popped a strawberry into his mouth, the juice spilling sticky from his mouth when Jimin pinched his side.
“Ow, babe, it’s just one.”
“I know. I just wanted to pinch you.” Jimin grinned and wiped the juice from Taehyung’s lips, sucking it into his mouth. Taehyung stayed gaping at the back of his head.
“Okay, chopping these will be easy but the placement is very important.” Taehyung pressed against Jimin’s back to watch him. Once the strawberries were chopped, Taehyung stole another one to Jimin’s discontent, they began placing them on the cake.
“Jimin, this is hard.” Taehyung whined, on his knees as he plopped a half strawberry onto the top of the cake. Jimin only flicked his ear and meticulously placed his own down.
“Stop whining, we’re almost done.”
He was right, after two more strawberry halves, the circle was complete. Taehyung made a big show of wiping the sweat off his forehead and Jimin pushed him away fondly.
“Oh, the rain stopped.” Jimin placed the cake on the table, Taehyung having moved their papers aside.
“Let’s eat this and then I’ll drive you home.” Taehyung nodded and sat back in his seat, paper plate ready in his hands. Jimin cut a piece out for him and one for himself.
“So, um, this was fun.” Taehyung nodded and Jimin looked up from where he was taking a forkful of cake.
“Yeah.”
“Weshouldmaybedoitagain?” Taehyung stuffed his mouth of cake after the messy question, avoiding Jimin’s eyes as he savored the flavor. “This is really good!”
“Thank you, but what did you say before?” Jimin ate his own fork of cake and Taehyung smiled, awkward and shy.
“We should do it again? Only if you want to, I mean, like, if you’re into me.”
“I literally told you I have a crush on you.” Taehyung ducked his head abashedly, nodding slowly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it to sound like that. Of course I would love to do this again.”
“Really?”
“Taehyung.”
“Great! It’s a date.” Taehyung nodded, happily swallowing another bite of cake. Jimin smiled to himself, heart clenching with excitement. With the light’s warm glow behind them, Taehyung looked like an angel. He blew Jimin a kiss and winked, and Jimin flushed to the tips of his ears. Taehyung’s laugh echoed happily and Jimin pouted, but Taehyung only leaned in to kiss him, breath smelling of sweet strawberries and vanilla.
It’s a date.