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Her, Hers
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Classic Milanese panettone with candied orange, served with mascarpone
Seungwan’s second batch of dough was now in the oven, beautifully rising (her words), beautifully puffing up (also her words), beautifully browning (fact), and beautifully filling up the paper molds it’s in (also fact). Seungwan had given them an egg bath and garnished them with with crystal sugar. Joohyun knew the process after this was the most fun, or at least that’s what she’d gathered when they were in Milan. Taken out of the oven, the bread then had to be hung upside down to prevent it from caving into itself due to all that butter and to let it absorb more air. The rest was just gravity’s work. What used to be a dough the size of half of the mold would grow into its signature cupola shape. What had been a full two-day of process should now end.
Seungwan’s timer went off ten minutes before midnight. Yawning, she rose from the couch where she sat with Joohyun watching the latest episode of Sooyoung’s drama and headed to the kitchen. Joohyun paused the episode, mentally marked the time and scene, and followed after her. On the kitchen island, she saw Seungwan had laid a couple of thin skewers and fish hooks. The whole kitchen smelled of butter, egg, and sugar the moment Seungwan opened the oven door. She helped Seungwan hold the bread upside down while Seungwan punctured its bottom, hooked it to its supports, and hung it on the ceiling wine glass rack. At 00:25, all five bread molds were neatly hung til they’re ready for consumption.
Such beautiful babies, Seungwan said, watching the bread gently swaying in the air.
Joohyun pressed herself against Seungwan’s back, chin on her shoulder and arms around her waist. Good job, chef. And happy birthday.
Seungwan snickered and laughed. Joohyun cupped her chin, tilted her head to the side, and kissed her mouth, cool and soft and sweet with fruits and sweet wine they’d snacked on earlier. She chased and chased after Seungwan, and when they parted they’re both noticeably short-winded.
Please don’t tell anyone I’m here baking on my birthday instead of doing some kinky fuckery, Seungwan told her, swallowing another yawn. Want you, eonnie, but don’t wanna fall asleep right after. Wanna talk to you and kiss you and talk again and kiss you again and again.
She chuckled against Seungwan’s temple. It’s okay. We have time. Bed now?
Mm-hmm. Bed now.