1 Bookmark
List of Bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
"Jisung, what… the hell?" There is so much on the floor right now.
Dry ingredients and wet ingredients alike are smeared all over the tiled ground, with Jisung right in the middle, staring at the pile of unmixed cake batter like if he stares at it for long enough time will reverse and it'll end up back on the counter.
Jisung looks at him. Back at the cake lump. Back at him.
"I didn't realise it was so close to the edge."
"Jisung…"
or: yes, it's never too late to celebrate a birthday.