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writetomyheart2015-07-06 12:09 am
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-07-06 12:09 am
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[team sonic] starry eyed
Starting word from here.
This is only my second time writing BTS so I apologize in advance. The title is from Starry Eyed by Ellie Goulding.
"Work at it." And with that statement, Seokjin leaves the room. Jimin looks at the mess he's made of the kitchen and sighs. It's not easy to make a cake.
Hey you want to go see a movie? A message from Taehyung pops up on the screen, and Jimin seriously considers it for about three seconds before he remembers that he probably wants to go see some kind of romance. Romance is good and all, but right now he needs to make this cake or he's going to be cut out of the rest of his own real life romance.
Annoying Mother's Day.
Jimin pushes half of everything aside and starts over.
What feels like ten hours later but is probably considerably less, he pushes back sweaty bangs with a sticky hand and surveys his handiwork. He has a sneaking suspicion that a spatula wasn't the best thing to ice the cake with, but he was too tired to look for something else, and after the top layer fell on the ground and he had to reconstruct it with extra buttercream frosting, Jimin wasn't about to be picky.
It looks like a cake, kind of. The strawberries arranged on the top help anyway. It doesn't look anything like the cake Seokjin had baked earlier and Jimin had accidentally eaten out of the refrigerator. Well, not accidentally, but he wasn't thinking and the concept of Mother's Day had definitely not connected with the cake in the fridge.
I wonder if Seokjin is really mad. It's kind of scary when he does that, because it just doesn't happen.
Jimin thinks about his face, more tired and disappointed than angry as he'd walked out the door, and looks at the cake again. It's not good enough. The cake he ate is swirling around guility in his stomach as he hears the key in the front door.
"Seokjin?" Jimin calls, hoping that it's somehow Jeongguk or something instead, coming to crash on the couch and play Wii, though Jeongguk doesn't have the keys to his apartment so that would be even more worrisome. I should just stop thinking.
Seokjin walks into the kitchen and Jimin cringes slightly, looking at the mess that's engulfed the counter again, flour spilling onto the floor, broken eggshells and the milk he knocked over somehow.
But Seokjin isn't looking at the mess. His gaze is fixed on—
the cake.
"You made a cake?" he asks, and his voice sounds soft in the sudden silence. Jimin just nods.
"You actually make a cake." Seokjin is grinning, Jimin can hear it in his voice, and he looks up through his eyes to where he can see his boyfriend, bags and bundles and what looks suspiciously like a cake box. . .
"You bought a cake?" Jimin asks, and looks at the mess he's made. "You bought a cake?!"
"Well I didn't think you'd actually make it," Seokjin says, and sets his bundles down on the table before coming around the counter to wipe some flour off Jimin's face with his hands. "You're so cute."
"I made a cake for nothing!" Jimin still can't get over it. All that work. But Seokjin wraps his arms around Jimin from the back and pulls him into a warm hug, whispering in his ear.
"You made me a cake."
And as Jimin sinks back into the warmth, he thinks that it might not have been that bad after all.
This is only my second time writing BTS so I apologize in advance. The title is from Starry Eyed by Ellie Goulding.
"Work at it." And with that statement, Seokjin leaves the room. Jimin looks at the mess he's made of the kitchen and sighs. It's not easy to make a cake.
Hey you want to go see a movie? A message from Taehyung pops up on the screen, and Jimin seriously considers it for about three seconds before he remembers that he probably wants to go see some kind of romance. Romance is good and all, but right now he needs to make this cake or he's going to be cut out of the rest of his own real life romance.
Annoying Mother's Day.
Jimin pushes half of everything aside and starts over.
What feels like ten hours later but is probably considerably less, he pushes back sweaty bangs with a sticky hand and surveys his handiwork. He has a sneaking suspicion that a spatula wasn't the best thing to ice the cake with, but he was too tired to look for something else, and after the top layer fell on the ground and he had to reconstruct it with extra buttercream frosting, Jimin wasn't about to be picky.
It looks like a cake, kind of. The strawberries arranged on the top help anyway. It doesn't look anything like the cake Seokjin had baked earlier and Jimin had accidentally eaten out of the refrigerator. Well, not accidentally, but he wasn't thinking and the concept of Mother's Day had definitely not connected with the cake in the fridge.
I wonder if Seokjin is really mad. It's kind of scary when he does that, because it just doesn't happen.
Jimin thinks about his face, more tired and disappointed than angry as he'd walked out the door, and looks at the cake again. It's not good enough. The cake he ate is swirling around guility in his stomach as he hears the key in the front door.
"Seokjin?" Jimin calls, hoping that it's somehow Jeongguk or something instead, coming to crash on the couch and play Wii, though Jeongguk doesn't have the keys to his apartment so that would be even more worrisome. I should just stop thinking.
Seokjin walks into the kitchen and Jimin cringes slightly, looking at the mess that's engulfed the counter again, flour spilling onto the floor, broken eggshells and the milk he knocked over somehow.
But Seokjin isn't looking at the mess. His gaze is fixed on—
the cake.
"You made a cake?" he asks, and his voice sounds soft in the sudden silence. Jimin just nods.
"You actually make a cake." Seokjin is grinning, Jimin can hear it in his voice, and he looks up through his eyes to where he can see his boyfriend, bags and bundles and what looks suspiciously like a cake box. . .
"You bought a cake?" Jimin asks, and looks at the mess he's made. "You bought a cake?!"
"Well I didn't think you'd actually make it," Seokjin says, and sets his bundles down on the table before coming around the counter to wipe some flour off Jimin's face with his hands. "You're so cute."
"I made a cake for nothing!" Jimin still can't get over it. All that work. But Seokjin wraps his arms around Jimin from the back and pulls him into a warm hug, whispering in his ear.
"You made me a cake."
And as Jimin sinks back into the warmth, he thinks that it might not have been that bad after all.