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Although I wouldn’t have considered it a passion, I did consider it a hobby. I didn’t boast about what I made, or thought it praise-worthy; I was just happy the creations I made were edible, and the process was fun as well. I guess it started when I was young, watching cooking shows when there weren’t any cartoons on during Saturday afternoons.

Sure, watching people cook was cool enough, and I could do that, but my favorite parts were when they baked. Baking to me was a whole other level, something that required more intricacies and poise. One too many a stir could ruin an entire recipe, and extra spoonful of sugar could make it come out flat. Anything and everything mattered in creating the final result.

Well, maybe, if I was up at that level, but I wasn’t, so that extra spoonful of sugar didn’t hurt too much. But still, it might have been the thrill of making something come out of the oven successfully, or the guilty pleasure of eating something that was so good, but perhaps bad for my health, that attracted me to baking. Either way, I was happy to share this hobby of mine.

“Sun Mi ya, are you sure it’s supposed to be this way?”

I looked over into the mixing bowl and wasn’t surprised to see the dough looking lumpy.

“Yes Ki Bum ah. Did you read the recipe?”

“Yeah, I did. ‘Mix flour, sugar, salt, and then add in butter pieces.”

“And mix till the mixture crumbles,” I continued. “It needs a bit more mixing Ki Bum.”

He looked at me and then at the dough he was mixing with, poking at it with the wooden spoon.

“Isn’t the dough supposed to stick together?”

“Not this one, at least not until we press it into the pan.”

“Oh, okay.”

He continued his mixing with renewed vigor and I smiled to myself, continuing with the fruits I was cutting for the top of the fruit tart.

“Do you bake often?” Ki bum asked me a few moments later.

“When I have the time in between classes and work, yes. Or when I’m craving something.”

“Like today?”

I gave him a smirk, and then turned back to the fruits, but not before saying:

“Well observed.”

He blushed and kept on mixing, giving me the bowl to check the dough a little while later. I nodded upon seeing that the dough looked crumbled enough, he then started pressing it into the tart pan.

“Yeah, well, I pride myself in my observation skills,” He said.

“Really now?”

“Of course. You even acknowledged it just now, didn’t you?”

I smiled amusedly and shook my head. Was he flirting with me right now?

“Something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong at all. I’m fine.”

“I was referring to the dough.”

I looked over to see him with a mischievous smile and I rolled my eyes in response, trying to hide the blush that was spreading across my cheeks. Clearing my throat, I nodded

“Yeah, that looks fine. Just make sure it’s even.”

“And then into the freezer for 15 minutes?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

I placed the last of the fruit onto the plate and turned towards the sink to wash the cutting board and knife I had been using. I was rinsing off everything a little later when Ki bum spoke up.

“Do you know what else would be right?”

I turned around drying my hands, looking at him curiously, but his back was still turned to me.

“What would be right?”

“Us.”

I looked at him with a blush making its way across my face again. He turned around to look at me a few moments later, and I averted my eyes, taking in a deep breath before looking at him again.

“Us, huh?”

“Yes, us,” he said looking embarrassed to say the least, but seeing that made my nervousness go away.

“You know what I think?”

He looked at me wordlessly, waiting for my response.

“I think ‘us’ would be right too.”

We both connected gazes and grins spread across our faces as soon as we both realized the feeling was mutual.

Who knew a bit of baking would lead to this?

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