“What did you do?”

Jongdae grins, skipping over to the doorway to meet Minseok, who’s staring at the kitchen, open-mouthed.

“Do you like it?”

“What…why…huh?” Minseok looks at him in confusion as Jongdae takes his bag, setting it on one of the chairs he’s pushed over to the side of their tiny kitchen.

“I thought we could make cookies today.”

“I guessed as much,” says Minseok faintly, surveying the rolls of dough and the cookie toppings just waiting to be used. Cookie cutters are sprawled over the counter. “You really went all out, huh?”

Jongdae nods happily. “Yeah. I got three kinds of frosting, chocolate chips, white chocolate chips because I know you like them better than the regular, probably ten different sprinkles-I got whatever was on sale-and tons of dough! I think we could make maybe seventy cookies? Eighty? I don’t know.” He shrugs one shoulder. “Math isn’t important right now.”

“So you had a lot of free time today,” comments Minseok, slipping off his coat. “You didn’t have class?”

“No. It’s mostly just study hall. We have exams next week.” Jongdae waves that away carelessly. “But enough about that. Come on!” He tugs at Minseok’s hand, leading the elder to the table. “I have everything ready! We can even play music!”

He excitedly goes to the radio, starting to switch through the different stations. His boyfriend watches, amused.

“I’d much rather have just you sing for me.”

“You’ll get that too,” Jongdae says cheekily, settling on a station. “So now that that’s done with…I have the dough right here and we can roll it out and everything.”

“Don’t forget flour,” Minseok reminds him, searching the pantry for the aforementioned necessity. “We need that to keep it from sticking.”

“Of course.” Jongdae reaches for a snowman cutter, waiting for the other to pour flour over the table and set the dough on top of it, starting to roll it out nicely.

“You know, I should really just let you make cookies,” he comments. “I’ll just watch.”

“Why?”

Jongde winks. “Because a man that can bake is really hot.”

Minseok feels his face heat but laughs along. “That’s the only reason you like me? Because I can cook?”

Jongdae presses the cutter down gently, lifting it moments later to reveal a perfectly made snowman. “That’s one of the reasons. Look, it’s the first cookie of Christmas!” He picks it up and places it on the baking sheet.

Minseok shakes his head in affection, picking out a star cutter and pressing it down into the dough. “I’m flattered. Really.”

They banter lightly for a few more minutes, Jongdae interrupting Minseok frequently when a song comes on and he starts to sing along.

“I think we’re done with this sheet,” Minseok says, moving it to the counter and out of the way so they can make more cookies. “Unless you think you can fit more on it, Jongdae.”

There’s no answer.

“Jongdae?” He turns, only to be met with a face full of flour. He blinks rapidly, coughing as Jongdae laughs loudly.

“Oh hyung, your face was hilarious!” he gets out between chuckles and Minseok wipes at his eyes, frowning.

“You’re going to get it, Kim Jongdae,” he says sternly, ing his hand into the bag of flour and flicking it at Jongdae.

The younger lets out a squeal as he gets his face covered in flour. “My hair! Do you know how long it’ll take to get out?”

“Should’ve thought of that first,” retorts Minseok playfully but he reaches out and tries to get some flour out of Jongdae’s hair.

Grinning mischievously, Jongdae kisses him quickly. “You taste like flour.”

“I wonder why.” Minseok thumbs some flour off of Jongdae’s lips. “Is it weird I still think you look hot covered in flour?”

“No, but it’ll be hot when I have to clean the flour off of you.”

Minseok feels his face burn. “Let’s go back to making cookies, Jongdae.” He knows he’ll get distracted easily enough if this conversation continues. The younger smiles, nodding in agreement.

Soon they’re done with cutting the cookies out and put them in the oven to bake, managing to have little make-out sections in between.

“That’s the oven,” Minseok pants, the beeping just barely registering through his consciousness.

“Mmmm.” Jongdae continues to pepper his face with kisses until Minsseok pushes him away gently.

“They’ll burn.”

“I’m burning.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“Hyung,” whines Jongdae, following the elder to the kitchen where he takes out the baking sheet.

“You wanted to make cookies,” points out Minseok.

“I really just wanted an excuse to see you in frosting.”

Minseok blushes, swatting playfully at the other. “Well we haven’t gotten to that part yet and we never will if you continue to whine.”

“After?”

“After,” promises Minseok, bringing the sheet to the table. “You may even get a kiss now because we have to wait for these to cool a little.”

Jongdae brightens. “Really?”

“Only if you promise it won’t get too…you know.”

One heated and breathless kiss later, they’re ready to decorate the cookies. They came up with a plan-sort of.

Jongdae really wants to eat the candy more so then actually put it on the cookies. Minseok lets him, frosting the cookies instead and passing them over to the younger, every once in a while snagging some candy for himself.

Jongdae has set the bag of white chocolate chips by the elder’s plate, only taking a couple of handfuls at a time.

Minseok doesn’t comment on it but he smiles at his boyfriend’s generosity.

“Should we bring any of these to Joonmyun’s party next week?” he muses, setting a perfectly-iced Christmas tree cookie on Jongdae’s plate. “I think we’ll have a ton and we can’t eat them all ourselves.”

Jongdae wrinkles his nose. “Is that a challenge?”

“Do you think we could eat them all?”

“I can think of a few interesting ways to eat them.” Grinning, Jongdae swirls his finger around in the frosting before tapping Minseok’s nose. “Ops.”

Minseok laughs, shaking his head in affection as he goes back to icing the cookies. His knife slips, slathering his fingers in frosting and he looks at Jongdae mischievously.

The younger’s oblivious, happily shaking green sprinkles over the cookie and doesn’t even notice Minseok reaching out a hand.

He quickly taps both of Jongdae’s cheeks, smiling widely when the other squeals.

“Hyung!”

“I guess my hand slipped,” says Minseok casually. “Should I clean you up then?”

“Will you kiss it off?”

“Do you want me to?”

Jongdae drags a thumb across his face, smearing the icing over his lips. “I think you should. All of it.”

Minseok smiles. “If you insist.” He leans across the table, only for Jongdae to plant his lips on Minseok’s face, effectively covering his cheek in icing.

“You know hyung, you should definitely wear frosting more often.”

A/N: I don't even know what this is.