The bell above the glass door chimed loudly in Baekhyun's ear as he stomped into the overly floral and pastel bakery.

His feet refused to stop before he reached the counter, locking a glaring set of eyes onto the stunning piece of meat tagged with the name Chanyeol. 

His attention had been on the redhead since Chen forced him to join him as punishment for losing a bet they had going, and he was done for. That stupid baby pink apron made his tight, black tshirt look even more appealing, stretching over those ungodly muscles. Everything about the pâtissier made Baekhyun drool except for his disgusting, ing, cakes. 

Every pie, cookie, and tart in the damn place made Baekhyun want to gag. Being a baker from young he could tell curdled eggs, burnt sugar, over whipped whites all with a single taste.

He swore after the first bite he'd never return but that ing bombshell of a man walked up to them both, assuring everything tasted fine and they were comfortable, ending Baekhyun's brutal inner monologue with a quiet compliment to the ty dessert.

He'd been here almost every day since, tried almost every dessert and wanted to rip his ing hair out from how frustrated he was with this hopeless bakery. 

But he always returned and requested whatever was on the lowest shelf, as to see the handsome boy bend over for only a moment while he swooned silently before nursing his desert for hours with his constantly wandering eyes.

"It's not very good is it?" A shy voice breaks his sour thoughts on the lemon bar in front of him. Chanyeol standing before him and nodding toward the treat, then taking a seat across from the blonde. "I'm not a good baker. My mom could never get my to understand all those little necessary instructions to make the sweets tasty, hell, she never even answered me when I asked what she meant when she asked me to start a bain-marie" He groans softly, bracing his elbows on his knees before smiling over at Baekhyun. "But you always come in and struggle through every bite anyway. I try to