NARRATOR’S POV

A week passed.

During the day she would have a crash course on baking, and during the night she would cook and chat with her husband, while he would sometime help her in the kitchen.

Their relationship has somewhat stabilized.

Though her relationship with baking is on the verge of breaking up.

She definitely loves to eat them, but baking them is another problem.

Even with her precise calculations and measurements, the cake still won’t bake.

That hurts her pride.

This is now more than baking a cake for forgiveness.

They say that baking is all about preciseness, theory and calculations.

And Hwang In Hee IS a finance genius.

She can know the problem without even calculating anything.

But baking crashes and burns that title.

What’s so hard about a cup of flour, several eggs and butter?

So why can’t the cake go all fluffy and moist and heavenly?

Why should the cake sink? Or burnt? Or uncooked?

Though thankfully, her husband is cooperating with her today.

He said that he’d come home late due to a meeting with the directors.

She huffed her red cheeks in annoyance as she threw another batter of awful tasting cake.

She looked around the kitchen and the place is in a mess.

She started to clean up the eggs and the countertop while she leaves the other for the maids.

She went through the recipe thoroughly.

She starts from cracking the eggs.

Then the flour, the chocolate and the sugar.

She mixes all of them using a mixer in the exact time and the exact same way as the recipe has told her.

She puts the batter in the preheated oven and wait.

She took the batter out, and guess what?

It sank.

And that only means one thing.

She failed, again.

She threw the batter roughly into the sink.

She slumped down and kicks her legs like a little kid.

She ruffled her hair with her dirty hands and then realized what kind of mistakes she has done to her perfectly tied hair.

She rolled her eyes and threw a fallen spatula towards the far end of the kitchen.

“ARGH” The spatula shouted.

Her eyes bulge out.

Since when does spatula speak? She thought.

A head pops put from the entrance of the kitchen.

They screeched, a few seconds later, she realized that the figure isn’t the head of the spatula but rather it’s the head of her husband. While the husband finally shuts up when he realizes that the one screeching isn’t a ghost.

“Why…did…you throw a spatula at me…?” He said as he massaged his leg.

“Tch” She sulked and crosses her arms.

He looked around the kitchen and back at her.

“Did…you fought with anyone…?” He asked carefully.

She sighed and glared at him.

“…Ya…what’s…wrong…?” He asked.

She frowned and shook her head.

“I thought you’re coming late”

“This is late…it’s…one already…” He said as he looked at his watch.

She frowned even more.
So she has been baking failed cakes for more than six hours today huh

“Why is the kitchen like a shipwreck?” He said.

“None of your business” She muttered.

He blinked several times, taken aback by her sudden change in mood.

She was fine this morning.

He walked towards the sink and chuckled.

She glared at him even more.

“Is today someone’s birthday?” He asked, still chuckling.

She huffed her cheeks in embarrassment.

She shook her head.

“Then what’s with all these cake?”

“I was trying to bake them”

“I thought you cook”

“Not bake”

“Why are you baking a cake all of a sudden”

“I…I…was…going to bake you a cake…to…surprise…you…” She said embarrassingly.

He stopped chuckling.

JAEJOONG’S POV

I was taken aback by her words.

I mean, I can see her effort.

There are more than a dozen of failed cakes stacking up in the sink.

And from the looks of the mess, she has been doing this for a long time.

I soften.

Yup, she surprises me alright.

I’ve never see someone trying so hard to do a simple thing for me.

They’ll buy me things.

But they’ll never go to an extent of troubling themselves.

Unconsciously, a smile is formed on my lips.

I kneeled down, leveling to her sulking figure.

“Hey” I called softly.

She glared at me.

I chuckled.

“Tch”

“Do you want to bake another cake? I’ll help you this time” I said softly.

She looked up, a ray of hope is flickered in her eyes.

She nodded with a grin.

“But…it looks like I failed the surprise huh?” She asked.

I laughed and sat down with her on the marble floor.

I shook my head.

“This is more than a surprise. I’ve never…saw someone worked this hard to get me something” I said truthfully.

“Liar. Don’t tell me someone never baked you a cake since you were young.”

I shook my head.

“Never. Not even my mom.”

She remained silent.

I stood up.

“Let’s go, we need to bake a cake before the sun rises up tomorrow right?” I asked as I let out my hand.

She took my hand as I pull her up.

“Eung” She nodded with determination.

I shook my head while chuckling.

A five year old will always be a five year old.

 “A cup of flour” I said.

She did as she was told.

“Three eggs”

I mixed the batter up for her and mix the chocolate in.

I purposely turn the mixer sideways so some of the mixture will splash onto her face.

“YA! You did that purposely didn’t you?”

“Ani” I said innocently.

NARRATOR’S POV

She took a handful of flour in her hands and threw it to his face.

He coughed several times while his face turns white from all of the flour.

“Wait till we get this cake into the oven” He said while gritting his teeth.

He swiftly put the cake into the pre preheated oven and close the oven.

He grins evilly.

She put the same grin as him on her face.

She threw him an egg and butter.

“There, now you’re a cake” She grins.

He pouted.

“Ah…the smell…” He said with a big frown.

She chuckled.

He threw her a pack of flour and threw her some sugar alongside some splashes of water.

He came to her side and mixes the flour mixture.

She frowned as he spike her hair up.

He chuckled.

She did the same with his hair.

They looked at each other and chuckled.

“Now we looked like brothers” She said chuckling.

He nodded.

The oven beeped, a sign that the cake is supposedly done.

He took the cake out of the oven, and somehow, the cake rises.

“Ya, what did you do to it? How did it rise?”

“With my magic hands” He stated, chuckling.

“Ah, seriously, what did you do to it?”

“Mix the mixture in the right way and to the right consistency” He stated proudly.

“Tch, show off”

He flashed her his best smug smile.

She squinted her eyes.

“I’ll decorate it” She said excitedly.

She pour the cake with hot melted chocolate.

She wait until the chocolate has finally set and wrote ‘I’m sorry” above it with white cream.

“There, for you” She grins.

He chuckled.

“We should take a commemoration picture with this” He grins.

She nodded.

He took out his phone and clicked a picture with their spike hairs and white faces.

They cut the cake and took a spoonful each.

“Wua, this taste really good” She exclaimed.

“All cakes are good for you”

She nodded.

“What cake do you like the most?”
“Mmm…chocolate cake?”

“Assa~!! My guess is right” She grins.

“Are you happy with the surprise?” She asked, wide eyes.

He nodded.

“it…feels…warm” He smiled.

“So am I forgiven?” She asked while batting her eyelashes.

“Yea…without the eyelashes thing” He chuckled.

She hit his arm.

He pretended to be hurt.

She chuckled and hit him again.

“Ya, but how can you failed to bake a simple cake?”

“Arrasso arrasso, ujujujuju, I’m not as talented as my husband, there, you happy?” She asked as she scratches his under chin softly.

He pried her hands away and she chuckled.

He pushed her away softly.

She pushes him back.

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