Baking A Cake – You x Suho One Shot

Your eyes opened to the sound of loud cluttering noises and groans of frustration from your boyfriend Suho, who you noticed was not in the same room with you. Your eyes adjusted to the light and slowly you picked your phone to see the time which read 10 am, making you relatively surprised that you had slept in so late. You looked over a text message from your boyfriend that said ‘Don’t come into the kitchen, I’m painting’ You frowned at the message, seeing as the walls had only recently been repainted when the two of you move in. your reply was simple, ‘Why?’

Suho was in the kitchen and he was far from painting the walls, unless it meant he was painting it with flour and cake mix. It was your birthday in the next couple of days and he wanted to surprise you with a wonderful tasting cake. The problem being that he doesn’t have the patience nor the right skill set of making one.

You had decided that you were going to enter the kitchen after a few curses and a loud bang. You got up and slowly pushed the kitchen door open to see Suho sitting on the floor amongst kitchen mess. Your eyes drifted upwards to slowly watch a bowl fall from the roof and land onto his head, covering him in the cake mixture. You laughed at the scene in amusement for you had no idea how the bowl had stuck to the ceiling, but that meant he had to have done something wrong in the first place.

“I told you not to come in here,” he mumbled with a pout as he removed the bowl from his head. You looked to as if he was nuts, he really thought wrong if you weren’t going to come into your kitchen after hearing all the loud and commotion.
“Hearing you from the bedroom and all that loud noise made me concerned for my kitchen,” you teased a subtle smile over your lips. That was until he threw cake mixture at you, he laughed at your reaction.
“Why is there egg shell in the batter, Suho?” You asked slightly shocked before scooping it up and throwing it back at him.

“Well it did say to add eggs to the mix didn’t it?” his tone was soft as he walked closer to you. You wanted to face palm three thousand times at his response, your eyes slowly looked over his frame. He had flour through his hair, cake mix on his face and body but he wanted a hug which you instantly dodged.  You were not going to get anymore cake mix on you than you already had. He looked to you then himself before peeling his shirt away from his body to show his barely-there abs. you couldn’t help but cheekily stare at his attractive body.

“Did you crack them?” you questioned but he frowned at the thought, he took this opportunity to wrap his arms around your frame and kiss you on the cheek to leave a dollop of batter. Leaning in closer he take it upon himself to it off making your cheeks turn a dark crimson shade.
“So that’s why they were so hard to mix in,” he seemed shocked you wanted to think he was joking as he couldn’t have been that bad at cooking. He let go of you before he grabbed some cake mix, throwing it against your chest.

The feeling of something cold and wet slowly slide down into your top made you tense as the feeling was far from pleasant. You lightly glared at him to wipe off the batter, pressing it against his back. He tensed also with a smile on his face. “How about I just call D.O. to help me bake the cake, you aren’t allowed to help.”

You stood there in shock as he went to look for his phone to call up D.O., you then had time to assess the kitchen. He really did paint the wall but with flour. He made a lot of mess, you couldn’t believe it and knowing D.O. was going to flip a table at the sight of it. At the thought you had begun to clean by sweeping the contents on the floor; egg, flour and cake mix had magically found its way everywhere. You had a feeling he had done this on purpose, but the way he acted and from past experience of him being terrible in the kitchen had you doubting that this was a set up.

About fifteen minutes later, D.O. stepped into the kitchen with Suho following him. D.O.’s eyes widened profusely before he started cleaning thee kitchen like a mad woman. He was the cleaning king as all the mess was gone within ten minutes of his arrival. Satisfied with the cleanliness of the kitchen, he rearranged the things he would need for baking a cake.

“Honestly Chanra, you should know better than to let Suho into the kitchen,” he chided before a smile came over his face. “It is lovely to see him again though,” his tone went back to normal as he began to make the cake. Suho sulked into your neck as you patted his head because both you and D.O. said no for him to attempt to make another cake.

“It’s not my fault he comes into my kitchen while I’m sleeping,” you said with a pout as D.O. poured the freshly made batter into a greased pan before placing it in the oven. Suho, seeing the bowl, sauntered over to spoon the remainder eating it happily. D.O. chuckled before releasing you had no idea Suho could actually cook.

“You know, Suho can cook,” D.O. imputed after he had done everything. Your head snapped to Suho who was smiling until he noticed your glare, to which he stopped only to start smiling once more. “I taught him how to bake a few things at the dorms,” and that’s when it ticked as you to realise that Suho had been messing with you.
“What?” you said in disbelief, not wanting to know that you had been tricked. All D.O. did was smile to then bid his goodbyes, leaving you and Suho alone in the kitchen.

“I just wanted to bond with you,” he confessed as he slowly walked to you. You looked to him as he hugged you and couldn’t help but smile at him before he kissed your lips. You tasted the vanilla cake batter on his lips before deepening the kiss. He bit your bottom lip before pulling away.
“I love you Chanra, happy birthday,” he whispered the words to you, watching the blush redden your ears. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders pulling him closer to you.

“I love you too Suho,” you responded before placing one more quick and soft kiss to his lips. You wouldn’t have wanted your birthday to begin anyway else. You laughed at the realisation that you had been fooled by your boyfriend, though more important matters began to arise.
“Keep an eye on that cake,” you told him, “I need a shower.” He grinned at you practically giving away what he wanted. You immediately pulled out of his grip, letting your hands linger in his for a moment.
“Can I join you?” he asked cheekily, making you roll your eyes. He wanted to playful and seeing as he messed up your kitchen, you shook your head.

“No, I need your eyes on that cake, you need to be punished,” you winked, making him groan slightly. Suho was quite a ert and that at first came to be a surprise. He was always so sweet and angelic, but now there were times he was incredibly erted. Not even the members knew he was a ert, so she had dubbed him a ‘closet ert’.

You left him in the kitchen so you could clean yourself up. Your thoughts were invaded by the fact that your boyfriend was absolutely perfect. Even though he had his flaws like every human being, the difference was that his flaws made him that much more perfect. You loved him, and nothing in the world could change that.

     ~The End~

Author's Note: Heyya guys hope you like this little oneshot that I have written sorry it took its time to get up as I am currently writing up some Scenarios x3 haha well I hope you like it

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