sugar sweet
title: sugar sweet
pairing: baekhyun/kris
genre: fluff/romance, au
rating: pg
words: ~1k
summary: baekhyun tries to overcome his fear of ovens to bake cookies for kris.
notes: happy valentine's day~! (idk what this is. sorry. ;;)
The last time Baekhyun touched an oven was when he was sixteen. It was his mom’s birthday, and like the good son he was, he had promised to bake her a cake in celebration. However, he had forgotten one small detail - he didn’t know how to bake. Subsequently, he’d ended up almost burning down their house, and poor Baekhyun hadn’t gone near an oven since. In fact, he had developed a bit of a fear of any kind of appliance with the potential to burst into flames.
Today, however, he is going to conquer that fear. He’s sure of it.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Kyungsoo asks, leaning over the counter and biting his lip. “Can’t you just do what everyone else does and buy chocolates or something from the store?”
Baekhyun stares at his suitemate and best friend, a gleam of determination in his eyes. “Please, Soo,” he says, scoffing. “This is so much more romantic. Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”
Kyungsoo sighs. Fine? It wasn’t fine back in high school when their friend Jongin asked Baekhyun to microwave something for him, and he basically had a panic attack. It wasn’t fine when the fire alarm went off in the middle of the night a few months ago, nearly sending him into cardiac arrest. It was never fine, so why should it be, now? It was a good thing Kyungsoo liked cooking, because otherwise Baekhyun would be living off of vending machine snacks and cereal.
“Do you want me to help you?” Kyungsoo asks, still uneasy.
Baekhyun shakes his head vigorously and tightens the strings of his apron. “No!” he says, frowning down at his recipe book. “I can do this. For Kris.”
One last sigh escapes Kyungsoo’s lips before he resigns himself to his room. He keeps his door open and his cell phone handy, though, just in case something should happen. He sure hopes he doesn’t have to resort to calling the fire department, but he’s prepared for the worst.
When it comes to Baekhyun, he’s always prepared.
*✲ﾟ*｡⋆*
“Thanks, but I’m allergic to nuts.”
The words ring in Baekhyun’s ears, and he almost wants to cry. Allergic? Of course. Why didn’t he think of that? He bites his lip and stares at the ground, feeling small and insignificant next to the tall, dashing, and perfect Kris. The perfect Kris that he spent hours with that metal death trap Soo called “just an oven” for; the perfect Kris that was the reason for the many blisters and burn marks scattered across his fingers. The perfect Kris that was, as he put it so plainly, allergic to nuts.
He hears the words clearly, but in a state of panic and mortification, a startled “What?” slips out of Baekhyun’s mouth. Kris laughs and the sound sends tingles up the younger’s spine, but he can’t even properly enjoy it because now this whole thing is screwed up, and it’s all his fault. Way to go, Baekhyun. A++.
“Peanuts,” Kris repeats, a small smile on his face. “I’m allergic to them. But it’s okay; it’s the thought that counts, right?”
Baekhyun allows himself a glance up at the other boy and regrets it immediately. Okay? No, no, it’s not okay. Kris is allergic to peanuts, and there are peanuts in the cookies he baked for him - the cookies he spent hours and hours agonizing over and force feeding down Kyungsoo’s throat until they were just right. This is far from okay. This is a disaster.
“…I guess,” Baekhyun squeaks. He feels like such an idiot. He probably looks like one, too. “I’m…I’m sorry. I’ll just take those back from you now.”
Kris’s eyebrows shoot up as Baekhyun reaches for the cookies. “What? No,” he responds, holding up the bag so that it is out of the shorter boy’s range. “You made them for me. I’m going to keep them. So what if I can’t eat them? I still appreciate it. I’ve never had a valentine before…thanks, Baek.” Chuckling, he reaches to muss with Baekhyun’s hair before turning around and continuing on his way to class. Baekhyun hears him shout “Catch you later!” as he retreats and he swears he see him wink, but that’s probably just wishful thinking. …Actually, it’s definitely just wishful thinking.
Dazed and embarrassed, Baekhyun stands still for a moment, a deep blush on his face. When he finally makes his way back to his apartment, he is greeted by Kyungsoo, who asks him with enthusiasm how his “confession” went. Baekhyun responds with a shrug and an “I don’t know.” Kyungsoo asks him what that means and he says it again: “I don’t know.”
Because really, he doesn’t know. But he thinks that might be okay.
*✲ﾟ*｡⋆*
The next day, Baekhyun hears through Yixing that Kris is in the hospital. It’s nothing serious, just a short precautionary visit, but Baekhyun is freaking out nonetheless. He calls Kris on the phone as soon as he’s able to, no longer caring about coming across as too clingy.
“Kris, what the fuck, why are you in the hospital?!” are the first words out of his mouth.
He hears Kris’ deep laughter on the other side of the line and gulps. Maybe this was a bad idea. Just like the cookies. Why was he so full of bad ideas, lately?
“I’m fine, Baek,” Kris replies. “Just had a small allergic reaction.”
“What? To what?” His heart rate speeds up ever so slightly as he remembers their conversation from the previous day. He couldn’t be talking about the cookies he made, could he?
“Well,” Kris continues. Baekhyun hears the beeping of machines in the background and hopes to God that Kris really is okay. “I may or may not have eaten a few of those cookies you made for me. Or, you know, all of them.”
“…all of them?” It’s all he can manage to choke out as he processes Kris’ reply.
“Yep. What can I say, they were delicious. I’ve always loved peanuts.”
“What are you, stupid?” Baekhyun blurts before he can stop himself. Blushing, he realizes his mistake a few seconds later, and scrambles to fix it. “I mean…you’re allergic. You could have died!”
“Yeah, probably,” Kris responds. “But I didn’t, so. It’s fine. I’m fine.”
Baekhyun wants to let him know that he’s glad he’s fine, really glad, but instead he says, “…so is this your roundabout way of letting me know that you’d die for me? I’m so touched.”
Kris laughs again and Baekhyun wants to slap himself in the face for saying such a cheesy and terrible thing, but it’s too late now. He’s dug himself too deep into this hole; there’s no point in trying to climb out, now.
“Maybe,” Kris says, still laughing. “You’re my valentine after all, right? I mean, that’s what you meant when you gave me the cookies in the first place.”
Baekhyun’s face tinges red and he thanks the heavens he isn’t face to face with Kris right now, because he’s already embarrassed enough as it is. “Um, right,” he mumbles. “Well I’d maybe die for you, too.”
“Good,” Kris replies. A slightly awkward silence follows before he continues, his next words causing Baekhyun’s heart to nearly leap out of his chest. “So are you going to come visit me while the doctors finish up these routine checks, Valentine?”
Visit? Baekhyun hesitates for a moment, because as much as he wants to, he has class. And how can he be sure that Kris even means it? What if he’s just joking around? He doesn’t need any more awkward misunderstandings, thanks.
“You want me to?” he asks, holding his breath.
“Sure.”
His answer doesn’t do much to reassure Baekhyun of how real this is, but it’s still enough. Biting his lip, he tells Kris that okay, he’ll be there soon, and breaks into a run. Maybe it’s a bit scary, thinking of what might happen after this, but he’ll be fine.
If he can conquer the oven, with its threatening dials and suffocating heat, then he can conquer this, too. He can conquer anything.
For Kris.
pairing: baekhyun/kris
genre: fluff/romance, au
rating: pg
words: ~1k
summary: baekhyun tries to overcome his fear of ovens to bake cookies for kris.
notes: happy valentine's day~! (idk what this is. sorry. ;;)
The last time Baekhyun touched an oven was when he was sixteen. It was his mom’s birthday, and like the good son he was, he had promised to bake her a cake in celebration. However, he had forgotten one small detail - he didn’t know how to bake. Subsequently, he’d ended up almost burning down their house, and poor Baekhyun hadn’t gone near an oven since. In fact, he had developed a bit of a fear of any kind of appliance with the potential to burst into flames.
Today, however, he is going to conquer that fear. He’s sure of it.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Kyungsoo asks, leaning over the counter and biting his lip. “Can’t you just do what everyone else does and buy chocolates or something from the store?”
Baekhyun stares at his suitemate and best friend, a gleam of determination in his eyes. “Please, Soo,” he says, scoffing. “This is so much more romantic. Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”
Kyungsoo sighs. Fine? It wasn’t fine back in high school when their friend Jongin asked Baekhyun to microwave something for him, and he basically had a panic attack. It wasn’t fine when the fire alarm went off in the middle of the night a few months ago, nearly sending him into cardiac arrest. It was never fine, so why should it be, now? It was a good thing Kyungsoo liked cooking, because otherwise Baekhyun would be living off of vending machine snacks and cereal.
“Do you want me to help you?” Kyungsoo asks, still uneasy.
Baekhyun shakes his head vigorously and tightens the strings of his apron. “No!” he says, frowning down at his recipe book. “I can do this. For Kris.”
One last sigh escapes Kyungsoo’s lips before he resigns himself to his room. He keeps his door open and his cell phone handy, though, just in case something should happen. He sure hopes he doesn’t have to resort to calling the fire department, but he’s prepared for the worst.
When it comes to Baekhyun, he’s always prepared.
*✲ﾟ*｡⋆*
“Thanks, but I’m allergic to nuts.”
The words ring in Baekhyun’s ears, and he almost wants to cry. Allergic? Of course. Why didn’t he think of that? He bites his lip and stares at the ground, feeling small and insignificant next to the tall, dashing, and perfect Kris. The perfect Kris that he spent hours with that metal death trap Soo called “just an oven” for; the perfect Kris that was the reason for the many blisters and burn marks scattered across his fingers. The perfect Kris that was, as he put it so plainly, allergic to nuts.
He hears the words clearly, but in a state of panic and mortification, a startled “What?” slips out of Baekhyun’s mouth. Kris laughs and the sound sends tingles up the younger’s spine, but he can’t even properly enjoy it because now this whole thing is screwed up, and it’s all his fault. Way to go, Baekhyun. A++.
“Peanuts,” Kris repeats, a small smile on his face. “I’m allergic to them. But it’s okay; it’s the thought that counts, right?”
Baekhyun allows himself a glance up at the other boy and regrets it immediately. Okay? No, no, it’s not okay. Kris is allergic to peanuts, and there are peanuts in the cookies he baked for him - the cookies he spent hours and hours agonizing over and force feeding down Kyungsoo’s throat until they were just right. This is far from okay. This is a disaster.
“…I guess,” Baekhyun squeaks. He feels like such an idiot. He probably looks like one, too. “I’m…I’m sorry. I’ll just take those back from you now.”
Kris’s eyebrows shoot up as Baekhyun reaches for the cookies. “What? No,” he responds, holding up the bag so that it is out of the shorter boy’s range. “You made them for me. I’m going to keep them. So what if I can’t eat them? I still appreciate it. I’ve never had a valentine before…thanks, Baek.” Chuckling, he reaches to muss with Baekhyun’s hair before turning around and continuing on his way to class. Baekhyun hears him shout “Catch you later!” as he retreats and he swears he see him wink, but that’s probably just wishful thinking. …Actually, it’s definitely just wishful thinking.
Dazed and embarrassed, Baekhyun stands still for a moment, a deep blush on his face. When he finally makes his way back to his apartment, he is greeted by Kyungsoo, who asks him with enthusiasm how his “confession” went. Baekhyun responds with a shrug and an “I don’t know.” Kyungsoo asks him what that means and he says it again: “I don’t know.”
Because really, he doesn’t know. But he thinks that might be okay.
*✲ﾟ*｡⋆*
The next day, Baekhyun hears through Yixing that Kris is in the hospital. It’s nothing serious, just a short precautionary visit, but Baekhyun is freaking out nonetheless. He calls Kris on the phone as soon as he’s able to, no longer caring about coming across as too clingy.
“Kris, what the fuck, why are you in the hospital?!” are the first words out of his mouth.
He hears Kris’ deep laughter on the other side of the line and gulps. Maybe this was a bad idea. Just like the cookies. Why was he so full of bad ideas, lately?
“I’m fine, Baek,” Kris replies. “Just had a small allergic reaction.”
“What? To what?” His heart rate speeds up ever so slightly as he remembers their conversation from the previous day. He couldn’t be talking about the cookies he made, could he?
“Well,” Kris continues. Baekhyun hears the beeping of machines in the background and hopes to God that Kris really is okay. “I may or may not have eaten a few of those cookies you made for me. Or, you know, all of them.”
“…all of them?” It’s all he can manage to choke out as he processes Kris’ reply.
“Yep. What can I say, they were delicious. I’ve always loved peanuts.”
“What are you, stupid?” Baekhyun blurts before he can stop himself. Blushing, he realizes his mistake a few seconds later, and scrambles to fix it. “I mean…you’re allergic. You could have died!”
“Yeah, probably,” Kris responds. “But I didn’t, so. It’s fine. I’m fine.”
Baekhyun wants to let him know that he’s glad he’s fine, really glad, but instead he says, “…so is this your roundabout way of letting me know that you’d die for me? I’m so touched.”
Kris laughs again and Baekhyun wants to slap himself in the face for saying such a cheesy and terrible thing, but it’s too late now. He’s dug himself too deep into this hole; there’s no point in trying to climb out, now.
“Maybe,” Kris says, still laughing. “You’re my valentine after all, right? I mean, that’s what you meant when you gave me the cookies in the first place.”
Baekhyun’s face tinges red and he thanks the heavens he isn’t face to face with Kris right now, because he’s already embarrassed enough as it is. “Um, right,” he mumbles. “Well I’d maybe die for you, too.”
“Good,” Kris replies. A slightly awkward silence follows before he continues, his next words causing Baekhyun’s heart to nearly leap out of his chest. “So are you going to come visit me while the doctors finish up these routine checks, Valentine?”
Visit? Baekhyun hesitates for a moment, because as much as he wants to, he has class. And how can he be sure that Kris even means it? What if he’s just joking around? He doesn’t need any more awkward misunderstandings, thanks.
“You want me to?” he asks, holding his breath.
“Sure.”
His answer doesn’t do much to reassure Baekhyun of how real this is, but it’s still enough. Biting his lip, he tells Kris that okay, he’ll be there soon, and breaks into a run. Maybe it’s a bit scary, thinking of what might happen after this, but he’ll be fine.
If he can conquer the oven, with its threatening dials and suffocating heat, then he can conquer this, too. He can conquer anything.
For Kris.