#juju!!!

“Well, that’s going to change today! Because I am going to show you the best homemade recipe known to man this Christmas.“ 

In turn, he puts the apron on you. And adds a small kiss of your forehead after he finished tying the strings. 

He stands in the middle of the kitchen as he watches you in wonder as set up what all you need

“Well, princess, what would you like me to do?” You felt your cheeks begin to burn because of the name he called you.

Not as bad as ‘kitten’ though

That name shall not be in this fic though

“Uh.. right! I’ve already started the oven. So, you can mix these together!”

You pick up the flour, baking soda, and salt, setting it at an empty section of the counter. 

To make it easier on him, you pour the amount of each ingredient into the bowl.

Jumin only watches you from behind, amused, yet still mildly unsure of what he’s doing.

You could barely notice the slight hesitation as he takes the bowl and the whisk from your grasp.

Unable to hold back, you laugh softly, moving back towards him.

“It’s just like this…” Laying your hand on top of his, you guide him to the mixing bowl and begin stirring the ingredients.

Feeling his hand begin to work without your guidance, you let go.

But instead of leaving, you stop to look at him. It’s almost amusing, the amount of determination you can see on his face.

You don’t laugh, however. The sight just warms your heart. 

You wrap your arms around Jumin from behind, feeling the low hum he emits resonant from within. 

Jumin pulls you around to face him. His arms position themselves around her waist as yours made their way up to his cheeks.

You two stay in that embrace, wholly captivated by the other, for what felt both like an eternity and yet not long enough.

You completely forgot what you were doing, both lost within one another until the oven begins beeping.

The sound startles you, jumping in reaction to the sudden noise.

Seeing you, Jumin chuckled, letting you out of his grasp. He picks up the bowl and begins mixing once again. 

Now flustered, you go back to mixing the remainder of the batter. Not long after, Jumin walks up beside you. 

You look over at him, first seeing the now finished mixture, then to his face, laced with a small amount of doubt as he looks down at his bowl.

“I think it’s ready…” 

You giggle softly, nodding towards him as you take the bowl from his hands.

With him just watching, you combine the two bowls together, blending the two mixtures evenly until the dough was finally ready. 

“Then like this,” You pick up a small chunk, rolling it into a ball, “and just set it on the pan!” 

Beckoning him to join, the two of you work on the cookie dough together, enjoying the silence and the closeness of the other.

Soon you both had finished, with no more dough in the bowl and a sticky feeling on your fingers.

“That’s all there is to it!” You say, looking at him cheerily. “Now, we put it in the oven, and we’ll come back in eight minutes, and they should be set!“

You turn, intending to wash your hands after placing the pan in the oven and setting the timer.

Turning on the water, you absentmindedly lick a small amount from your finger, just to see how it tastes before washing your hands. 

You can’t tell me you’ve never eaten cookie dough

But off the side, you hear his breath hitch.

You give Jumin a mischievous look as you approach him.

“I’m sorry, did you want a taste too?”

Jumin looks at you, a small smirk on his face

Without even waiting for a reply, you lean into him, your lips landing onto his own.

Jumin lets out a satisfied sigh, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You move yours to cling onto his neck.

With another kiss, you slide your fingers into his hair, earning a shudder from your partner.

Gaining in need, you share another kiss

And another

…and another 

Sure this isn’t time to use ‘Kitten?’

Yes, it is not this kind of story!

Until, once again,

Beep beep beep beep~ The timer goes off, alerting you to the cookies that were now ready to be taken out. 

“The cookies are ready” You whisper as you both catch your breath. 

“They aren’t going anywhere…” Jumin replies, trailing kisses from your cheek to your neck.

You freeze, struck by the sensation. The feeling of his lips on you is absolute bliss. 

You know if you don’t leave now, the cookies will burn.

And we all know if you didn’t stop now, you wouldn’t have ever stopped 

Reluctantly, you separate yourself from Jumin, rushing over to the oven to take out the cookies.

The aroma is almost heavenly and you can’t wait till they cool for him to be able to able to try his first-ever homemade chocolate chip cookies, 

As you set them down, you look over at Jumin. And the smile on his face. 

And it warms you. That he can look just that happy.

It makes you excited for the next time you can make them.

And for the next time that you will get to see that look on his face.

Ahh!! Thank you again!! I loved getting to write this.

My requests are still open! And I am (slowly) going through all of the ones I have been given, so thank you for your patience! 😘😘