#kimtaerae

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Warnings:

suggestive tension • heavy flirting • physical closeness • playful teasing • kissing tension • domestic fluff • baking/food mentions • cuddling • sleepy affection • cheesy boyfriend behavior

Word count: ~948 words

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The first thing Ricky did on his day off was sleep until noon.

The second thing he did was walk into the kitchen with his hair sticking up everywhere and say,

“I want cookies.”

You looked up from your phone. “That’s the first thing you say to me today?”

“Yes.”

“Not good morning?”

“Cookies are more urgent. I had a dream of cookies, I'm craving 'em like a pregnant lady.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

Ricky ignored you completely and opened random cabinets like he’d lived there his entire life instead of spending twenty minutes yesterday asking where the spoons were.

“Do we even have flour?”

“We do if you stop touching everything dramatically.”

“I’m helping.”

“You just opened the fridge and closed it again.”

“I was checking the vibe.”

You stared at him.

He stared back.

Then both of you started laughing.

The apartment felt weirdly peaceful today. Quiet in a nice way. No alarms going off. No staff messages popping up every five seconds. Just cold winter light spilling through the windows and Ricky wandering around in socks like a sleepy cat.

Eventually, you tied his hoodie strings together after he annoyed you for the sixth time.

“Hey—”

“That’s what you get.” You smile at him 

“You’re evil.”

“You love me.”

Ricky paused.

Then he smiled slowly. “Yeah. I do.”

The answer came so naturally that it caught you off guard for half a second.

He noticed immediately too.

You could tell by the way his ears turned a little pink before he looked away and reached for the mixing bowl.

“Okay,” he muttered. “Chef mode now.”

“Chef mode?”

“Yes. Don’t distract me.”

“You literally cannot bake.”

“That sounds negative.”

“It sounds accurate.”

The next thirty minutes turned into complete disaster.

Ricky cracked an egg one-handed and got shell into the batter. You laughed at him so hard you accidentally spilled sugar everywhere. He tried fixing it and somehow made it worse.

At one point, flour exploded across the counter because he mixed too aggressively.

“You look insane,” you said through laughter.

“You’re supposed to support me.”

“I’m trying but this is embarrassing.”

“You’re embarrassing.”

“You have dough in your hair.”

He immediately reached up. “Where?”

“There.”

When he leaned closer, you brushed your fingers through the soft strands near his forehead to pull the tiny piece out.

Ricky went still and looked straight into your eyes 

Not fully. Just enough that you noticed.

Your hand slowed too.

For one tiny second, the kitchen suddenly felt quieter than before.

His eyes stayed on yours.

Close.

Way too close.

Then—

“You got distracted,” you mumbled.

“You touched my hair.”

“So?”

“You know I like that.”

His voice came out softer this time.

You swallowed.

“Ricky—”

“Hmm?”

“You’re staring.”

“I know.”

He didn’t stop either.

That was the problem.

The tension started small after that.

Little things.

His hand resting on your lower back while you reached into the cabinet.

Your knees touching under the table while waiting for the cookies to bake.

The way he kept looking at you like he had something to say but never actually said it.

And Ricky was naturally clingy on normal days already.

Today was worse.

At some point while cleaning up, he walked behind you in the narrow kitchen and stayed there instead of moving away.

“You’re blocking me,” you said.

“You smell nice.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I don’t care.”

You tried stepping sideways.

His hands landed on the counter beside you immediately.

Your breath caught a little.

Ricky leaned forward just enough that his chin almost brushed your shoulder.

“You know,” he said quietly, “this is the longest I’ve gotten to spend with you in weeks.”

You looked at him over your shoulder. “You’re acting like we’re in a romance movie.”

“We are.”

“You’re so cheesy.”

“And you like it.”

Unfortunately, he was right.

The oven hummed softly behind you both.

Neither of you moved.

Ricky’s eyes dropped to your lips for the briefest second before lifting again.

Your heart started acting stupid instantly.

“Say something,” he murmured.

“You first.”

He smiled a little at that.

Then he leaned closer.

Slow enough to make you fully aware of it.

One hand slid lightly against your waist, pulling you back just slightly until your shoulder pressed against his chest. Just as his lips touched your neck—

DING.

The oven timer went off.

Ricky blinked once.

Then he dropped his head dramatically against your shoulder.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

You burst out laughing immediately.

“No because actually,” he complained, still holding your waist, “that was the worst timing ever.”

“The cookies saved us.”

“I didn’t ask to be saved.”

“You’re insane.”

He sighed deeply like life had personally betrayed him before finally letting go to grab the oven mitts.

The cookies came out slightly uneven because both of you forgot about the second tray entirely.

Still, Ricky proudly called them “masterpieces.”

An hour later, the kitchen was messy again.

Cookie crumbs everywhere.

One half-finished movie playing on the TV.

And Ricky stretched across the couch beside you under a blanket, warm from the heater and smelling faintly like vanilla.

“You know,” he mumbled sleepily, “I think baking together healed me emotionally.”

“You dropped an entire egg earlier.”

“That was part of the experience.”

You laughed quietly.

Ricky turned his head toward you then, eyes softer now than before.

Without saying anything, he reached over and laced his fingers through yours beneath the blanket.

Simple.

Easy.

The movie kept playing while snow fell outside.

At some point, Ricky fell asleep halfway against your shoulder, still holding your hand loosely like he forgot to let go.

And honestly?

You didn’t want him to.

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THE END~~

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word count: 1163

𝐣𝐢𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

as an actor, jiwoong knows all about being constantly busy, so when you suddenly went radio silent to work on a secret project, he couldn't help feel curious about what had gotten you so busy. it was only when he heard the sentence in an interview, "oh and you know y/n l/n? the person who produced the title soundtrack for your new series?" did it make sense as to why you would lock yourself in your office for days at a time, unable to contact him often.

to say that jiwoong was shocked would be an understatement, but the shock was quickly replaced by pure pride, he couldn't believe he had such a hardworking and talented s/o. he definitely helps you get onto producing zb1's title track.

𝐡𝐚𝐨

considering you had never been much of an instrument lover, it shocked has that you knew so much about music composition when he played a new piece on the violin that he had been working on for the last couple of weeks. so upon asking, he found that you had been producing songs every now and again for fun, liking the way that certain instruments and keys worked well together.

he was so impressed, falling even more in love with you, wondering how he had managed to bag such a badass babe.

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐢𝐧

hanbin had a feeling you were a producer, talking about how layers of tracks on songs blend together and being able to pinpoint where a new section of recordings had taken place when listening to a song in the car with him, but he decided to let you tell him in your own time, he didn't want to pressure you into telling him. he knew what it was like wanting to keep something big about you secret incase of people who wanted to abuse the information.

but when you did tell him, boy, did he give you the biggest, most warmest hug filled with many compliments and temple kisses. you both listened to all of the songs you had produced after that.

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰

as an avid music listener, matthew had always wondered what it would be like to produce some songs, especially now that he would be debuting. it felt like such a cool accomplishment to be able to say you helped produce your own group's songs. so when he mentioned it in passing to you, and your face starting glowing when telling him how to get started and how to download certain softwares that would be most useful when being a beginner.

poor matthew had missed when you told him you were a producer when you first met each other, so he asked "how do you know so much about producing?" giggling you replied, "because its my job? matt, I told you this on our first date". *insert matthew surprised pikachu face*

"oh. I'm sorry I must have missed that. can we listen to the songs you've produced? wait no, let me guess them!"

𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐞

taerae had his suspicions when listening to a song, where the producer tag sounded a bit too much like your voice, so the next time you both saw each other, he decided to play detective and put on one of the songs he thought you had produced.

the way your face glowed with pride when hearing that taerae liked the song you had produced enough to play it in front of you told him everything he needed to know. eventually, once the song finished, he asked the question, and when you nodded your head, taerae couldn't help but feel amazed, "wow, you're so cool do you know that y/n?", "you're even cooler taerae".

𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲

when you had mentioned that you were saving up for a specific type of headphone set for your birthday to ricky - which was definitely not cheap - he asked you why you wanted it so badly. telling him why, that you had picked up producing a few songs as a hobby and had wanted to get some more professional items to help boost your career, he bought them immediately, getting them customised to your favourite colour as well, so you could spend the money on a well deserved treat instead.

you had decided to pay back your boyfriend for the kind gift with a couple's trip to see this musical he had been wanting to see for a while, where you both stopped at a strawberry field on the way and ate the delicious berries watching the performance.

he was so proud of you and couldn't believe how hardworking you were, he definitely bragged about having such a cool s/o to his yuehua friends - poor ollie and had didn't hear the end of it for months.

𝐠𝐲𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐧

gyuvin always wondered why you stayed in the music rooms at school for much longer than you realistically needed to as a music major in the high school. so when he walked into the room one day with a chocolate milk and sweet bread as a snack for you, did he discover the tracks and arrangements of vocals on a large desktop.

after telling him that you had been offered to work on a few songs for some extra money, he gave you the biggest hug ever, telling you how talented you were, jokingly suggesting that you help produce a title track when he debuted.

𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐤

after saying that he would dance to "hot" by seventeen in the star level test, he was shocked when hearing "ahh, yes, did you know y/n l/n produced this song and 'ash' as well, on this album, they worked with woozi directly! at such a young age, they're so talented already."

gunwook went and googled the listed producers on the title track when he finally got access to the internet in the dorms, surprised that your name was there, it only boosted his ego that he had a musically talented and academically talented s/o, just like him.

he definitely interrogated you when he talked to you on the phone later that night, jokingly pouting when you had to rush to tell him that you were under a contract not to tell anyone when helping produce the song, but your worries were quickly brushed away when he told you how much he loved you, and how much he loved the song as well.

𝐲𝐮𝐣𝐢𝐧

you were one of the producers for 'say my name' on boys planet, so when he saw you in the room for recording the song, he was both equally shocked and amazed that you had been behind the catchy song he was performing to later that week.

he dragged you out into the corridor after recording the song's vocals, kissing your cheek lightly, holding your hand as he told you how gifted you were in music production.

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