#noryeon

petulant eyes roll up to meet the familiar face of her cousin, causing her to open and close her mouth multiple times like a fish out of water. hastily trying to form words before any signs of annoyance with her bubbles up, she laughed and shook her head, remnants of flour and cocoa powder clouding. ❝ i mean, i’m trying, i just wanted brownies, but this…this is a disaster,❞ she whines, giving her shoulders a little shimmy. ❝ not all of us were gifted by the culinary gods– ❞ try as she might to keep in character, laughter falls past her lips in loud chuckles before she takes off towards him, attempting to shake the evidence of her latest attempt in his direction. sure, she usually was better at just buying the baked good she was craving, or bothering her celebrity chef of a cousin for it, but there were days when ryeon really did wish she could do it on her own.

❝ but really though, how do you manage to have the patience for this stuff every day? umma even said it’s highly therapeutic, but i’m just here making a mess and trying to squish it like goop… ❞ her smile was sheepish as she tugs her hair back into a ponytail, sniffing sadly in defeat. wasn’t brownies supposed to be easy too? ❝ ah, whatever, can we go pick some up for your bakery? please please please. ❞

╰ ☆ ❛ observing his cousin battle with the batter she created, hyunmin tumbles back to a time when clumsy hands spilled flour across the counter. traced flour stains colouring his shirt of the day when he didn't understand white is the secret to concealing the granulates. he's long grown out of the footsteps of that novice boy. but fondness lights up sparks within chocolate irises when he encounters someone else passing through the ordeal, even if they struggle instead of slipping as sand through fingers.

     ❛ gotta start somewhere. ❜ he chuckles as he strides up closer to her, surveying the so-called disaster and figuring out what he can do to aid. ❛ fun fact! this culinary genius burnt his first batch of brownies. proceeded to cry big fat tears to my nanny, and she turned it into truffles. ❜ a dose of a hyperbole to humiliate his childhood self, but if it's to uplift someone’s mood, he’s for it. but, impugning adult him is a different story.

honestly, did you even try? you hardly tried to conceal your identity, noh mokryeon — and i told you before, it’s hyojeong, not hyojeongie or jeongie. it’s hyojeong.

oh no. oh no. what do you want now?

welcome our may baby!