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Sinto que no momento que saí de GuanDao o fim da minha jornada começou e ele será escrito por mim e pelas pessoas que estão ao meu lado, meus companheiros, meus amigos.

જ   ⃔ . . . 𝑫𝑶 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑼𝑬.

Pairing: Darren Chen x Reader

Summary: Darren wanted to help (Y/N) on baking some delicious Christmas cookies, but everything ended up on being a disaster, a beautiful disaster.

Word count: 1.197

Posted: 22nd of December 2018

A/N: This is my first time writing for this cinnamon roll and thank you, Jamie, for requesting and giving me some prompts. I hope that you love this fluffy stuff. Please let me know if it is hao hao hao hao worthy!

- G. x

Tags: @ocean-calls-me;

“After the wet ingredients, we need three cups of flour.” You seriously declared as you tightly kept your phone in your hand. It served you as a guide since you were following a simple Christmas cookie recipe that you found on the internet weeks ago. “Darre-,”

Your eyes abruptly grew wide in shock as you saw your boyfriend munching on the chocolate bar that you were supposed to use for the cookies.

“What are you doing?!” You frustratedly questioned while you put your phone on the kitchen counter, arms quickly crossing as your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

Darren embarrassedly chewed on his lower lip, swallowing the bolus and quickly wrapping the remaining chunks of the chocolate bar once again. “Oops!” He adorably muttered as he flashed a wide apologetically smile, dimple and chocolate stained teeth showing nonchalantly.

You playfully giggled, shaking your head in disbelief. “If you weren’t that cute, I would have already lashed out against you, Kuan!”

You walked towards your tall boyfriend, pinching his soft cheek gently as he confidently chuckled, silently thanking himself for being adorable and irresistible. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright! Chocolate tastes good, can’t blame you, but your part of the cookies won’t have chocolate on.” You naughtily pointed out, earning a very charming pout from him.

You couldn’t deny that there were times when you wondered if you were dating a twenty-three year old man or a five year old kid, because he had a very endearing baby face and a very childish, but enchanting behaviour.

“Sorry, boo, but you get what you deserve.” You mumbled as he pulled you into a warm embrace, arms slowly slithering around your waist.

“Fair enough!” He softly giggled, pressing a kiss on your forehead and then on the tip of your nose.

“Babe, we are in the middle of baking these Christmas cookies, so stop being a huge distraction.” You authoritatively announced, pushing his chest gently so you could break the hug between you. “Flour, please!”

“Oh, c’mon!” He immaturely whined, pouting once again as he involuntarily searched for the flour on the messy kitchen counter.

You understood where he was coming from: he was craving for your affection and attention. The last few days have been a hard time for him, mostly because he had to travel by plane continuously for his new upcoming project, causing him to barely get in touch with you and get enough sleep during the night.

He must be resting during his short break, but he clearly stated that he wanted to spend some time with you, catching up the days that you weren’t together.

“Flour, Mr. Chen!” You cheekily winked as you caught his confused and offended gaze. He playfully rolled his eyes in response and you just gave him some tumultuous laughs, heading back to the unfinished cookie batter that you were preparing.

“Is it this one?” He curiously asked as he walked towards your direction, patiently waiting for you to consider his brown orbs.

You nodded right after you examined the pack of flour that he was firmly holding in his hand, not noticing the little prank that he had in store. “Ye-,”

Before you could finish your sentence, you were surprised by a great nebulous substance thrown towards your face, making you cough exaggeratedly. What a very unpleasant person!

“Chen Guan Hong,” You vexedly shouted as you heard him burst into a heavy laughter. “I solemnly swear that you are getting the taste of your own medicine!”

“Ah, you can’t do that!” He shamelessly replied, ignoring your serious threat. “I know that you have a soft spot for me, my love.”

You cleared your path as you reached for the mussily opened pack, rapidly grabbing a fistful of flour and barefacedly throwing it to your miffing and spiteful boyfriend.

“What were you saying, Mr. Chen?” You assertively raised an eyebrow as you watch him struggle because of the huge smoke-like effect that the flour has created. His chocolate tousled hair and clothes were quickly stained by the ingredient and you couldn’t help but let out some thick chortles.

“This means war, (Y/N)!” He fiercely declared, loudly laughing because of your dishevelled appearance.

You both grabbed a fistful amount of flour with your hand and had a little battle in the kitchen, dirtying the once-cleaned kitchen of Darren’s flat.

You seemed like two little kids, but you never minded it, because what mattered the most was that you were having fun.

“Truce!” He shouted, covering his face as he made his way towards you.

“Truce? We finished the flour, dork!” You adorably exclaimed, eyes widening in shock as soon as you realised what has just happened. “The flour! We needed three cups for the cookies.”

The tall man that slowly towered you cheekily chuckled, pulling you in his arms to give you a warm hug once again. “Do we really care about that?”

“Absolutely not!” You happily responded, letting go of the thought of finishing your Christmas cookies in time as his pleasant perfume permeated your nostrils. “But your kitchen is a mess, boo!”

“Do I care about that?” He tightened his grip around your waist, making you reciprocate the affection that he was giving you by hugging him back.

“No, but we created a distaster and we are a great mess too!” You pointed out as you leant your head on his chest, his heart crazily pounding against it.

“Well, you are a beautiful disaster, my angel.” He smoothly muttered as he corrected your statement, sweetly pressing a kiss on the top of your floured head.

“A beautiful disaster?” You hummed as you gently fluttered your eyes shut, slightly slipping because of the flour scattered on the floor but Darren held you tightly.

“Yes, love.” He nodded in response as he brought one of his hands to your head to caress your hear. “Loving you is dangerous, it seems like a real disaster, but I can’t help but love you even more, (Y/N). You are the one who brings happiness and joy in my life, in everything that you do!”

A wide smile swiftly flashed on your face, teeth confidently showing as tears started to linger in your eyes. He was so sweet and sincere that your heart was about to burst in excitement and enthusiasm. He made you feel so special and important, amiably appreciating every single thing that you did for him. “I love you too, Darren.”

You slightly pulled away as you considered his beautifully sparkling eyes. He gave you another toothy and dimply smile, slightly slouching as he reached for your flawless face.

He carefully leant in to diminish the space between the two of you. He caressed your chin with his fingers as you gracefully tiptoed to passionately and synchronically lock your lips with him, still tasting the delicious chocolate bar that he was eating earlier.

You loved him more than anything else and he knew that.

“You still owe me some cookies, though.” You reminded him, breaking the kiss rapidly to tease him once again.