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TW- mentions of past transphobia (mother -> daughter )
Making cookies with Hyun Ju (scroll for a surprise :D )
Cho Hyun Ju
The crisp autumn air bit at your cheeks as you stepped out of the elevator, a tote bag filled with baking essentials slung over your shoulder.
A gentle rap on the door of Hyun-Ju’s apartment, and it swung open almost immediately. Her smile was like sunshine, chasing away the chill.
“You’re here!”
She exclaimed, her tall frame leaning against the doorframe, a beautiful silhouette against the warm glow of her living room. Her soft dark hair, usually styled, was pulled back in a loose, comfortable ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame her face. You noticed a faint blush on her cheeks, a mix of excitement and perhaps a touch of nerves.
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
You chuckled, stepping inside, immediately enveloped by the cozy warmth of her home. The scent of her favorite matcha tea mingled with the subtle hint of lavender from a diffuser. Sunlight, diffused by the sheer curtains, painted soft stripes across the polished wood floor.
Hyun-Ju led you into her kitchen, a surprisingly spacious and modern room that she usually reserved for heating up takeout or brewing exotic teas. Today, however, the counter was already cleared, a pristine white canvas waiting for baking.
“So, meringue cookies?”
She mused, picking up a bag of sugar you’d set down.
“They look so delicate, like little clouds. I imagine them melting on the tongue.”
There was a wistful quality to her voice.
You smiled, pulling out eggs and vanilla extract.
“They do that. The trick is patience and a good whisk.”
You glanced at her, sensing the nervous energy humming beneath her sweet demeanor.
“Have you ever baked anything before, Hyun-Ju?”
She hesitated, her gaze drifting to the ornate, framed photograph on her fridge- a picture of her younger self with her mother, both smiling, but with an underlying stiffness in her mother’s posture that you’d noticed before.
“No...”
She admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“My… my mother always said baking was ‘too girly.’ She wanted me to focus on… other things. More ‘masculine’ hobbies, I suppose.”
Her grip on the sugar bag tightened almost imperceptibly.
“She thought it would, you know, ‘confuse me’ even more.”
Your heart ached for her. You knew a little about the challenges Hyun-Ju had faced growing up, the loving but ultimately unaccepting environment her mother had created, especially as Hyun-Ju embraced her true self. Her voice carried the weight of years of suppressed desires.
You set down the whisk, turning fully to face her.
“Hyun-Ju?”
You said gently, reaching out to take her hand, your thumb tracing the smooth skin of her knuckles. Her hand was cool but warmed quickly in your touch.
“There’s nothing ‘too girly’ about wanting to create something beautiful, something delicious, with your own hands. Baking is for anyone who enjoys it. And today...”
You squeezed her hand reassuringly
“We’re just going to have fun. No pressure, okay?”
She looked at you, a grateful glint in her eyes, and a small, genuine smile bloomed on her face.
“Okay..”
She whispered, squeezing your hand back.
“Let’s make some clouds.”
You started with the eggs, showing her how to carefully separate the whites from the yolks. She was meticulous, almost reverent, as she cracked each shell, ensuring not a speck of yellow tainted the pristine whites.
“This feels like surgery.”
She giggled, holding up a perfect half-shell.
Next came the stand mixer. You poured the egg whites into the bowl, adding a pinch of salt and a dash of cream of tartar.
“Now, the magic begins!”
You declared, flipping the switch. The mixer whirred to life, and Hyun-Ju watched, fascinated, as the clear liquid slowly transformed, first into a foamy cloud, then into soft, billowy peaks.
You held her hand, guiding it to the speed dial, letting her feel the power of the machine. The low hum of the mixer filled the kitchen, a comforting, rhythmic sound.
Once the peaks were soft, you began adding the sugar, a tablespoon at a time, explaining how it stabilized the meringue and gave it its glossy sheen.
Hyun-Ju took over the spoon, carefully trickling the sugar into the swirling white mass. Her brow furrowed in concentration, her tongue peeking out slightly as she focused.
You watched her, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the oven. She was so earnest, so eager to learn, and so beautiful in her vulnerability.
When the meringue was thick, glossy, and held stiff peaks- a perfect snow-white mountain in the bowl- you added the vanilla extract. The sweet, comforting aroma instantly filled the air.
“Now, the fun part!”
You said, pulling out a piping bag and a star-shaped nozzle. You demonstrated how to fill the bag, then how to pipe a perfect rosette onto the parchment-lined baking sheet.
“Your turn.”
Hyun-Ju took the piping bag with exaggerated care, her hands trembling slightly. Her first few attempts were a little… abstract. One looked like a melted star, another like a small, sad blob. A blush crept up her neck.
“Oh no...”
She muttered,
“They’re not beautiful at all!”
You gently placed your hand over hers, guiding her grip, showing her how to apply steady pressure and lift cleanly.
“They’re perfect!”
You corrected softly.
“They’re your first cookies. Every single one is a triumph. Look, try again, just press and lift. You’ve got this.”
With your hand over hers, she tried again. This time, a delicate, almost perfect rosette formed. Her eyes lit up.
“I did it! You did it!”
She corrected herself, looking at you with a beaming smile.
“We did it.”
You affirmed, your heart swelling. You stood behind her, your chest lightly brushing her back, as she continued to pipe, each cookie growing more confident, more defined.
The kitchen filled with the quiet sounds of focused effort, punctuated by her delighted gasps.
When the trays were full, you carefully slid them into the preheated oven.
While the cookies baked, creating a warm, sweet aroma that permeated the entire apartment, you made some more tea.
You sat together at her kitchen table, bathed in the soft afternoon light that now had a golden, autumnal hue.
You talked about trivial things, about your day, about a book you were reading. But beneath the surface, there was a profound sense of shared space, shared comfort. You saw the subtle lines of anxiety around Hyun-Ju’s eyes soften, replaced by a quiet contentment.
The timer finally chimed. Hyun-Ju practically leaped from her seat. You pulled on oven mitts and carefully retrieved the trays. The cookies looked like miniature, ethereal clouds, perfectly crisp and untouched by browning.
“Oh, my goodness!!”
Hyun-Ju breathed, her voice filled with awe. She reached out a hesitant finger, then pulled back.
“They’re… they really DO look like little clouds!”
You plucked one from the tray, still warm, and offered it to her.
“Go on.”
She took it, holding it like a precious jewel. She brought it to her nose, inhaling the sweet vanilla scent, then took a delicate bite. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, and a soft sigh escaped her rosy lips.
“It’s like eating a dream...”
She whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Her eyes, when they opened, were glistening. She took another bite, savoring the delicate crunch, the melt-in-your-mouth sweetness.
She looked down at you, a profound gratitude shining in her gaze.
“Thank you. Truly. This… this means so much more than just cookies to me.”
You reached out, gently wiping a smudge of powdered sugar from the corner of her lips.
“I know.”
You said, your voice soft.
“It’s reclaiming something that was taken from you, but you did amazing. I'm really proud of you. And it looks delicious.”
She offered you a bite of her cookie, and you leaned in, your lips brushing her fingers as you took the piece. The sweetness was indeed heavenly, but it was the shared moment, the quiet victory, that truly made it perfect.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery oranges and purples, you sat there, eating cookies, talking, and simply being.
Hyun-Ju, beautiful and radiant, had finally baked her first cookies. And you, holding her hand under the table, knew this was just the first of many sweet, wholesome new beginnings you would share together.
The apartment, filled with the lingering scent of vanilla and the warmth of newfound confidence, felt like the safest, most loving place in the world.
I can write anything for any character babes and don’t forget- requests are always open and welcome <33
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