#wonpil fluff reader

“Do you have the instructions?” Wonpil asked tentatively.

You held up a piece of paper victoriously, eyes focused on the arrangement of gingerbread slices.

“Ah, yes, good,” he nodded, hand twitching out to the knife on his side of the table, but stopped and brought it back to himself. “Are you sure it’s cool enough to put it all...?”

You tapped the surface of each one. Much cooler than a few minutes before.

“Yup.”

“Right, that’s great!” He exhaled, silence settling over the two of you. His eyebrows furrowed, wincing as you leant down so your head was level with the table top, as if to analyse the flatness of the gingerbread.  He managed to gather the courage and ask, “Do you want to go first, or...?”

You stood quickly, brashly laughing. “Oh no, not at all! You?”

He shook his head vigorously. “No!”

“But...!” you faltered. “The gingerbread house was your idea!”

You met his gaze, staring into those puppy-dog eyes and immediately melted. 

“Oh... pass the icing bag here, baby,” you relented, coming to his side.

He picked it up and handed it to you proudly, eyes bright and brimming with a slight tinge of mischievousness. He’d intended to get you to do it all along. Not that you even minded.

But you wouldn’t let him get off completely.

“Right, if I read the instructions correctly, we have to line these edges here with a fair amount of icing and then press them together. That’s not too bad! Here,” you held the bag open at the top, “can you pour the white icing in here please?”

“Of course!” He picked up the bowl and gently began to tip the sweet white paste into the blue plastic. Most of it went into the piping bag, but there was a bit that got onto his hands.

“Careful!” you chuckled.

He snickered too, lips parted wide, before he reached out and knocked the side of his palm into your nose. 

You gasped, the white cold against your skin. “Pillie!”

He laughed out loud. “Oops...!”

You instantly dipped your finger in the pool of icing, adoring his nose with the same treatment.

“Hey!”

“Ah-ah, now we’re even!” you said, stepping back, accidentally squeezing the bag and spilling a streak onto one of the building slates. 

The two of you stared at the mess, lips pursed, and cheeks puffed. “Uh...”

Wonpil scooped up the spill and placed in straight into his mouth, grinning as he savoured the sweetness.

“You little—!” You bumped him with your hip, gently nudging him a step back so you could access the right angle to pipe.

But he didn’t have any intention of leaving you alone so simply.

As you bent down to begin, he took it as the perfect opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist, watching you work with his head resting on your shoulder.

You giggled, knocking your head into his.

“Can’t stay away can you,” you remarked coyly, painting a thick line down one side of the soon-to-be wall.

“Of course not!” he insisted in that smooth, small voice he always reserved for those he cared for. “How could I?”

“Hmmm, I guess so,” you reasoned, finishing up on one piece of gingerbread and moving to the other. Moving fast, you swiftly held the slice up and pressed the other two against it as firmly as you safely could. “Baby, can you hold these still for me?”

He nodded, humming, quickly leaving your side to become a makeshift scaffold for the new house.  You simultaneously went round to the other side of the table and piped another two strips of icing, on on each bare wall, and then slotted the final wall into place, completing the foundations for your gingerbread house at last. 

Checking the spare bowl was inside, you put the icing bag on the table and cheered.

“You did it? We did it!” your boyfriend cried. “C-can I let these go now?”

After double-checking the walls were in a secure placement for them to solidify at the correct angles, you gave him a thumbs up. “You may let them go.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, which you didn’t understand as he was much more gentle-handed than you ever would be. Immediately though he was by your side, arm round your hip as the two of you admired your handiwork.

It was plain, but it was a good start.

“So, now what do we do?”

“Well,” you hesitated, eyes sweeping over the instructions, “we wait.”

Surprised, he enquired, “Really? How long?”

“Uh... as long as it takes for the icing to dry.”

“Sooo... cuddles?” he sang, like a child after candy floss. 

You shook your head, wishing you didn’t have to. “I’m sorry baby, but we can’t. We have to ice the decorations for the house now, so the icing in the bag isn’t lost and so our little house can be pretty.”

He pouted, but acknowledged your words with a sad, tiny nod.

He was just too cute.

“But after we can!” you promised, brushing his hair out of his eyes with your clean hand. 

“Yay!” he exclaimed, kissing you and granting you the grace of the sweetness of icing upon your tongue. No sooner had your lips met however, he pulled away, taking some of the icing off your nose and placing his finger between his own once again. “I’ll go get the decorations!” 

And he shuffled away, cheeks blushed like a schoolboy after a first kiss, and beaming that starry smile you felt blessed to see everyday.

You rolled your eyes, following him to fetch another few piping bags. For someone as sweet and innocent as he was, he could really be such a tease.

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AN: I’m not as proud of this one :(( it feels a bit plain but, yeah, idk. It’s shorter! Not by much oof... but more than usual, so there’s that...! 

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