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โฐโโค your boyfriend Choso wasnโt the best cook. that much was pretty obvious, as he burned almost every meal he tried to make. but today he was determined to make you breakfast in bed. how hard could making simple pancakes be?
pairing: choso x gn!reader
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It starts with a smell. You wake up to the unmistakable scent of something burning, sharp, smoky, and slightly sweet. Your nose slightly twitches as you quickly sit up, thinking that your apartment is burning, and your boyfriend, Choso isnโt to be seen. Then you realize: Choso. In your kitchen. Alone. You bolt out of bed faster than Usain Bolt and made a dash straight to the kitchen.ย You find him standing in front of the stove, shirtless, wearing your cute little heart apron that was obviously too tight on his toned body. Thereโs a bit of pancake batter on the counters and the floors and โฆ the ceiling? What the fuck was he doing for it to be on the ceiling?
Choso turns around to face you slowly, the pan is smoking and holding the spatula like it just committed the worst crimes known to mankind.ย โIโm making pancakes. I followed directions by the book, but this one flipped itself upside down.โ He says, a deadpan expression as he waits for your verdict, all you could do was stare at him, then the mess around your kitchen, then back at him again. โChoso, take a look at my kitchen for a moment.โ
You crossed your arms, he looks around, face turning slightly sheepish as he does register the mess he made around your kitchen. โAh babe, I was trying tooโโ He starts to speak up before you had cut in: โIt looks like a 4 year old decided to cosplay Gordon Ramsay!โ You flick him on the forehead which made him wince a bit, โWhyโd you do that?โ He asks calmly, hint of a pout in his tone, almost like he was scolding you than questioning you.
You look at him like heโs crazy, your fingers going every which way around your pancake battered countertops and ceiling. Choso looks again, muttering a small: โOh.โ He lets out a tiny huff. โIโll clean it, I promise. Help me with this first?โ He asks you, a small pout rested on his lips as he looks between you and the now fully burnt pancake in the pan. You donโt know whether to smack him or melt as his facial expression. โFine. Only cause youโre stupidly cute when you make that face.โ You huffed in defeat as you approached the counter where batter, flour and egg yolk were scattered across, obviously made from his past attempts.
โChoso. How much batter did you use?โ You side eye the plate of burnt pancakes that were suspiciously larger than normal in the corner, he only smiles. โUmโฆtwo boxes?โ He scratched the back of his neck and you whip your head towards him so fast youโd swear you got whiplash. โTWO?! Those were like $5.99 a box! Why did you use two boxes, babe?โ You could almost feel the embarrassment and slight cockiness radiating off of him as he answered, โBecause. I wanted to make them special for you. Breakfast in bed.โ He replied back in almost a dismissive tone.
โAw, youโre so thoughtful baby.โ You teased, kissing his cheek, and he could only smile as a hint of red got on his cheeks. โCan you please help me with the pancakes now?โ He pouts slightly, โClean out that pan so we can start?โ You asked him as you started to remake the pancake batter, he immediately turned off the stove and took the silver pan, scraping the burnt pancake out and went to the trash. โCan we make chocolate chip pancakes?โ Thereโs a bit of hopefulness in his tone as he came back with a clean pan.
โYeahhhhh, I think we have some in the snack cabinet.โ You hummed as you added the flour in the bowl, grabbing the ingredients that were scattered around the kitchen. โThese are gonna be the best pancakes, just because youโre helping now.โ He grins, all 32 teeth showing stealing a kiss from your lips quickly before getting the chocolate chips. You roll your eyes affectionately as you crack two eggs in the bowl. Choso swiftly makes his way to you, basically hovering over you with the half filled bag of chocolate chips in hands. โCan I pour them in now?โ He questions a little too impatiently as his stomach slightly growls. You shook your head. โNo, not yet babe. Can you pour the water, milk and add the butter in there and finish the batter while I get some sausage and fruit?โ You step away from the bow, handing him the spoon as you looked through your fridge.
โHmph. How come you donโt make a mess when you cook?โ He mumbled in defeat, adding a little more milk than intended to. You were obviously the cook of the house, Choso barely even touched the kitchen unless you werenโt around to cook an actual meal or if he wanted something quick to eat. โSimple. You never spent time in a kitchen and you like to buy food rather than cooking it.โ He snickers at your words, you werenโt wrong, but that didnโt mean he didnโt want to be reminded. He added the chocolate chips after the batter was done and mixed them in slowly. Once you found what you were looking for, you looked at the batter, and now it was time to officially start the cooking process.
โAlrighty my apron wearing boyfriend, letโs try this again. The correct way.โ You smiled, โI should get one my size. Itโs cute.โ He looks down at the apron, which was slightly stretched due to his muscles. Choso turned on the stove, making sure the temperature was correct this time, 15 minutes ago he had it on high, but now under your supervision, he toned it down some so he couldnโt burn these pancakes. โSo now you wanna test if the pan is hot enough. Take a tiny spoonful of the batter and put it in the pan.โ You instructed him, he nodded, taking a small spoon from the drawer. His face was determined to make the best impression, and to have the perfect breakfast with you.
He tests the small amount of batter, watching it sizzles, โItโs ready!โ He adds, immediately grabbing the bowl to pour the rest of the batter in there, but thankfully you grab it before he spills it in. โUh no. Youโre not gonna make extra large pancakes.โ You laughed a little and Choso only crossed his arms in retaliation, obviously a little annoyed that he couldnโt make the huge, fluffy pancakes like he originally planned. โDonโt make that face. Itโs gonna make me wanna smooch you all over.โ His annoyed expression faded just slightly, turning into something much softer as he watched you pour the right amount of batter into the pan.
โNow, while thatโs cooking, we can cook the sausage and wash the fruits off.โ You stated, โIโll wash the fruits babe!โ Choso moves to the sink quickly, pouring the containers of strawberries, blackberries and cherries into a huge bowl, you move to slice the meat into pieces and added it im the air fryer. โBaby, when this pancake gets done, youโre doing the next one.โ You told him as you flipped the pancake, a nice crispy brown color. He immediately perks up at that as he drains the water from the fruit bowl. โReally? I donโt want to make an even bigger messโฆโ
You two look around the kitchen for what it feels like the tenth time, temporarily forgetting the mess that he had made. โYou have my guidance now. My babe is gonna be a master in pancake making.โ You smirked as the first pancake gets done, you put it on a plate, the warm, sweet smell wafers throughout the kitchen and Choso lets out a sigh of eager hungriness. โThat smells soooooo good. I want to do mine now.โ He quickly states as he grabbed the bowl, โSlowly.โ You reminded him, he nodded and slowly poured in some of the batter.
It sizzled lightly, โAm I doing it right?โ He asks while glancing at you, โMhm. Thatโs the perfect amount.โ A smile graces your lips as he looks down at the pancake, one that was actually quite easy to handle. And he managed to not get batter on the stove top or the counter. Or the ceiling. โHow long do I wait till I flip it.โ He said, still watching the batter spread out and cook, โ2 minutes. Then you can flip it.โ Choso nodded, you were a little reluctant to let him flip it, given the state of your kitchen at the moment.
Two minutes passed by and he quickly takes the spatula, โUh, can you help me with this one?โ He turns to you for help, you only smiled and place your hand over his, โI think you flip em too fast. When theyโre a little undercooked.โ You explained, slowly guiding his hand to show him the correct (and less messy way) of flipping a pancake, he lets out a little โohโ again as he successfully flipped the pancake to cook the other side. โThat was โฆ surprisingly easy.โ He says, now fully realizing that he was indeed, not following the instructions like he thought he was.
After another five minute process of making pancakes, you two managed to stack them on one plate, he decided that he wanted to add whipped cream and sprinkles for extra โsweetnessโ. You added some fruits on the side and added some on top of the pancakes. โWoah. These look really good babe. And smell good too.โ He takes in the fruity smell, mouth practically watering. You couldโve swore he wouldโve ate the whole plate without sparing you so much as a crumb the way he was staring the plate down.
โYou managed to make pancakes! Now I can expect breakfast in bed now?โ You teased, batting your eyes at him and he only nodded. โYes! Iโm officially a professional pancake maker, babe. Havenโt you seen me?โ He smugly tells you as he got two forks and knives for you guys. You look around the kitchen for the final time.
โOh, yeah, babe. Iโve seen you alright.โ You said sarcastically, wondering how long it would take to do a deep clean of the whole kitchen. He looks at you like you insulted his whole lifeline, but softens when you gaze around the kitchen. โIf I clean the kitchen after we finish eating, will you teach me how to make that pasta you love so much?โ You only smirked, โYeah. But only if you can get it cleaned under an hour.โ You challenged, and his gaze hardens.
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