birthday boy.
prompt: You attempt to bake Jimin a cake for his birthday but he keeps playing around.
pairings: jimin x reader (established relationship)
word count: 1.5k ish i forgot :(
genre: fluff, jus fluff
warnings: slightly suggestive if u squint
a/n: jimin bday drabble cus he is my bday boy :D i got this idea from this video and i imagine the cake look like theirs :3 hope u enjoyyy!! pls dont forget to reblog it helps a lot <3 thank u
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“You’ve never had a funfetti cake?!” you exclaimed, eyebrows rising as high as it can. Jimin chuckles at how dramatic you are being right now.
“Yeah, I’ve had chocolate cake, red velvet cake, ice cream cake, vanilla cake—I’ve never had anything funfetti.” he shrugs, “It’s just cake though.”
To commemorate his special day, you thought the most equally special thing you could do for him was to bake a cake, or at least, attempt to bake a cake. You already had everything prepared the week before, your original plan was to bake it without him finding out and surprise him, however, the same night you came home with two big plastic bags in your hands, he had already figured it out and had insisted to help you despite having zero experience in anything related to baking. He has cooked before, spaghetti, but he ended up making the pasta way too soggy and the sauce looked too pale and it was the last time you ever allowed him to be in the kitchen. But since it was all for him anyway, you let him help this time.
You, on the other hand, had some experience in baking. You were not a pro, though, you’ve baked some cupcakes for your college roommates and you vividly remember it tasting delicious. You’ve also baked cream puffs with your mom when you were 10 years old, or more like, you helped her put the ingredients in the bowl and mix everything which eventually lead to a batter spillage and you licking it off the counter. You also vividly remember the loud scolding your Mom gave you for being such a clumsy and messy kid.
You just hope your kitchen won’t look like a tornado had passed by the time you finish everything, but you know that you're going to have so much fun.
You audibly gasp, swiftly turning around to open up the kitchen cabinets and grabbing two small bottles of sprinkles, you hold them up to your cheeks, “These are the key ingredients,” you state.
“Oooh,”
“It’s a traditional birthday cake, once you take a slice and see the inside, it’s gonna look colorful and pretty!” you explain, shaking the bottles at him before placing them on the counter. He just looks at you with a smile tugged on his lips, secretly loving how cute you are getting excited over some cake flavor. “So, the sprinkles add flavor to it?” he asked.
“Err, not really—I got the vanilla flavored one since that’s what people usually make funfetti cake with.” You replied, putting the apron over Jimin’s head and turning him around to tie the string on his back.
After you finish tying it, he turns around and swiftly brings his hand up to his forehead to do a salute, “Chef Jimin will be on your service for today,” he says this in a deep voice, earning a laugh from you. “You’re not Chef Jimin, you’re Baker Jimin,” you smile at him, smoothing out his apron with your hands.
“Birthday Baker Jimin,” he corrects you.
“Yep, birthday boy.” you stretch your hand to him, which he immediately intertwines with his. You just stare at him for a moment, admiring how pretty looks barefaced, the tiny freckles peppered on his cheeks looked more visible against the bright light, he just looked so soft and pretty that you wanted to plant kisses all over his face, but before that, you have some baking to do.
“Why are you looking at me like you’re in love with me, we’re just friends.” he squints his eyes, ruining the small moment you were having with him and you roll your eyes. Yeah, friends who kiss and live together.
“Ugh, how dare you.” you let go of his hand and wipe yours on your apron jokingly, “Don’t friend-zone me on your birthday or you will be blowing your candle stuck to a twinkie.” you mutter, turning your back to him and bending down to grab a big bowl from the cabinet, you hear him giggle behind you.
“Well, don’t just stand there and stare at my butt, you said you’d help me.”
“I am!”
You get up to look at him, “What are you doing, exactly?” you raise one of your eyebrows, trying not to crack a smile.
“I’m helping you by staring at your butt.” he clarifies, a smug smile visible on his face.
“Turns out I don’t need you to bake me a cake anymore ‘cause you already got it.” he purses his lips and makes a kissing noise, making you break into a soft giggle and roll your eyes at him once again.
“You’re annoying.”
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“Ugh, Jimin, you’re gonna break the eggs!” you whine at him, he just looks at you playfully while juggling three eggs, and you were constantly trying to catch it every time he throws one but he swiftly catches it with his tiny but skillful hands. It still didn’t stop you from getting nervous that he’ll drop one and add to the big mess both of you had already made whilst only having 10 percent of progress.
“So this is the type of help you meant,” you snatch the eggs from his hands, placing them far away from his reach, only to give one back to him so he can crack it to put in the bowl. “Crack it,” you order him.
He says nothing and starts to softly hit it against the rim of the bowl, doing a few more hits until the last one had more force and the egg ended up exploding in his hands. You gasp, “Jimin!” he breaks into a fit of giggles.
“I’m sorry, I’m too strong!” he exclaimed, bringing his egg-white coated hand to your apron, he starts wiping but you push his hand away from you to drag it against his apron, “Use yours, you moron.”
“This is like the 5th time you spilled or messed up something, Jimin. You’re starting to stress me out,” you added, releasing a sigh.
"No, it's not!" he fights, giggling.
"Yes, it is!" you argue.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Say yes again or I won't give you kisses anymore," he taunts, sticking his tongue out at you.
"Ugh, you know what.."
You crack a new egg yourself instead, then proceeded to put all the rest of the ingredients in the bowl, until you feel Jimin’s arms sneak around your torso and lay his chin on your shoulder. “I know I’m probably being a little shit but, you still love me right?” he mutters as he plants a soft kiss on your neck.
You turn your head to look at him as your lips curled into a smile, “I still love you so much even if you're being annoying, birthday boy.” you state, pulling his arms off of you to turn to him and cup his cheeks with your palms. “Now, stop playing around and mix the batter,” you order, patting his right cheek.
“Yes, chief.”
“Make sure it doesn’t have any more clumps, then pour it in these two pans,” you push the cake pans towards him, "Yes, chief," he replies. Your eyes then immediately flicker towards his working arms, his sleeves were rolled up which exposed the tattoo that adorned his wrist, your eyes slowly drag down, admiring all of him. How can someone still look so good while mixing cake batter?
“I know you’re checking me out, ____.”
You immediately look away shyly, a blush forming across your cheeks. You’ve spent many many years of birthdays with him already yet he still manages to send butterflies to your stomach and make you feel so shy.
He stops mixing and sticks a finger in the batter, only to bring it close to your lips, “Taste it.” he orders.
You wrap your lips around his finger, the sweetness immediately hitting your tongue causing your eyes to widen in delight. You hum, “That’s yummy!”
You proceeded to pour a good amount of sprinkles into the batter, mixing it as you watch the sprinkles bleed out, your face lightens as the batter starts to mix in with the colors. Once it’s fully mixed, you push the bowl towards Jimin so he can pour the batter into the designated pans and put it in the oven to bake.
Both of you had spent the next hour preparing the frosting to pipe with, dying it several colors of pastel for the border like Jimin had suggested, as well as cleaning up the whole mess you both had created all over the kitchen in the past hour. You were glad that Jimin was here to help you bake his own cake, despite him being a little stressful at first, and none of you being pros at baking, it had been a fun experience. This was your gift to him, it’s not much, but you’ve always found something special about making someone something out of scratch, whether it’d be something small, with the thought that person as you were making it had always bloomed something in your heart. You had made Jimin some things in the past, like a beaded bracelet you made for him that he still wears to this day, and a little clay figurine of him that sits on his bedside table that you made in a workshop with your friends. It was the sweetest gesture you could do.
It didn’t take too long ‘til the oven dings! signaling that your cake had finally finished baking. You excitedly hop off the counter, putting on kitchen mitts to carefully open the oven, Jimin stands next to you, as the smell of the cake hits through your noses.
Your shaking hands carefully place the first pan on the cooling rack, Jimin following you with the second pan and places it as well. You brought your arm up to give him a high five. “We didn’t burn our place down,” you state.
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"Oh my god, the cake is like sliding off, Jimin!" you exclaim mid-frosting the cake, you audibly gasp when you notice the cake looking slightly slanted. The buttercream frosting you made thirty minutes ago had melted, you were supposed to let it chill in the fridge, but you were too preoccupied with cleaning up the kitchen to remember.
"Give it a nudge," he suggests.
You try, pressing the frosted cake with your metal spatula, but you pressed on it too hard causing a part of the cake to crumble and stick to your spatula when you pulled it up. “No!” you yelp, a deep divot forming between your brows as you let out an exasperated sigh, your shoulders dropping in disappointment and lips forming in a pout. “I done murdered the cake,” you murmured.
“It looks ugly now..” you frown.
“You can still salvage it,” Jimin takes the spatula from your hand, scooping a small amount of frosting from the bowl, spreading it evenly to try and make the cake not look like it had been stabbed. It worked, sort of. But it was better than before.
“Hey that looks better!” you cheered, your frowned lips now tugging into a grin. You finish spreading the frosting on the rest of the cake and started piping around the edges, alternating between, pink, yellow and blue. You step back to look at your work, feeling a sense of pride despite it looking a little tilted because of the melted frosting and you literally stabbing one side of it. It looks mediocre at best but you are fully satisfied.
"Can I write my name on it?" Jimin asks cutely.
Humming in response, you hand him a green frosting bag and he wraps both of his hands around it, squeezing it hard it enough for the cream to ooze out the tip. He writes his name out in cursive, then a squiggly line under it, “That’s to emphasize that it’s my birthday.” he declares, setting the frosting bag down and stepping back to admire his work. You proceeded to stick candles all around the cake to finish it off, both of you proudly staring at it for a few seconds admiring the abomination. You loved it.
“We did it!” you said cheerfully, “Rosanna Pansino would probably shake her head at us right now but we’ll just eat it all anyway.”
“You’re definitely spouse material now,” he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. “Oh please,” you roll your eyes, again. You swear your eyes are gonna roll off your eye sockets one of these days.
“Well, do you like it?” you ask, batting your eyelashes at him. “It’s perfect, I love it. The best cake ever.”
Jimin dips a finger on one of the frosting bowls, only to smudge it on the tip of your nose and either sides of your cheeks. You gasp, mouth gaping open, “How dare you!” Jimin just laughs at you, you began to dip a finger in, scooping an even thicker frosting and Jimin takes this as a signal to back away. “No, no! that’s cheating!” he says in between giggles.
You plaster a playful smirk, slowly stepping towards him as he slowly backs further away from you. You jolt towards him and he immediately runs, you chased him around the living room, but as soon as you bump into him, he slips. A loud thud echoes through the apartment as both of you tumbled onto the ground. You were on top of him, a shocked expression visible on your faces as you stare at each other. Your finger slowly grazes across his cheek, coating it with frosting. Both of you broke in a fit of laughter.
As soon as your laughters die down you ask him, “What’s your birthday wish?”
“To spend the rest of my life like this, with you.”