High school sweetheart!Jeno pulls a stool behind you before he reaches his arms around you and helps you with your pottery work, that is quickly becoming a disaster.
Pairing: Haechan x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Highschool au
Words: 800
Summary:
“Haechan,” you whispered to him, making him look away from the kitchen cabinets and into your bright eyes. The two of you stared at each other, desperate for someone to crack and finally speak the truth. You decided you should be the bigger person and finally make a move. Swiping a bit of cream onto your finger, you wiped it on the tip of Haechan’s nose making him gasp.
+ this was requested and honestly so cute to write! The title is Strawberry Shortcake in French :) Feel free to request any oneshot or reaction ideas!
“Shit. Shit. Shit. Y/N I burned the whipped cream!” Haechan shouted.
“How? Whipped cream is supposed to be cold, why would you even put it on the stove?” You asked, bewildered by the fact that your neighbor and a longtime friend could even burn the dairy product.
“I don’t know, I thought you had to cook it so it could solidify...and well… I don’t know. I’m not good at baking.”
“Then why did you say you could help me make this strawberry shortcake for my French class?” You could already imagine Madame Sessions being saddened over the fact that your classic shortcake wouldn't make an appearance at the Winter party and as President of the French Club you couldn’t let down your sponsor or the other 17 members. You quickly wiped the flour from your hands and started pouring more sugar and heavy whipping cream into a bowl. Haechan kept flickering back and forth from your hard glare and the severity of whipping.
“Can I do it? Please,” he softly said and quickly explained himself when you gave him a look that asked ‘why the fuck would I do that?’
“It’s so I can be useful and make it up for burning the first batch,” Haechan pleaded, too ashamed to say it to your face.
The shortcake hadn’t been started yet and the oven had already been preheating for about 30 minutes making the entire kitchen feel sweltering so you begrudgingly agreed to let Haechan help you.
“Fine, but I swear if you mess this up I’ll make you do my French homework for the rest of the year.” Haechan gulped at your threat, knowing he could hardly pass Spanish he would never survive French AND Spanish homework. He quickly tightened his mother’s pale blue apron that he borrowed and whisked as his life depended on it (and part of it did).
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The two of you worked in silence, only talking when one wanted a song that played on your speaker to be skipped. Crack. Sift. Mix. The sounds of powders and splashes of milk filled your mind and slowly the baking was taking up your whole attention, leaving all other stress on the back burner.
You had just finished the shortcake and began greasing the small baking tins when Haechan called you over to his mini baking station.
“Y/N, how do I know if this is whipped enough?” He asked timidly, not looking you straight in the eyes. You looked down and surprisingly saw fluffy beautiful white peaks in the large red mixing bowl. Seeing Haechan so scared of disappointing you made you regret being so hard on him. He has your friend and even though the fact that deep down inside you wished for something more made you mad, Haechan hadn’t deserved to be yelled at. You snapped at him but only because he had looked so sweet stuttering over the steaming pot of soupy cream.
“Haechan,” you whispered to him, making him look away from the kitchen cabinets and into your bright eyes. The two of you stared at each other, desperate for someone to crack and speak the truth. You decided you should be the bigger person and finally make a move. Swiping a bit of cream onto your finger, you wiped it on the tip of Haechan’s nose making him gasp.
“It’s perfect,” you admitted, looking at the small sugary peak on his nose then noticing how hard your best friend was biting his lip. The bottom lip was now bright red and his teeth seemed to dig deeper once he realized you were staring down at his mouth.
“Can I try some?” Haechan asked. With your approval he brought the dollop of cream to his lips and licked his finger, humming at the tasty flavor. “It’s really good, I think you’ll like it.”
You pushed yourself to step even closer to him, letting one hand timidly grasp onto his long sleeve shirt while you hid your nervously shaking right hand. When you finally found the strength to look up at him he was smiling.
“You’re quite close, don’t you think?” Haechan joked lightly. The position let your lips tease him by almost touching and allowed for him to make a decision: He could kiss you and let this friendship become the relationship you two both craved or play it safe and brush this off as a weird prank that you were trying to pull on him. In the end, he caved and crushed his soft lips to yours and the slight sweetness seeped into your mouth, making the kiss utter perfection.
Kiss after kiss made your heart flutter and breath quicken. You pulled away slowly, smirking at how he chased after you, and rested your forehead against his. Haechan’s skin was warm and flushed while you couldn’t seem to find enough air.
You licked your lips and couldn't help but laugh, “Yum.”
