𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𓈒 boyfriend!tae X fem!reader 500+ words fluff
ᝰ.ᐟ kissing skinship food fight
𝜗𝜚 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ៹ Tysm, @heeharmony for requesting this !! Ilysm mwa . Don’t mind me pumping fics out before I have to work 💔. That’s why they are short, but dw I am working on something !!
The first thing Taehyun said when you suggested making gingerbread cookies was, “We could just buy them.”
The second thing he said, five minutes later, when you gave him the look, was, “Fine. But if we burn the house down, I’m blaming you.”
Now, two hours in, there’s flour in his hair, molasses on the counter, and you’re fairly sure the measuring spoons have vanished under a layer of powdered sugar. The kitchen smells like cinnamon, cloves, and something dangerously close to smoke.
You’re laughing, leaning over the bowl, sleeves rolled up, cheeks warm from the oven’s heat. Taehyun’s watching you instead of watching the dough.
“You’re supposed to be mixing,” you remind him.
“I’m supervising,” he says, voice even. “You’re doing great, though.”
He smirks, the corner of his mouth tugging upward — that quiet, amused look that usually comes before he says or does something mildly disastrous.
Before you can react, his hand dips into the flour bag, and a cloud of white bursts between you.
He’s already laughing, stepping back like a criminal fleeing the scene, the front of his dark sweater now dusted in white. “That was an accident!”
“You liar!” You grab a handful and fling it at him, missing entirely and hitting the cabinet. The second try, though — that one hits his shoulder dead-on.
He gasps, mock-offended. “Oh, it’s war now.”
What follows isn’t dignified. There’s shrieking, dodging, a small avalanche of flour that probably ruins the rug. At one point he tries to grab your wrist and you swipe your powdered fingers across his cheek, leaving a white streak. He looks at you, eyes bright, grin splitting his face.
And then, before you can duck away, he dips a finger in the bowl of frosting and smears a line across your nose.
You freeze. He freezes. The air smells like sugar and something else — something warm, and sweet, and stupidly romantic.
“…You’re so dead,” you whisper.
“Then I might as well make it worth it.”
He catches you around the waist before you can escape, pulling you in despite your laugh and the mess between you. There’s flour on your sweater, sugar in his hair, your hands pressed against his chest to steady yourself — and his mouth meets yours in the middle of all that chaos.
It’s soft at first, tentative, then messier when he smiles against you and you both start laughing halfway through it. You taste sugar and cinnamon and something familiar that has nothing to do with cookies.
When you finally pull back, your forehead rests against his. His nose brushes yours.
“You’re terrible at baking,” he murmurs.
“You started it,” you counter.
“Yeah,” he says, thumb tracing a spot of frosting on your cheek, “and I’d do it again.”
The oven timer dings. You both look over at the tray inside, slightly misshapen gingerbread men rising unevenly.
Taehyun sighs. “They look like they survived the war we just had.”
“Fitting,” you say, grinning. “Battle of the flour.”
He huffs out a laugh, pulling you close again. “Next time, we’re just buying them.”
“Sure,” you agree, already knowing you won’t.
The cookies come out half-burned, half-perfect — just like the two of you. And when you try one, sitting on the counter beside him, legs swinging, the taste of cinnamon and sugar lingers — but so does the warmth of his smile.
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