genre: fluff, holiday!au (2/25)
“I bet I can stuff more marshmallows into my cheeks than you can,” he challenges with a grin just as she’s putting the plastic bag of marshmallows back into the cabinets.
“I bet I have more excess baby fat in my cheeks for stuffing marshmallows into my mouth,” she retorts, competition suddenly filling the air as she smacks the bag of marshmallows back onto the counter.
“That’s not how it works,” Daehwi laughs, pouring marshmallows out onto a plate (and deciding to top off his whipped cream with one more marshmallow).
“I’m still going to win this.”
Two minutes later, she and Daehwi find themselves sitting across from each other at the small coffee table in her house with the plate of marshmallows in between them and their hot chocolate beside them.
“Are you ready?” she asks, fingers already grasping three marshmallows. Daehwi slaps her hand away lightly, before nodding.
She immediately stuffs three jumbo marshmallows into her mouth, earning a whine from Daehwi as he stuffs one into his. “One at a time, those are the rules!”
“There are no rules in Chubby Bunny other than you can’t swallow any marshmallows!” she retorts, voice already muffled.
Minutes pass, and as she continues to stuff marshmallows into her cheek, Daehwi begins to struggle after the first six. “You can give up, you know.”
“I said, you can give up, you know.”
Daehwi repeats the question every single time she tries to say something, and eventually, she sighs in exasperation, allowing herself to swallow a few marshmallows to repeat herself.
“You lose!” Daehwi interrupts in his own muffled voice, gulping down the marshmallows with some hot chocolate. “You swallowed the marshmallows!”
Her jaw drops in disbelief. “You tricked me!”
He only grins at her, taking another sip of his hot chocolate as if telling her that she should’ve expected this.
Her glare softens as she sees Daehwi’s bright grin, and the mustache of whipped cream framing his lips. With a roll of her eyes, she reaches over with a napkin to wipe it off, only for him to grab her wrist gently and tug him towards her.
Their lips clumsily press together, the both of them smiling through the kiss, with her pulling away from him with her own whipped cream mustache settled atop her lips.
