Wooyoung stood at the counter set in the middle of the kitchen, scrolling on his phone. He soon heard the oven sound off with beeping, meaning that the cookies he was making were ready. He set his phone down, walking over to the oven and grabbing a mitt, before he opened it up, a wave of hot air hitting his face. He carefully and slowly took the tray of cookies out of the oven, learning from last time not to rush or he'll have a burn to tend to. Setting the cookies off to the side, he looked at the pots on the stove top that were occupied with food he had just cooked.
"Okay, everything looks fine" the male mumbled to himself. As he was stirring around some stew in a pot, he felt a pair of arms encircling his waist, a chin on his shoulder.
"That smells delicious baby" San said, admiring the various food that was either on standby, or still cooking in their own juices.
Wooyoung set his stirring spoon down, turning around in the hold he was in. "Thank you. I made all her favorites so I'm hoping they taste good."
"Well you made it so I'm sure it tastes great" the taller responded before giving his boyfriend a quick peck on the lips.
"Don't boost my head up so much" Wooyoung said, giving the other a playful nudge on the chest.
San just smiled, shrugging at the other's words. He was about to say something else, when he saw a tray full of cookies calling out his name.
"Ouuuu cookies" he chirped, letting go of Wooyoung and stepping over to reach out to grab a sweet treat, that is, until he felt his hand being slapped.
"Nuh uh, those are not for you" the smaller said, moving the cookies out of the way, not that it would do much anyway, but San got the message.
"Well that's just dumb" San pouted, rubbing the hand that had a stinging sensation left behind. "She's not gonna even eat them all by herself."
"You don't know how he is about her sweets. Plus, she's our guest, I made those specifically for her."
"And you didn't even bother to make me my own batch" the older said as he playfully crossed his arms and looked away from the other.
Shaking his head and grinning at his lover, Wooyoung stepped closer to San, placing a hand on the side of his cheek and planting a peck on the pouty lips.
"I think you'll live without them for the night."
San smiled a bit at the show of affection, but was still a little upset. He unfolded his arms, setting his hands on the other's waist.
"...What about just one?" San tried.
"No" the other responded almost instantly.
"Okay, half of one?"
"Nope."
"A quarter?"
"Not at all."
"I'll do with even just one chocolate chip."
"You are absolutely ridiculous."
"What if-"
"Not a chance."
"But-"
Before San could even try to appeal more of his many attempts, the sound of the doorbell sounded off throughout their home.
"Damn it" San voiced with a pout for the umpteenth time.
Wooyoung just laughed at the childish man, pulling on one of his hands to go with him to answer the door.
"Let's go dummy."
"Eunji!" Wooyoung yelled out, engulfing his friend in a hug while still standing in the doorway.
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