Exam (Off/Gun)

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Author's note: Small continuation from Course. 😊

Gun was nervous the desserts he left for his Papii didn't turn out as good as he planned. The baking class was harder than he thought, and the final exam was around the corner. His coworker ate them with gusto. The sweet treats did taste how they were supposed to, but they looked awful. Gun was embarrassed to give them to Off himself because of it. He sneaked into the office, placing the nicely wrapped dessert on the taller's desk, leaving immediately. 

He managed to deliver his creations for a week without getting caught. Even the visual part of the cakes got better with time, making Gun happier. 

When the hands suddenly wrapped around his waist, he nearly dropped the small package on the floor. The familiar warmth enveloped him, making him relax. 

"Hello there, my pastry chef." Off mumbled, kissing his head. Gun's smile widened as he giggled, not minding his secret deliveries ended today. 

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