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As Haruto finished showering, with wet hair and a thin white see-through vest, he looked for the one he was supposed to make dinner with. Doyoung had showered before him, so he expected to see the elder drying his hair or something, but Doyoung wasn't in the room. Haruto saw the unpacked bags still on the floor, meaning, Doyoung hadn't left. He called the latter by the name but got no reply.

Haruto went downstairs. He heard some faint rustles and clicks, and based on the location of the source, he headed straight to the kitchen. And he guessed right. Doyoung was there, trying to cook something.

"Oh, you're here!" Doyoung said once he noticed the younger, "Great! Now help me with that." Doyoung pointed at the small pack of flour that Haruto kept on a top shelf. Now honestly, the fact that Doyoung couldn't reach there was as adorable as it could be, Haruto still couldn't help teasing the elder about his height.

"Oh. So, little baby can't reach the top, can he?"

Doyoung immediately glared at Haruto, "Yah! You're the one who's a giant!"

Haruto shrugged. Obviously not moving to help. Doyoung had to request again, "Come on! Ruto! Help me!!"

Haruto giggled. He decided not to tease Doyoung anymore, however, regarding this only. Because, he had no reason to turn Doyoung over, push him against the counter, stand behind him, skin to skin, and get the flour from the shelf. He also didn't need to whisper in Doyoung's ear in his raspy voice, saying "Anything for you, baby."

Then leaving a small peck on Doyoung's butter smooth neck, that got goosebumps just from the closeness, he stepped away.

Doyoung stood there, still, holding his neck in surprise. Haruto smirked.

"Aren't you gonna take it?" He asekd, showing the flour to the back of Doyoung's head. Doyoung turned around, he had a red face, but also an annoyed gaze.

"What was that for??" He asked, snatching the packet from Haruto's grip. The younger, who was obviously loving it, said, "If ours were a Kdrama, we would have been like this, don't you think?"

Doyoung shook his head with an eyeroll at his stupid reason, and got back to making the batter again. Haruto came next to him soon, observing him.

"Are we having waffles?" He asked. Doyoung gave a small nod. They both liked sweet, so it was only natural. When Doyoung was busy reading the recipe to keep the proportion accurate, Haruto found something else to do. He saw the loosely tied laces of the navy blue apron Doyoung had on. So, to tighten it, he gave a pull at Doyoung's waist, bumping his chest with Doyoung's shoulders. Doyoung trembled from the sudden shock, but felt the tightening around his waist. Haruto was trying the apron for him.

"Ruto-"

"Sssh!" Haruto, once again, whispered in Doyoung's ears, giving him shivers all over, "Just another Kdrama moment."

Once he was done, he let the elder go. Doyoung's cheeks were strawberry tinted again. Sure, Haruto's strawberry guy never disappoints.

"Okay, no more Kdrama!" Doyoung spoke, once he calmed his racing heart down. Haruto objected. He took Doyoung's waist in a back hug, resting his head on Doyoung's shoulder, saying, "But in my Kdrama, they stay like this while cooking."

Doyoung had a clean spatula in hand, with the edge, he hit softly on Haruto's head, "Well in mine, they help each other, because if you're holding me this way, I can't work properly." He forced himself free from Haruto's grip, who obviously sulked. However, they really had something to make, so he didn't bother Doyoung anymore. And just like his flower boy wished, instead of making any proper dinner, he helped making desserts, appropriate for sweet craving but bad for their health.

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