pupsick ❧ l.jn | ✔

book one ❧ [ii]

Minseok approaching your station from the front typically let you know that was mid afternoon, about time for your shift to end as well. His schedule was variable, it depended on what kind of administrative duties needed to be done, and whether or not he needed to help out in the front or back at all that day.

The sphinx stopped across the counter from you as you put away clean utensils that you didn't need anymore. "Hey, it's too slow today. I already sent Donghyuck home and I'm having Jeno close the front. Go home once you're done cleaning up."

He was walking towards the back door when you suddenly thought of something. "Oh, Minseok!"

"Yeah?" Your boss stopped, his hand almost on the handle.

"I actually wanted to ask if I could stay after my shift and test a new recipe?"

"Sure. What kind?"

"New flavor of brownie?"

"Hm. If all goes well, it can be a limited flavor. Keep Jeno to taste test."

You grinned, already planning on doing that yourself. After all, this recipe really was for him. "Will do, thank you!"

"Call if you need anything. Bye, Y/N."

"Bye, Minseok!" You sent him off for the day with an enthusiastic wave.

Jeno came into the back just a few minutes later, tossing a washcloth into the laundry basket. "You need any help back here?"

"Yes, actually." You couldn't hide your beaming smile.

"Oh no," he groaned. "What is that smile? We're getting off early and you're happy about giving me more work?"

"You can go if you want..." you sighed teasingly. "If you really don't want to help me taste test the peanut butter brownies I'm about to make."

He gasped, face immediately lighting up, "You're making what?"

"Yep, the test kitchen is open this afternoon. But, since you want to leave work early, I guess I won't have my trusty taste tester this time." You let out another comically deep sigh, shutting away mixing bowls into cabinets. "And to think... all that peanut butter just going to waste... I guess I could give some to Sungchan. I know he says it's not a werewolf thing to like peanut butter but—"

"Y/N!" Jeno cut in with a whine, grabbing your arm. "I'm staying! I'm your taste tester!"

You couldn't help but giggle, turning to your friend and patting his cheek, "I know, Jeno. Now come on, help me put this stuff away and we can get started."

Despite having worked at a bakery for a few years, Jeno didn't know much about baking. He knew what the different kinds of baked goods that the store offered were, but he didn't do any of the cooking. Mostly his role in your little test kitchens was to just taste test. And when your arm got tired of mixing sometimes, you'd pass the batter and spoon off to him. Sure, you had electric mixers for that kind of stuff, but for small batches like this, you preferred to just do the mixing by hand.

This time, you were making brownies swirled with peanut butter and with mini peanut butter cups in them. It was something Jeno had been begging for nearly as long as you'd been working at Half Moon. It had been sort of always in the back of your mind to get around to eventually, but Jeno's disturbing lack of appetite today had finally spurred you into action.

As you folded the mini peanut butter cups into the brownie batter, you saw a hand snake under your arm towards the batter.

"Hey," you gently pushed Jeno's hand away from the mixing bowl. "That's unsanitary, Jeno."