Stray Kids advent calendar- one shots

Day 3: Making a gingerbread house with Jisung

"Babe," Han said excitedly," I have a vision."

I groaned. I loved Han but nothing good ever came out of his ideas. He was a highly creative person, which helped him write incredibly catchy songs, but sometimes his creativity went just a tad overboard.

My mind went to his last "great" idea.

Han had wanted to surprise me after a long day at work, and he'd come up with the idea of making a hammock in the living room. A hammock would be great for relaxing, but according to Han a pre-made hammock would be too boring and a self-made hammock made from fabric would be too basic. So, he'd decided to make one out of toilet paper.

Toilet paper.

Yes, that had been his great idea. He'd used several rolls worth of it by the time I'd come home, and all his designs had (unsurprisingly)failed. The living room was filled with bits of toilet paper and in the middle of the mess was Han, sitting cross legged with a sheepish expression.

In his defense, he'd been sleep deprived before these shenanigans.

I'd thanked him for the effort, and we'd spent a long time cuddling in the pile of toilet paper. Therefore, the surprise hadn't gone to waste, and I'd been able to relax. The cleaning, however, took ages to complete.

But today, when Han looked at me with bright eyes full of excitement, I just had to hear him out.

"This is going to be amazing! Much better than the toilet paper-hammock."

"Okay..."

"We're going to make a ginger-bread house."

That didn't sound too bad. In fact, it sounded really fun.

I began nodding eagerly. "I've never tried making one before, but I'd love to try it out!"

"Perfect!" Han said. He grabbed two aprons and let me pick which one I wanted to wear. One was red and white, like a candy cane, and one had multiple tiny quokkas on it.

I smiled and reached for the striped one. I could never take his quokka apron.

"Wait, you're seriously passing on the quokka apron?" Judging by the sound of his voice, Han couldn't believe his eyes.

I laughed. "Thank you for the offer, but it suits you much better."

He blushed a little and I couldn't resist giving him a kiss. A kiss turned into two, which then turned into five minutes well spent.

Han slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled away from me. Both of us were breathing heavily.

"Babe I would love to keep on doing this, but the gingerbread dough is waiting."

I nodded. I needed to get a grip. Kissing Han felt like flying or floating, which made it exceedingly difficult to get back on the ground right after. He had the softest lips, and my gosh his hair...

He noticed the look in my eyes and smiled in a way that made my heart melt.

It turned out that Han had bought a lot of gingerbread dough. By a lot I meant a small mountain.

"So, are you planning on making a mansion out of this or...?" I asked, intrigued.

Han shook his head. "Actually, my vision is to make a skyscraper!"

I raised my eyebrows.

"Yes, I'd love for it to be taller than me." He added.

I'd rarely seen him be this excited about anything.

In fact, I'd been pretty worried about him lately due to the group's constant comebacks. Han had been working round the clock, either practicing with the boys or working on new songs, and he never was able to relax.

"Sure, why not? Let's make a ginormous gingerbread skyscraper." I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, grabbed two rolling pins and then the work began.

Han insisted on free handing the whole design and I laughed a little seeing how absolutely confident he was in his architectural abilities.

Truth be told, Han did most of the work, whereas I placed baking trays in the oven and spent ten minutes staring at Han before taking the trays out of the oven. I was a fan of this division of labor.

Three hours and lots of laughs later, we began the most challenging part of the operation: the assembling of the skyscraper.

One of the things I admired the most about Han was his impeccable work ethic and determination. This time, however, those were not the best qualities to have. I watched Han struggle with the assembly and despite me helping him wherever I could, this task seemed impossible.

Finally, we had a finished "skyscraper". It was tall, but very wonky.

"At least this was fun." I said and smiled at Han. He was covered in flour or powdered sugar, and he had bits of icing on his face. He looked absolutely adorable.

He beamed with pride.

"Hannie, how exactly are we planning on eating all of this?" I gestured at our masterpiece.

His eyes went wide. It became clear that the thought had never crossed his mind.

***

In the end we decided to invite the group over and had them help us eat our work of art.

Hannie and I decided to present this artwork as a calculated rendition of the leaning tower of Pisa, instead of a failed skyscraper. Our work got lots of compliments and no one noticed that our original idea had failed.