What never should've happened.

Bake to impress

Y/N pov

As soon as Yoongi left you went directly to the kitchen to get started on the cookies.

You took out all the ingredients and put the kettle on. Coffee first or everything would go to shit. Today you needed some extra loving and so, you decided to froth some evaporated milk with some vanilla essence to pour on your coffee.

You began preparing the dough while the water came to the right temperature and then, as the coffee brewed, you repeated your affirmations.

Making cookies was second nature to breathing for you. You prepared two batches of dough: one for regular chocolate chunk cookies and one for double chocolate ones, that meant, chocolate in the dough. Those were going in Yoongi's box, a special treat for your big baby boyfriend.

It took about forty five minutes to finish prepping and into the oven the cookies went. You finished your coffee and went to take a shower.

You hadn't allowed yourself to think about what happened the night before because it was…weird. As you washed your hair you kept remembering how Yoongi's mouth had felt on you and how every lick and suck had felt like some sort of worship to your body. The way he had been able to bring your body to a complete state of bliss and relaxation and with that…your mind too.

You hadn't been able to tell your story to anyone without going into a complete panic and anxiety attack, not even to Lena and you still hadn't told your parents.

Why were you able to tell Yoongi so easily?

Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had gone through depression and anxiety himself, or that he was genuinely trying to help you and trying to meet your needs despite his own. It was twice now that he had pleasured you to beyond your imagination and he hadn't once asked for you to do something for him in return. You knew it had to be bad for him, you had felt how hard he was and not even once did he try to get himself off.

He was putting you first.

It scared you a bit that he was making you feel this way, that you were so easily trusting him when, just like Huang had said and why it was that Namjoon didn't like the idea of you, you hardly knew him.

It had to be a good thing, so you were trying to look at it in that light.

You finished showering and when you were getting out heard the ding of the oven, that meant you had ten minutes to get dressed and take them out. It took you less than seven minutes and you were already putting them on a cooling rack before going to do your hair.

A quick blow out, some mascara and lip gloss and you were ready. You packed the cookies in four different containers and on the one with the two types of cookies, you drew a little heart with a sharpie.

When Huang called to say he was near, you were already waiting for him outside. Upon entering the car, you gave one container to Huang.

“Cookies!? You baked cookies! Oh my God, noona!!! I've been wanting some of your cookies since the last time you came!” he said eagerly as he opened the container and began munching on one cookie. “Perfect!” He said through a mouthful.

You laughed. “Why didn't you ask me to make some for you, pabo? I would've gladly done so.”

“I didn't know how to. It seemed like too much abuse of your trust.” He blushed.

“Never. Now,” you put on your seatbelt and adjusted the seat. It had been adjusted to fit someone the size of Eunji and that made you smile. “Don't eat all of those. Those are team cookies, so you have to share them with Eunji.”

“Yah! Wae?” He said, offended, “let her have one of those containers. I don't want to share.”

“What is it with the men in my life refusing to share cookies?” You muttered.

“Because anyone who has tasted your cookies would be an idiot to share. Besides, you have a lot of cookies there.”

“These are for Yoongi and for the rest of BTS.” You said, proudly.

“I see how it is,” Huang was making a drama out of it, a pretend drama to make you smile, “the idols get preferential treatment and I, your friend and dongsaeng, get shared baked goods. It's nice to know where I stand with you.”

“Well, if you want, I can give them to Eunji myself and spare you the chance of bringing her some coffee and talking to her about something not work related?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“Noonaaa!” He whined. “I'll share. But stop trying to play matchmaker. Yes, she's pretty, smart and cute. I don't think she likes me that much though, so I don't want to get my hopes up.”

Hu? You were sure she liked him. “Why do you say that? What happened last night?”

“Not much. We talked for a bit and then she got a call from her sister and she kind of just stopped making eye contact with me.”

“You really are dumb,” you stated as you stared out the window, “she was nervous. Imagine how she feels about liking someone after the shit her ex pulled on her? It's not easy.”

This had Huang's brain working double time. He knew you were right and that also made him concerned about you.

“Noona…how are things between you and Yoongi?”

“I told him everything last night.”

Huang's eyes flew to yours, forgetting about the road for a bit, searching your face for any sign of pain or discomfort, but other than a faint trace of puffiness on your eyes, he found nothing. “Everything, everything?”

“Yes, everything. From the start to my tattoo.”

He nodded, “How did he react?”

“A bit like you, actually, he wants to kill him and asked for his name.” You still didn't know how to feel about that, “then he kissed every single one of my scars, held me tight and spent the night with me. Holding me close.”

“I hate this,” Huang said.

“What? Why? I thought you wanted this for me.”

“Exactly,” he said, “I hate that he keeps proving to be an even better person than I expected.” He chuckled, “he's far more than an idol. And if he's not an idiot…what do I have left to tease you with or protect you from?”

Your eyes filled with tears.

“I'm sure you'll find something to tease me with, that won't be a problem. But it wasn't your job to protect me, it's not his either. Only I can do that and I need to learn how to do it.”

“I know that, noona. You're a badass, but if my somewhat superior physical strength can be of any use for you, then I should do it.”

You patted his hand, “I know. I've never doubted it.” You smiled, “I have a good feeling about this, I just hope I'm not mistaken.”

You drove the rest of the way in silence until you got to your assigned parking spot.

“Wait…how are you delivering those cookies? I don't think you can simply waltz into Hybe and ask to see your boyfriend, can you?” Huang asked when he saw you get out of the car carrying the cookies.

“Nope. I have a coffee date during my break and you can't come.”

“Aw, why not?” He whined, “I  only have a limited amount of time in which I can intimidate him.”

“As if!”

“It's true! Besides, you can't carry back three drinks. Or are you not planning on getting Eunji one?”.

He had a point. “Fine, you can come. But you're getting the drinks AND leaving, alright?”

“Fine, fine. Gaja!”

You headed up to your office. If you wanted to extend your break, you had a lot to do before eleven.