minsung one shots

brownies

ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ
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fluff / 3915
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the sun was beginning to dip in the sky, casting warm, golden light through the kitchen window, which was slightly cracked open to let in a soft breeze.

jisung had been at it for hours now, battling the kitchen with the tenacity of someone on a mission.

flour floated in the air like dust in an old attic, settling on every surface it could reach. a stray bag of sugar lay tipped over on the counter, spilling its crystalline contents like sand from a broken hourglass. in the sink, a mountain of mixing bowls, whisks, and measuring cups stood as evidence of jisung’s relentless determination.

the small, outdated radio on the windowsill played an eclectic mix of old pop songs and current hits, providing a soundtrack to his one-man show. jisung sang along with his own off-key rendition, his voice punctuated by the occasional exclamation when he spilled something or nearly knocked over an ingredient.

he was messy, sure, but his heart was in it, and he wore his determination on his sleeve—or rather, on his flour-streaked apron.

jisung had never been a natural in the kitchen. in fact, his cooking skills were laughable at best, and minho would tease him endlessly about it.

but there was something about baking that called to him—something about the precise measurements, the careful mixing, the transformative power of heat that turned chaos into something sweet. it was like magic.

and after a string of unfortunate kitchen disasters that had left their smoke alarm on high alert, jisung was more determined than ever to master this art.

today’s quest was brownies, and jisung was already on his third batch. the first had come out of the oven looking more like a blackened brick than anything edible, and the second, well… it had never even made it that far.

a moment’s distraction—a cat knocking over a bottle of vanilla extract, followed by a frantic chase around the kitchen—had led to an unfortunate accident involving a bowl of batter and the floor.

but jisung was undeterred. he wiped down the counters (or at least tried to) and started again, promising himself that this time would be different.

“okay, we’ve got this,” jisung muttered, cracking his knuckles as if he were about to enter a boxing ring rather than simply bake.

he squinted at the recipe on his phone, which was propped up against the salt shaker, the screen smeared with a faint, greasy fingerprint from the butter he’d handled earlier. “one cup of sugar… no, wait, that’s already in. ugh, why is this so hard?”

dori, their most curious cat, perched on the nearby windowsill, watching jisung with wide eyes. his ears twitched with every new sound, but his attention was mostly fixed on the strange and wonderful things his human was doing.

dori had been particularly adventurous today, poking his nose into every bowl and batting at anything that moved. at one point, jisung had found himself trying to pour flour while also nudging dori away from the precariously balanced tower of eggs on the counter.

“dori, this isn’t for you,” jisung had warned, but the cat had merely blinked up at him, unimpressed and entirely undeterred.

somewhere in the chaos, dori had managed to roll in a bit of flour, and now his usually brown tabby pattern fur was dusted in white. jisung couldn’t help but laugh every time he glanced at him.

jisung’s focus shifted back to the brownies. the batter was thick and glossy, a dark, rich chocolate that looked almost perfect.

he dipped a finger into the bowl for a taste, and a satisfied hum escaped his lips. sweet, decadent, and only a little bit gritty from the sugar he hadn’t mixed quite well enough—but good enough.