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Birthday Cake (Bae Suzy)

The soft hum of the elevator doors closing behind me signalled the end of a long workday. It was my birthday, but I didn't expect much—maybe a quiet dinner at home with my girlfriend, Suzy, which was all I ever really wanted. As I unlocked the door and stepped into our apartment, the familiar scent of vanilla hit me instantly.

I frowned, kicking off my shoes. 

"Noona?" I called out.

"In the kitchen!" her voice chimed, a hint of excitement in her tone.

Curiosity sparked inside me, and I made my way to the kitchen, where the sight that greeted me made me pause. There she was—Suzy, wearing an oversized apron and sporting flour-dusted cheeks, with a cake batter-coated spoon in hand. The kitchen was in slight chaos: bowls, measuring cups, and ingredients scattered all over the counter, and something vaguely resembling a cake was in the oven.

"You're home early!" she exclaimed, eyes bright as she flashed me her signature smile. 

"Happy birthday, Y/N-nie!"

I blinked, taking it all in. 

"Noona... are you baking?"

"Uh-huh!" She nodded eagerly. 

"I wanted to surprise you! I've been trying to make a birthday cake all afternoon."

My heart melted at the sight of her—so determined, so incredibly thoughtful. Suzy, who was always so composed, was standing here, apron-clad, in the middle of a baking frenzy, just for me.

"You didn't have to go through all this trouble," I said, smiling as I approached her.

She scrunched her nose playfully. 

"Trouble? It's your birthday! I couldn't just let you come home to nothing special."

I glanced over at the counter, where remnants of cake batter and a half-frosted cake sat, looking a little... uneven. 

"How's it going?"

Her lips pressed together in a tight line, and she glanced at the cake. 

"Well... it's harder than I thought," she admitted sheepishly. 

"But I'm doing my best!"

I couldn't help but laugh softly. 

"I'm sure it's great."

Suzy's eyes lit up, but I could tell she was a little anxious. 

"It's almost ready. I wanted it to be perfect for you."

I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind and resting my chin on her shoulder. 

"It's already perfect," I murmured. "You did this for me. That's all that matters."

She leaned back into me, relaxing at my words. 

"You always know what to say to make me feel better."

We stood there for a moment, her in my arms, surrounded by the sweet smell of baking, and the warmth of the oven filling the kitchen. I glanced over her shoulder as she peeked into the oven, her eyes focused on the cake as if it were the most important task in the world.

"I think it's ready!" she exclaimed, gently pulling the cake out of the oven and setting it on the counter to cool.

It was a little crooked, the frosting a bit too thick on one side, but it was beautiful to me. Suzy had poured her heart into this, and that was all that mattered. She carefully sliced a piece, offering it to me with an expectant look.

"Go on, try it!" she said, biting her lip nervously.

I took the fork and tasted the cake. The moment it hit my tongue, I could tell it wasn't exactly the most well-made cake—maybe a little dense, maybe a little too sweet. But I smiled anyway, chewing slowly as I glanced at her. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, waiting for my reaction.

"Well?" she asked, her voice soft.

I swallowed and smiled at her. 

"It's delicious, Suzy. Really."

She beamed, her whole face lighting up as she let out a relieved laugh. 

"You're just being nice."

"No, I mean it," I insisted, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. 

"The effort you put into this? It means more to me than anything. I love it."

Suzy blushed, her arms wrapping around me as she hugged me tightly. 

"I just wanted to make today special for you. I know I'm not the best at baking, but... I really tried."

"You did, and that's what makes it perfect," I murmured, stroking her hair gently.

As we sat together, sharing more bites of her homemade cake, the taste didn't matter. What mattered was that she had come home early, taken time out of her busy schedule, and put her heart into something just for me.

"Happy birthday, Y/N," she whispered, leaning her head against my shoulder.

I smiled, pulling her closer. "Thank you, Suzy. This is the best birthday I could ask for."

And in that moment, with the lopsided cake on the counter and Suzy snuggled against me, I realized just how lucky I was. It wasn't about the cake or the celebration—it was about the love she gave me every single day, in ways that were sweeter than any dessert.