the timer went off and up and out of the stool you'd jump, racing to the oven. Your golden brown hair slightly messy. Sometimes you'd burn yourself when you weren't careful. I'd scold you. Though your only importance was the texture of the cakes in the mold, sticking a toothpick in three to make sure they were dry and thoroughly cooked. Your slender fingers carefully placed the pastries on a rack to cool off.
and as we waited, I had the tendency to wipe batter off your chiseled face.
My cheeks would grow hot from your longing stare.
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Bitter Sweets 『byun baekhyun』
أدب الهواة"the cupcake frosting tasted much more sweet from your lips" {lowercase indented}
