what's tasty in busan。minjoon * REVAMPED

Five

Well, that ended the conversation. They sat in silence as Namjoon's blush grew and grew.

What did he mean by controlling himself?

His thoughts were interrupted by Jimin tapping his shoulder. "I also bought cake mix if you wanted to do something."

"Ah, I'm not a good baker or anything the last time I tried I-"

"We," Jimin began taking out boxes and ingredients, "are going to bake a cake and eat it, and that's final."

"So how do we bake a cake?" Namjoon scratched his head and nervously laughed.

Jimin leaned over the counter and kissed his forehead. "I'll tell you what to do, we'll be fine so don't worry about burning the hotel down."

Under Jimin's commands, Namjoon cracked eggs and measured out liquids for the instant cake batter.

After half an hour of Jimin checking out Namjoon's ass and helping him bake, the cake was cool enough to decorate.

"Do you want pink frosting or white icing?" Jimin held up two bags of icing.

"Pink." Namjoon began piping, very badly, the top of the cake, accidentally spurting the pink sugary syrup onto his own face.

"You're so clumsy sometimes Namjoon." Jimin leaned over, and instead of wiping it off like a regular person, he licked off the frosting.

Namjoon was stunned and dropped the icing bag, which Jimin promptly picked up and continued icing the pastry like nothing happened.

"I wanted to be the flirty one." Namjoon mumbled.

"I'm the dominant one here, don't even try to top me" Jimin laughed. "Maybe you were a top in other relationships, but in this one? You're going to be the one below me."

It wasn't as if Namjoon's head exploded, but in a way it kind of did. Him? A bottom with someone shorter than him as the top? As if...