First love//{sequel} Yoongi x Reader

Chapter 15

YOUR POV

„Let's bake a cake." Me and Yoongi where sitting on my couch. The others where at the dorm and enjoyed their day off. Confused Yoongi stared at me. „Why should we do that?"

„Because Bangtans anniversary will be soon." He keep looking at me, waiting for a better argument than that. Like seeking for a reason to move. „Also Jin gave me this really delicious sounding cake recipe."

Now Yoongi was chuckling. „Admit it you just want to eat cake." Don't let your poker face drop now."No I just thought it would be a nice idea." Still chuckling he lift up my chin and locked his black eyes with mine.

No contact lenses where changing the color of his eyes. No makeup just a bare face Yoongi was holding my chin as he tilt his head to the side and connected our lips.

The kiss didn't hold long. Yet it was passionate and gentle. Closing my eyes I enjoyed the soft feeling of his moving along mine.

„If you want cake that bad than we should bake some." He smiled at me as he pulled off and I was greatful that we were on the couch otherwise I wasn't sure if I could stand at the moment.

We stayed like that for a while before getting up to get into my kitchen. I couldn't believe that Yoongi was willing to get up. Slightly I chuckled to myself, earning a confused stare.

We rolled up our sleeves and washed hands as we got all the ingredients. It was super fun to work with Yoongi. Rapping along some of his favorite songs, we were listening to, he mixed the dough in a big bowl.

„I know this will turn out delicious." Liking the raw dough away from my finger I smiled happily. „Yah stop eating it raw or their will be nothing left to bake." Yoongi scolded me in a joking manner.

„Who's finger is in the bowl right now?" He pulled his finger out of the dough and licked it the same way I did before. „You liked it so much I had no other opportunity than to try it as well."

Both of us laughed and I got the form where we'll bake the cake in out of a cupboard.

„Let's fill the dough in." With a spoon I scraped the leftovers out of the bowl and put the form in the oven.

„It smells so good." I mumbled to myself as the air filled with the intense smell of the baking cake. During the time it still needed Yoongi and I were watching tv. But he felt asleep after three minutes.

The sound of the alarm I prepared to know when the cake will be ready woke Yoongi up. Groaning he turned his head on my lap wanting to continue sleep.

"I gotta get the cake out." Gently I lift his head up and placed it underneath a pillow since he didn't moved on himself. Don't burn my precious cake.

„Let's prepare the frosting it needs some time to chill." Yoongi only nodded as an answer,still sleepy. It was last noon and he slept entire time but now he was awake and promised me to help.

Rubbing his eyes with his sweaterpaws he streched before he covered his mouth as a yawn escaped his mouth. The adoration was killing me especially after a soft blush covered his cheeks as Yoongi saw me starring at him.

„I'm sorry." He tilt his head to the side and smiled his adorable gummy smile. We started to make a cream, which should go between the single layers of the cake.

"Y/N?" I tilted my head to look at him but was greeted with a cream coverd hand against my cheek. Laughting Yoongi pulled his hand away, my eyes still widen in surprise.

Yoongi was laughting his ass of while I run a finger over the thick layer of cream on my face, starring at it in disbelief. "How dare you?"

The males laughter got interrupted as I pick up some cream and throw it right in his face. Now it was my turn to laugh. In fake anger he brushed the remaining cream off his face.

It didn't take long before both of us were covered in cream. It was smeared across our faces, in our hair, even some parts of my furniture had the sugary substance on them. "Wow that escalated."

Both of us forgot about the actual purpose for the cream, after Yoongi decided to take revenge on me for my revenge. We've been throwing the cream around and dodged behind the counter.

It was world war three baking cream version with way more fun on top. But now that I looked through the flat after we stopped laughting the urge of running away overwhelmed me. I don't want to clean this up.

Yoongi and I were starring eaqualy exhausted at the huge mess we left. " Yoongi you wanted to clean this up right?" I questioned him with the sweetest voice I managed.

"Oh hell no. If then we do this together. But I'll take a shower first." Disgusted he run a hand through his sticky hair. "No."

"What do you mean no?" He furrowed his eyebrows at me. " I'll take a shower first." I explained and was already on my way to the bathroom.

Two arms slung around my waist stopped me from doing so, as I got pulled closer. I tried not to shiver at the disgusting feeling of cream and fabric between my back and Yoongi's upper body.

A soft peck on my shoulder made me forget about the feeling. Travelling more up Yoongi left a trace of light kisses from my shoulder up to my neck before his husky voice whispered in my ear.

"Why don't we just shower together?"