★Please... cherish me★ | Yoosung x Reader

The King & The Servant

"I won~" You sang to your husband, after your third consecutive win of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Yoosung smiled, "You're the King today."

You nodded happily, "And from this moment on, you are my loyal servant!"

The two of sat across from each other at the table, but as you spoke Yoosung got to his feet; gathering the dishes and setting them by the sink ready for washing. Already he was completely absorbed in his new role - it was pretty cute to watch, even when you'd been playing this game since you'd moved in together.

He set about filling the sink with hot water, thoughtfully staring at the steep pile of dishes with a strategic eye. It was one of his rare days off from working at the clinic and you'd wanted to have a date at home; opting to spend the day experimenting with baking - an effort that had the two of you exhausted.

The cakes of your labour were on the counter, ready to be served as a royal treat by whoever was the servant that evening. Of course, along with so many different cakes, biscuits, tarts, and slices, came a mountain of dirty dishes; you felt a bit guilty leaving it all to your honey when it was his day off.

Maybe you could make an exception to the game just this once. He'd been so busy at work recently - the last thing you wanted to do was stress him out over doing the dishes.

You tiptoed up behind him as he got to work on the glassware first; wrapping your arms around him and resting your head between his shoulder blades, "The King wants to help out today."

He chuckled softly, "I'd hug Your Majesty but my hands are wet." You kissed the back of his neck and picked up the tea towel he'd left on the counter. As the two of you worked together, Yoosung began to hum: the lullaby he always sang when you had trouble sleeping.

You blinked away the wave of drowsiness, but couldn't repress the yawn that escaped you. Yoosung stopped working and watched you, his violet eyes tender and warm, "I knew you were feeling tired. You should let me finish the rest,Jagiy– Your Majesty," he corrected himself, "I can serve your cakes afterwards!"

You stood firm, reaching for the giant mixing bowl, tucking it away in the cupboard after drying it, "I can keep going. Don't worry about me." He leaned towards you, planting a kiss on your brow with a grateful smile, "Thank you."

He went back to humming and a few minutes later he placed the last plate on the drying rack; draining the sink. As you finished up, he moved on to the array of cakes and other sweets that the two of you had baked - placing them all over the dining table and stepping back, satisfied.

When you finished, he pulled your chair out, gesturing for you to sit which you did, expecting him to sit across from you again. But Yoosung kissed the top of your head before standing beside you as a waiter might, "Is there anything in particular Your Majesty would like to try first?"

You looked up at him confused, "I thought we were gonna eat these together?"

He shook his head, "The King should eat first."

Usually, this game ended after you finished the dishes. This was definitely a first - especially with the spread in front of you. Well, you were King, so at least he couldn't refuse you.

"Then, maybe the fudge brownies first?" You spied the brownies with hungry eyes, biting your lip as Yoosung put one on your plate. Immediately, you split the brownie in half, and in half again; spearing one of the pieces with your fork and letting it fall onto your tongue; the rich chocolate melting instantly and you almost shuddered at the decadence. You turned towards Yoosung, another piece ready, and offered it to him; cake inches from his lips.

He began his protest but with an insistent look from you he fell quiet and his usual blush dusted his cheeks as you fed him. He chewed and swallowed; gaze sweeping the rest of the table almost greedily, before fixing his attention back on you.

"Can't we enjoy this together, Yoosung?" You pleaded, "The cakes won't taste nearly as nice if I'm the only one eating."

"But you deserve all the sweet things in the world~" He sang.

His words made you grin at him, "Including you! So," you got up, grabbing his wrist and guiding him until he was sat down once again, "If you really want to serve me then you can bless me with your company - it's not like I can eat all this by myself anyway."

You offered him another piece of brownie, where he took it without protest, a tiny moan spilling from his lips in appreciation.

"We make a good baking team, right?" You laughed, eating the last piece and scanning the table again, "What's next? Your choice."

He deliberated for a moment and then flashed you a cheeky smile, "Close your eyes and open your mouth!"

Feeling a little silly with your mouth hanging open, you wanted to pout, but Yoosung had already popped a new treat into your mouth.

Smooth and wonderfully sweet...

"Marzipan?" You guessed, after you had swallowed; eyes still closed.

"Yup!" Yoosung chirped, "You're so good at this, MC!"

The praise sent blood rising to your cheeks. Flustered, you placed your cooler hands over them, hoping to cool down your face. He was so good at turning you into a blushing mess, even after being together so long!

"Do I get a reward?" You prompted, and you stifled a giggle when he gasped, taken aback.

"Oh.. um... okay!" You heard his chair scrape against the floor and a second later something warm was pressed against your lips.

One kiss. Two kisses. Three... four...

The two of you broke off before things got too heated, and when you opened your eyes, Yoosung was pink-faced and slightly breathless.

He opened his mouth to speak, but then quickly shut it.

You giggled, "What's the embarrassing thing you want to say this time?"

His violet eyes widened, "What? It's not.. well it kind of is.. but.. how did you..."

"We've been together for so long - of course I know when you want to say something embarrassing, but actually turns out really cute. So what is it..?"

He blushed deeper; still leaning over you.

Brushing his lips over your ear -sending a shiver through your body - he whispered, "You taste like marzipan...Your Majesty."