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3 ~ Laughter

     Rubbing his hands together in determination, Jimin surveyed his surroundings. 

Flour. Check.

Eggs. Check.

Sugar. Check.

A bunch of other ingredients he didn't understand? Check.

     Jimin had spent the entirety of that morning figuring out what the difference between baking powder and baking soda was. What about the difference between icing sugar and regular sugar? And how was he supposed to know what vanilla extract was for? Which bottle was it in? It was all still a mystery to him, despite having spent several hours researching the subject.

     You see, Jimin was on a mission: Bake a cake to surprise Mina before she got home. Their apartment felt horribly lonely without her presence over the past week while she was off to promote with the rest of TWICE in Japan. Jimin would turn to the side to try and make her laugh every now and then, only to realize that she wasn't there. But somehow, he had survived an entire week without her and Mina would be coming back home to him that very evening. 

     He was originally just going to buy a nice cake from the bakery. It would have been so simple: a piece of cake, pun intended. But, he wanted the surprise to be from him, not from some random person behind the bakery counter. And so he found himself where he was now. As he straightened his apron, Jimin reassured himself that Mina would love anything he made for her. Just maybe not if it gave her indigestion.

     Jimin wasn't a bad cook. He could follow recipes just fine, and based on that logic, he should be able to bake a cake. Mina was just better. She always claimed that all she did was follow the recipe, but when Jimin was forced to cook for himself this past week, it didn't taste the same at all. Mina was the one who loved to dabble in different kinds of food whenever she had enough free time to cook. She drew from all sorts of cultures; Japanese, Korean, American, Chinese. Because of that, Jimin was able to try a diverse selection of unique home-cooked meals, each as wonderful as the girl who made them. There was no better feeling than to come home after a long day at work to a warm meal and her gorgeous smile.

     Recently, Mina had taken up baking. American style. And so nothing would be more fitting than for Jimin to surprise her with her new obsession. Right?

     Jimin turned to look at the clock on the stove. 5:30 already?  Mina would be back at 7:00. Thwt was not  enough time. Jimin blamed the vanilla extract.

No time to lose now. This cake won't bake itself.

     He rolled up his sleeves and began to hack away at the ingredients. According to the all-knowledgeable internet, Jimin was supposed to add all the dry ingredients first. He did so one at a time. Baking powder. Sugar. When it came time for flour, Jimin realized the the bag was unopened. No problem, he could just-

Poof.

     Jimin just stood there for a couple seconds, completely still. Oops. As it turns out, the bag was a lot easier to open than he thought it would be. Thus, when he ripped it open, a portion of its contents went flying out along with his common sense. Flour lined the kitchen counter, the floor, the front of his apron. Was that more flour on the ceiling? That would not  be fun to clean later tonight.

     Anyways, moving onto the wet ingredients. Oh shoot, nevermind. With a rising sense of panic, Jimin realized that for any 1 cup measurement, he accidentally used the 1/2 cup instead. Groaning, he had to re-open the ingredients he messed up and add yet another measure of whatever powder to the mix.

    After that ordeal, he could finally move on. Eggs were as simple as they always were. Jimin poured in milk. Beat the eggs. Plopped some butter in. Then, he finally added a couple drops of the ever mysterious vanilla extract. The clock behind him read 6:15. If the cake took 30 minutes to bake, he still had around 15 minutes to ice the cake. With that, Jimin quickly mixed the wet and dry ingredients together as best he could, poured the mixture into two cake pans, and shoved it rather unceremoniously into the oven.