When we came home from our chaotic shopping trip, I unloaded all the goods. Searching for a peanut butter cookie recipe on the internet, I wiggled my feet and Yeontan wrestled with them.
Once I found one that consisted of all the ingredients I'd just bought, I went to the kitchen, Yeontan in tow. I grabbed all the ingredients and set them on the counter. I pulled my hair into a ponytail then cracked my knuckles.
Taehyung strolled into the kitchen with a befuzzled look on his face. "What are you doing?"
I froze. "Baking peanut butter cookies?" It sounded like a question more than an answer.
He shook his head. "I'm helping. This is going to need adult supervision. Hold on one sec." He hurried away and a minute later he returned with hair sprouting out from the top of his head and an apron that read, 'Kiss the Cook'.
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I snickered at Taehyung's ludicrous outfit. "Now, where did you get that?" He looked down then posed for me, making me giggle.
"When my parents visit me, my mom and I always bake peanut butter cookies. It's our tradition. That's why I asked if you knew how to make them. This is her apron." Taehyung clapped suddenly and said, "Let's get started."
We began by adding the dry ingredient like the sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and the flour. I dumped all the measuring cups into the sink. Then we put the peanut butter in and the rest of the ingredients. We mixed them together and rolled the dough into balls, placing them neatly on a cookie pan. I grabbed pot holders from the counter and slid the pan into the preheated oven, setting the timer.
"Y/N," Taehyung said.
"Wha-"
A fistful of flour hit me in the cheek, exploding everywhere. Eyes, mouth, nose, and even down my shirt.
I coughed and shook my head to get some of the flour off my body. I raised my head slowly, meeting Taehyung's defiant eyes.
"You. Are. So. Dead," I growled furiously. I scooped a handful of flour from its container and hurled it at Taehyung, who had wisely already made a run for it.
He giggled, running to the opposite side of the island. I chased after him, circling the counter and almost tripping over Yeontan. We went around a couple of times before I hopped onto the marble and scooted across, landing on the other side. Taehyung stood there, horrified. Smiling wickedly, I threw the flour right in his gorgeous face.
He coughed while I stood there proudly, hands on my hips. "You deserved that," I said.
"Well-" He coughed some more. "Now we're even," he managed between his coughing fit. I grabbed another handful of flour as Taehyung brushed himself off and hurled it at him.
It hit his neck, cascading down his t-shirt. He exhaled loudly, glaring at me. Taehyung hastily snatched the flour container from the counter and sprinted at me.
My feet were glued to the floor. I watched in horror as he dumped all the flour on my head. It whooshed in all different directions - but mostly down my shirt. I felt flour in places flour has never been.
I scooped the flour off my head and plopped it on Taehyung's. His smug expression dropped. I grinned, finally satisfied.
His little ponytail looked like a flower trying to sprout through snow.
We looked around the kitchen. A blanket of the white powder covered the floor. Small piles laid on the counter looking like anthills. There was flour everywhere.
Yeontan yipped cheerfully as he rolled around in the flour. He was no longer a black-and-brown pomeranian, but a white one. I laughed as he sneezed, launching the flour away from him.
I glanced at Taehyung. Mouth agape, he was dismayed and awe-struck by the colossal mess we'd created.
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"Have fun cleaning up!" I told him, walking away to the bathroom, leaving a trail of white behind me. He stood there blankly. He blinked the surprise away.
"Wait, what? No! Come back here!" he exclaimed, chasing me once more.
I laughed then called, "Make me!" A shadow passed over his face and his eyes grew dark. A smirk found its way to his face. "Alright." He shrugged. "If you say so."
I high-tailed it to his bedroom without thinking twice. I closed the door so it was open a crack. I stood firmly at the foot of his bed, waiting.
Five seconds. Fifteen seconds. Thirty seconds. One minute. Nothing. Where was he?
I stepped forward. "Tae-" He burst into the room, tackling me to the bed. I screamed, startled. Taehyung pinned my arms to the bed next to me, eyes burning through me. His gaze shifted from my eyes to my lips. My breathing hitched. As he leaned closer, I shut my eyes expectantly.
Immediately after I closed them, I regretted it, thinking this would be one of those K-Drama scenes where the guy leans in and the girl closes her eyes, anticipating a kiss but the guy doesn't kiss her then the girl gets humiliated.
My eyes flew open just as Taehyung's lips landed on mine. Deep down inside of me, I was ecstatic that he was sober kissing me this time around. A strong sense of rapture filled me.
I wasn't dreaming.
Although the dulcet kiss only lasted for a couple of seconds, the moment seemed to last forever.
Taehyung hesitantly pulled away. I was able to breathe again. He peered at me from under his eyelashes with a look a adoration. Then his expression plummeted.
