The Demon Next Door

15

Kyungsoo ditched school the next day.

It wasn't that he wanted to. He just had plans. Special plans. Ones that involved him, an apron, tons of flour and sugar, and a cook book flipped to the section on how to make a birthday cake.

As soon as his parents left for work, Kyungsoo hurried down the stairs into the kitchen. 

He tied the white apron belonging to his mother around his waist, making a little bow with the drawstrings in the back. He always did that. It was a habit that he was sure would never go away.

He gathered everything he needed before taking a look at the clock. Jongin was supposed to come by in a few minutes. The younger didn't mind skipping school at all, and now he had a legitimate reason to do it.

Unless you wouldn't call making a cake a good enough reason to skip school.

Kyungsoo was opening the bag of flour when he heard a thump directly overhead the kitchen. Obviously, Jongin had just made his grand entrance through the window.

Kyungsoo immediately rushed over to the fridge. The door was metal, hence allowing him to see his reflection in it. He took a good look at himself to see if he appeared presentable.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually cared about what he looked like. With Jongin, though, Kyungsoo was spending a lot more time near the mirror. So, of course, he felt like a love sick teenage girl.

Kyungsoo tried to look as casual as possible when he began hearing footsteps coming down the stairs. He poured the flour into the bowl, pretending to be so focused that nothing fazed him.

Jongin stalked up behind him. Kyungsoo could feel the temperature of his own body rising as Jongin came closer and closer. He felt like a cap on a shakened bottle of soda. 

Jongin pressed a surprise kiss to the back of Kyungsoo's neck that had the older squealing. The bag of flour was almost dropped to the floor. A puff of the powder-like substance managed to flow into both of their faces.

Jongin stuck his tongue out to see how white it had become. "Flour does not taste like flowers. How disappointing."

Kyungsoo raised his apron to his face and tried to wipe off as much flour as he could. Jongin grabbed it from him in the middle of the process and began to do it for him.

"You're being rough," Kyungsoo whined as Jongin dug the apron into his cheek, squishing it.

"Aigoo." Jongin gave Kyungsoo's entire face one more sweep. "Being rough is my specialty. You should know that by now."

He smirked suggestively. Kyungsoo could see clearly where this was going. A blush crept up his back and neck, but before he could fall for Jongin's charm, he decided to snap out of it.

Instead, Kyungsoo tore a page from the cookbook on how to make frosting. He thrust it at Jongin. The younger man took it and scanned it over with his eyes. He frowned.

"You want me to make this? I don't cook."

"Can you try?" Kyungsoo asked. "I need to finish the actual cake batter. I don't have time for that."

Jongin opened up one of the cabinets and pulled out a bowl for himself. "Don't yell at me if the entire mixture I make explodes in our faces."

Kyungsoo put down the spoon he had been mixing the batter with. "How about this. If you make perfect frosting, with love and effort, I'll reward you."

Jongin's face lit up. He propped his elbows onto the counter and placed his chin into his hands. He batted his eyelashes, and Kyungsoo unconsciously giggled.