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/ Jaewon watches her the whole time she speaks, his expression slowly softening the more she admits. The way she talks about kneading the dough, decorating them, even redoing a batch… it makes something warm settle in his chest. /
/ When she fixes his slipping jacket, his hand gently lifts to cover hers where it rests against him, holding it there for a moment longer than necessary. /
“You redid a whole batch… just because they weren’t pretty enough for me?”
/ His voice lowers, almost disbelieving, but the fond smile on his face gives him away. /
“Princess… do you know what that does to a man’s heart?”
/ He exhales a quiet laugh under his breath, shaking his head slightly as if he’s already lost this battle. /
“You spoil me too much.”
/ When she tells him he has to take good care of her, his eyes soften again, something steadier settling in them. He squeezes her hand once, gentle but certain. /
“I will.”
/ The answer comes easily, without hesitation. /
“I’ll take good care of you. That’s a promise.”
/ Then her playful scolding about skipping meals makes him chuckle again, the sound quieter now in the calm hallway. /
“So that’s why you came all the way here? To make sure I eat?”
/ He lifts the pastry box slightly, curiosity flickering across his face before he nods toward a nearby private room down the hall. /
“Alright.”
/ He opens the door, guiding her inside where it’s quiet compared to the club outside. Soft lighting, a couch, a small table. Once inside, he sets the pastry box down and carefully opens it. /
/ The smell of fresh pastries fills the room. Jaewon’s brows lift slightly in genuine surprise. /
“…You made all of these?”
/ He looks back at her, something warm and proud in his gaze now. /
“Come here, princess.”
/ He picks one up, holding it between his fingers before offering it toward her lips instead of taking the first bite himself. /
“You said with you, right?”
/ His eyes glint with soft teasing. /
“Then you take the first bite.”
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/ Jaewon glances down at her, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he gently squeezes her hand. The hallway is quieter here, the thrum of the club fading into a distant hum.
“Busy? Hm… a little,”
/ he admits, a small shrug making his jacket slip a bit more off his shoulder, revealing just enough to make her heart flutter.
“But nothing that mattered… not when you’re here.”
/ His thumb brushes lightly over the back of her hand, and he leans just slightly closer so his voice drops to a warm, intimate murmur.
“You… really thought about me while baking these?” / He tilts his head, eyes softening, like he’s trying to memorize every detail of her expression.
“I can feel it… each one made with your hands, your care… your heart.”
/ He pauses, and a faint chuckle escapes him, almost embarrassed by how much he’s admitting.
“You didn’t have to… but I’m glad you did. Really glad.”
/ His gaze flickers down to the box again, then back up to hers.
“…And yes, I was busy… but I’d drop anything, Kazumi, if it meant seeing you like this.”
/ He steps closer, letting his warmth brush against hers, the softest whisper escaping as his forehead nearly touches hers.
“You’re really… mine, huh? My princess.”
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/ The worker gives her a quick once-over, clearly surprised to see someone so soft and sweet standing in the middle of a place like this. The bass of the music vibrates through the floor, lights flashing across the crowded room. Still, the mention of Jaewon makes the worker straighten a little.
“Wait here.”
/ He disappears past a guarded hallway. A minute later, the door opens again.
Jaewon steps out.
/ He clearly wasn’t expecting her. His jacket is half-thrown on, dark hair a little messy like he’d been busy with something important… but the second his eyes land on her, everything else in the room seems to disappear.
“…Princess?”
/ His voice drops softer than anyone in the club has probably ever heard it. He walks toward her quickly, a small disbelieving smile tugging at his lips.
“You came all the way here?”
/ His gaze lowers to the box in her hands, then back up to her face, something warm flickering in his eyes.
“You shouldn’t be standing out here with all this noise.”
/ He gently takes the pastry box from her hands, careful with it like it’s something precious.
“C’mon.”
/ His free hand reaches for hers, guiding her toward the private hallway.
“Let’s get you somewhere quieter, princess… before someone starts thinking I’m lying about having the sweetest girl in the city bringing me homemade treats.”
/ He glances down at her again, a teasing softness in his voice.
“…Did you really bake these just for me?”
