nct imagines ii

winwin - kitchen

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"babe? what are you doing?" winwin asked as he walked into the kitchen.

you stood at the counter, flipping through pages of a cookbook, specifically, a dessert cookbook.

"trying to find a recipe," you replied.

winwin appeared next to you, resting his hands on the counter before reaching over to kiss your cheek.

you looked at him, "what was that for? did you do something bad?" you questioned him, making him frown.

"am i not allowed to kiss my girlfriend?" he pouted.

"you're always allowed to kiss me," you replied and kissed his cheek. you returned to the cookbook and eventually found the recipe you were looking for, "here it is!"

"we're going to make a cake?" winwin asked.

"yep!" you replied and scanned the list of ingredients. "okay, let's grab all of the containers," you said and slid some containers of ingredients that sat on the countertop towards yourself.

you and winwin started going around and grabbing everything you needed to make a cake.

"need this?" winwin asked, holding some measuring spoons.

"yea, can you grab the stand mixer from the pantry?" you asked him. he nodded and walked into the pantry. you started measuring a few ingredients out and winwin brought out the mixer. he set it on the counter.

with music playing in the background and the mixer ready to do all of the hard work, you started putting all of the ingredients in.

"can you pass me the sugar?" you asked.

"here," winwin handed you a measuring spoon.

you looked at the spoon and immediately held it back out to him, "honey, that's the salt."

"don't you need this too?"

"yes, do you want a salty cake or a sweet cake?" you asked him.

"salty sounds interesting," he commented, making you sigh.

"i'm going to pretend that you didn't say that," you replied and continued making the cake. "you can make a salty one on your own time," you said to him as you turned the mixer on.

"you do remember that the last time i tried to cook on my own, right?" he asked you.

you recalled the day that he tried to make dinner and dessert for you one night.

"please don't burn the kitchen down. i live here too, you know," you said to him.

"i can't promise you anything, but i can promise the best cuddle sessions," winwin proudly spoke.

you looked at him with a smile, "i guess that's okay with me. can you pass me the vanilla extract?" you asked.

"here you go," he grabbed a bottle and handed it to you.

you looked at the bottle and immediately became confused.

"sweetie, this is one of the essential oil bottles. why is it in the kitchen?" you questioned.

"is it edible?"

"you're never allowed in the kitchen anymore."

"aww..."