𝗚𝗢𝗧𝟳 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦 𝟭

cooking ; bam bam

bam bam as boyfriend

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The young man's thick lips, pursed as he attempted to figure out what he was reading. All the ingredients were ready on the countertop, but he had been standing there for 5 minutes unsure of what to do. Scratching his head, he throws his long, thin arms in the air and decides to just follow a YouTube tutorial.

Snatching his phone he clicks on what looks like a suitable video and soon enough with some guidance he was able to get started. What he didn't expect was the MESS he was going to make. As the steps got increasingly harder, his fingers fumbled for the ingredients often dropping them on the countertop or on the floor. Exhausted, he poured in the final cake batter and put it in the oven, glad to be done with cooking. Assuring himself that he could clean up later, he collapsed on the couch, his eyes closed before his head reached the pillow, instantly falling into a blissful sleep.

Your POV

Stepping in the living room, arms full of textbooks and university assignments, you instantly felt like something was wrong. Panicked, you drop all your things on the living room table as the smoke alarm beeped frantically overhead. Cursing, you covered your nose with the sleeve of your thick sweater, to stop from breathing in the fumes that were coming out of the...oven?

Confused, you didn't remember baking anything this morning, you took out whatever was in the oven, wincing slightly as the hot metal seared your cold skin. Dropping it on the countertop, you threw open the windows, clearing out the smoke as best you could.

As soon as most of the smoke was cleared off, the smoke alarm stopped beeping, finally leaving your ears in peace. Curious, you inspected the countertop, which to your horror was a pretty big mess. Egg yolks, dripped off the countertop, there were splashes of milk here and there, flour basically COVERED every surface that could be found and melted chocolate had been left in streaks.

But the thing that caught your attention was the charred mess that you had taken out of the oven. Shaking your head, you made your way out of the kitchen to find your boyfriend Bam Bam, was awake, his blonde hair, in a thorough mess.

'Hey babe,' he grinned sheepishly, a hand in his hair. 'Surprise?' he grinned, looking guilty.

'W-What happened?' you stuttered.

'Well, I feel like, you always have to cook for me when I come home, so I thought I would you know, return the favor. And since you like chocolate cake so much,' he babbled, waving and gesturing with his arms like he usually did when he got nervous.

Laughing, you shook your head at his actions. 'Come on,' you said, grabbing his arm. 'Let's get this cleaned up,' you said handing him a wet cloth and proceeding to wipe up some of the mess he had managed to make.

'And next time,' you giggled. 'TELL me when you're going to start cooking, before you burn the place down,' you said, flicking him in the leg with your towel, laughing at the indignant look on his face.

'Are you saying my cooking skills are SOOOO bad that I might actually burn down the house?' he grinned, dusting you with a bit of leftover flour.

'Hey!' you shrieked, laughing at the flour attack.

'This means WAR, Kunpimook Bhuwakul,' you grinned evilly, your hand reaching out for the chocolate sprinkles.

'Bring it on (Y/N, L/N)' he said pelting you with more flour, the white dust settling on you like snow.

Laughing ecstatically, you pelted him with various decorations and actually managing to smear some whipped cream on his face, before he caught you in his arms. Exhausted and looking like both of you had come out of a food blizzard which wasn't too far from the truth, instead of cleaning the kitchen both of you made it WORSE than before which was a miracle in itself.

'Look what you've done you big baby,' you said hitting his chest lightly and laughing, face full of flour and streaks of whipped cream which he had given you.

'So you're saying this is MY fault now?' he teased.

'Maybe..' you trailed off, and managed to hit him with another round of whipped cream on the nose.

'You did that on purpose didn't you?' he laughed. 'You better clean that off,' he warned but at the same time, eyeing your lips which had streaks of chocolate sauce on them.

'Now that I think about it,' he continued smirking. 'You might need a little bit of help cleaning up too,' he said, eyeing your chocolate covered lips, mischievously.

'Oh no you don't' you said, immediately sensing his hidden plan and attempting to wiggle out of his arms before he squeezed your waist tighter, bring you closer to him and planting a kiss on your lips.

He tasted sweet, like whipped cream and warm and like HOME. Enjoying the feel of your hands running through his blonde hair, he was the one who had to break off to come for air.

'NOW let's try and clean this up,' he laughing and placing another chaste kiss on your forehead, before both of you and him started another food war again.