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Let's get this (birthday) cake | Jin

By: jokertaeyong

hoseok-hyung?”

“yes?”

he sounds like he just woke up and you laugh a little, equally embarrassed and fond.

“what do you need?”

you clutch your phone close to your ear and look at the time. 10:12am.

“can you keep seokjin busy for the day?”

no promises for the whole day, hoseok says, but that doesn’t really matter. you’ll take what you can get and use it efficiently.

starting with this cake.

“baby! i missed you!” seokjin yells, crossing the threshold with two holiday-themed paper shopping bags, no doubt early birthday gifts from hoseok (and himself, if you’re being honest) during operation: hoseok, stall!

seokjin tries to plant a big kiss on your lips but you weave around him before he can make contact. he whines even as you gently take the bags out of his hands, pouting as you set them down on the coffee table in front of the television, currently playing a foreign movie at a low volume. you laugh when he trudges after you like a kicked puppy and spin him around to face the hallway.

“freshen up first, you smell like you’ve spent a day out in the sun!” seokjin pulls at his shirt and sniffs and you snort. “i’ll let you kiss me after…”

“you always let me kiss you after dance practice when i’m all sweaty and gross, why not now?”

lightly pushing him, you laugh again. “just do it! i’ll make it up to you.”

“you better.”

he disappears down the hall with an exaggerated huff and you slink into the kitchen to open the fridge, carefully sliding the cake off of its shelf. you cut out a slice with deft hands, making sure to get the largest strawberry out of the ones you placed inside swirls of frosting.

you can hear the shower running as you dash back to the living room to swipe the two boxes hidden underneath the throw pillows on the couch. placing them beside the cake slice on the dining table, you fiddle with the pale blue bows on top of them, anxious.

should i give him one now and the other tomorrow? when it’s actually his birthday?

what if he doesn’t like what i got him?

what if i got him the same thing one of the guys got him?

you smack your cheeks in attempt to get rid of the panicked thoughts and ball your hand into a fist, leaning against it as your eyes drift towards the movie you’ve forgotten about. you wonder if you should change it. to something seokjin would want to watch, maybe?

you’re starting to get up to switch the movie to a drama seokjin’s been telling you about when the bedroom door squeaks open. you settle back down and wait patiently as the footsteps get louder, smiling wide when he appears with a damp towel around his neck to catch the water dripping from his hair. he stops in his tracks when he sees you sitting there, stare flitting between you, the presents, and the large slice of cake resting on its platter.

“happy early birthday, babe,” you relish the grin that blooms on his lips, slow and warm like a sunrise. his steps are unhurried as he crosses the short space, arms immediately looping around your shoulders, chin resting atop your head. “i tried getting hoseok-hyung to distract you until midnight but… he said that you were getting restless? whiny?”

he huffs, somewhat indignant, and plucks the strawberry off of the cake.

“neither of you can blame me. it’s almost my birthday and i want to spend it with my boyfriend, who i haven’t seen much of lately. stupid busy schedules.”

you chuckle, using the fork to saw off a small piece of cake. you hold it up to seokjin’s mouth.

“please tell me it’s good.”

“it’s good.”

“you haven’t even tasted it yet,” you laugh, seokjin following suit even as he takes the bite. he chews for a few moments, swallowing with an unreadable expression. “well?”

(the downsides of having a significant other that has amazing cooking and baking talent: your own cooking and/or baking might not measure up!)

“it’s good,” he says, looking down at you.

“is that the truth or just a compulsory tell-your-boyfriend-it’s-great-so-you-don’t-hurt-his-feelings statement?”

seokjin laughs and shakes his head, eyes shining as he pulls you to your feet and brings you in close for a kiss that tastes like vanilla. it’s not a perfect kiss. he giggles against your lips and it tickles, that large strawberry was definitely not as ripe as you hoped it was, and it’s a little awkward, kissing while the back of the dining chair is digging into your lower back, but you know what?

the kiss is perfect to you.

“are you going to treat me like a prince all day tomorrow?” seokjin asks, one arm still wrapped around you as he reaches for the nearest gift. you set the fork down and take his face in your hands. he stills underneath your touch and blinks up at you, sputtering when you squish his cheeks, flushing when you kiss his forehead, nose, the area between his eyes, and finally, his lips.

“i’m going to treat you like a king.”