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42 mingyu 🫶

trouble

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x gn!reader

word count: ~0.5k

warnings: food mention (cookies). reader causing problems on purpose >:3c and gyu being in love with them despite it. intentional lowercase, no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: tfw when u have a vernon fic w a similar premise and also the title u were gonna use for this. pain </3

there was a downside to baking with you, in mingyu’s eyes.

there were a lot of good things, too: he got to spend time with you, for one. he was usually a little busy with work, so any time he was able to cook meals with you or be able to sit back and bake sweet things (none as sweet as you, in his opinion, but the two of you could make them come close) was automatically pretty good in his book. you always called him chef, too. it was cute to hear you give him that cheesy smile and a “yes, chef!” when he asked you to do something (and he’d always kiss that smile when given the chance). and, perhaps most obviously, the two of you always made something delicious with your combined efforts.

that downside was exclusive to baking: you always would try to sneak cookie dough when you thought he wasn’t looking. mingyu was always looking, especially after you made yourself sick from the raw eggs three times before. he’d always be there to nurse you back to health, sure, but...

“stop eating the raw dough.” mingyu didn’t even have to look up. this batch of chocolate chip cookies were for vernon, not the two of you. poor guy was going through a rough patch with work and seungkwan had reached up to ask if mingyu could make him something sweet. even if it was for the two of you, he’d be stopping you.

“i’m just taste-testing it.”

mingyu had been busy searching for the parchment paper, and he felt his fingers brush against the container. thank fuck. he was about to send you out to get more if there wasn’t any. “for the third time.”

“gyuuu...”

“i mean it,” he pointed at you, but his smile gave away everything. as much as he wanted to scold you to stop eating it, his love for you was too strong for him to actually be mad. “i’ll tell seungkwan and he’ll scold you.”

“oh no,” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “i’m so scared.”

“stop eating the dough!” he called out as he watched you go to dip a spoon into it once more.

“make me,” you stuck your tongue out at him before turning back to the bowl of dough.

he dropped the parchment paper onto the counter, already crossing back over to you. with ease, he turned you to face him, hands resting at your hips. he kissed you hard, almost smiling when he felt you smile into it. you pulled him in by the loops of his jeans, completely smug in getting what you wanted.

the oven beeped behind the two of you, and mingyu pulled away. he held your face in his hands, smiling at you with that soft, tender look in his eyes. “are you going to stop?”

and you just smiled back, giggling your little “maaaaybe.”

you were a mess sometimes... but at least you were his mess.