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The homely smell of freshly baked pastry washes over your boyfriend as he comes in from work. He sighs happily as he puts away his coat and shoes before heading towards the kitchen to see what amazing creation you’ve made today. Ever since you found your passion in baking, you’ve been so much happier! A new job really was all it took to turn your life around. Now you look forward to every day, baking and selling your little pieces of heaven to those who come to your bakery. In fact, you love it so much that you bring your work home with you, trying out new recipes to add to the ever-growing list of treats you sell!

“Oh! You’re home, perfect. Try this,” You chirp brightly, handing your boyfriend a small sample of your latest recipe. After all, how can you judge if it’s good enough to sell without your chief pastry taster?

Jin

Jin’s eyes light up as the pastry hits his tongue, and your shoulders sag in relief at the obviously good reaction. He chews carefully anyway, despite the initial great reaction. He knows there’s more to a treat than the first bite! That’s what’s so great about your Seokjin. He tries his best to be honest with you and give you honest feedback, and it’s helped you grow your business to what it is today,

“It’s great!” Jin tells you, smiling widely when he swallows his mouthful, “Is that cinnamon you’ve used? It’s got a lovely flavour,” You giggle excitedly as you nod, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his cheek affectionately before heading back to your notebook, pencilling in the last few steps of your recipe so that you don’t forget,

“Anything to keep in mind? I know the first attempt is never perfect,” You probe gently as Jin’s arms snake around your waist, so he can pull himself up close against your back to cast his eyes over your recipe book. It was clear in his eyes – he enjoyed the pastry very much, but there’s something more to be added (or left out!) that he’s wanting to share with you,

“You caught me,” He teases, leaving a sweet kiss on your neck, “I think it’s a little too sweet, especially with the cinnamon. It’s only a little tweak, but with the two powerful tastes there, it feels a little much,” You hum in agreement, scribbling in a little not e next to the ingredients to re-try the recipe with a little less sugar. In the same movement, you untie your apron and turn around to Jin, eyes brimming with thanks and gratefulness for his help. You can’t think of a better person to share your dream with!

Yoongi

“For goodness’ sake, I’ve barely got my feet through the damn door,” Yoongi grumbles, no real venom behind it as he takes what you’re holding out to him graciously. You smile affectionately at his reaction, and busy yourself loading up the dishwasher with the bowls and pans you used to cook up quite the storm. Most people hate this part of creating (whether that be baking, painting or the like) but you don’t mind it all that much. Seeing your kitchen slowly progress from a bomb site to a show room is pretty satisfying, and it gives Yoongi the peace and quite he likes when he gets in. He’s slowly settling into a seat at the dining table, taking a few bites out of the treat you handed him,

“What do you think of it?” You ask a few minutes later, perching yourself on his lap with a sigh. The kitchen is mostly done, you just need to wipe down the counters. You’re honestly pretty eager to hear Yoongi’s feedback, knowing it will always be honest and constructive. He smiles slightly at your expression and wraps an arm protectively round your waist to hold you where you’re sat,

“It’s pretty good, really. I think the portions are a little small, so maybe try selling a couple in a box or something. Given your buyers, they may not go for something so small if it’s just one of them,” He suggests, leaning forward to rest his head on your neck, “But yeah, the last is spot on. Well done,” Yoongi praises gently, pretending not to see the stupidly wide smile you always get when he tell you that you’ve done a good job,

“Thank you. Suggestion noted,” You reply after a beat, leaving a delicate kiss on his lips (which are ever so slightly dusted with using sugar) before getting up to finish your cleaning rounds, leaving Yoongi to sneakily grab a few extras on his way to the shower.

Hoseok

“This looks amazing!” Hoseok chirps, opening his mouth wide for you to pop the treat straight in, his eyes lighting up as you do. You smile fondly and pat his hair cutely as you step back to watch his reaction. Hoseok chews thoughtfully, eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as he thinks about what he can taste. Your boyfriend is the brightest sunshine in existence, but if theres’s one thing he’s always serious about, it’s work. No matter whether it’s yours or his, he has a way about him when it involves your livelihoods. In all honesty, it’s pretty sexy,

“Come on, Hobi. You’re killing me! What do you think?” You whine a couple moments later. You can see Hoseok’s thinking face fixed firmly on his features, and it’s starting to worry you a little. Is it that bad? Does he hate it? Is it completely inedible?

“I think…” He trails off dramatically, squealing inside at the admirable reaction you’re giving. Ever since you started baking seriously, you’ve been so worried about what he thinks. Sometimes he thinks you give more thought to his opinion than that of your customers! He can’t help but have a little fun with it, knowing what you bake is never far off from perfection, “It’s amazing!” He finally finishes, when you finally start squirming, “Seriously, don’t worry about it. You’ve been working on this recipe for weeks, and it’s paid off. I really do love it,” Hoseok reassures you, holding out his arms to wrap you up in a hug, “Don’t worry that beautiful little pastry-making head of yours,” He implores, leaving a small kiss on your forehead,

“I can’t help it, Hobi. But thank you for loving it,” You thank him sweetly, looking up into his eyes. They always look so warm and inviting… maybe cleaning up can wait a while. His lips are just too tempting.

Namjoon

“I swear, if you keep feeding me pastry snacks I’ll gain weight,” Namjoon chides gently as he takes the treat from your hands, blowing on it gently to cool it down before he tries it. One too many times he’s been a little over-excited about trying your latest creation and burned his mouth as a result of forgetting it’s fresh from the oven, “It smells good though, better than the last batch by a fair bit,” You snort at that comment, remembering last night when you’d accidentally added way more cinnamon than you meant to and nearly died coughing when you opened the over from the sheer strength of it,

“Yeah, I reined myself in a bit this time. I also shaped them a little more curved, like you suggested, and I think it’s made them prettier,” You muse, leaning up to kiss Namjoon on the cheek as you pass him with a dirty baking tray, ready to go in the dishwasher. He smiles at the cute moon-shaped pastry before taking a bite, fingers crossed that it’s as good as you were hoping. He knows you have serious talent for baking, but even talent takes practice and refinement. Namjoon remembers all too well the late nights and early mornings you’ve committed to your passion, much in the same way he’s done for his music. You’re both artists in your own rights, and Namjoon has enjoyed watching you flourish,

“Oh! I can definitely taste the difference! I think this is miles better, honestly. You’re getting so much closer to what you described to me that you wanted. The flavour is beautiful, but still… I’m not sure what it’s missing. Have you tried vanilla extract?” Nearly dropping your bowl, you whirl round to face Namjoon with wide eyes,

“Namjoon! No! I haven’t!” You cry, hurrying back to your recipe to make the note, “Is there anything you aren’t a genius at? Why are you better at solving my baking problems than me?”

Jimin

“Every time I try to go on a diet again you do this to me,” Jimin whines playfully, opening his mouth to let you feed him, “I’ll get fat if you keep making me eat your new recipes,” He complains around a mouthful of pastry. You just laugh and wrap your arms around his waist as he chews slowly, wanting to tell you in as much detail what he thinks. You see a slight frown on his face as he thinks, and you can’t help the way your heart swells with love, “It’s definitely good, baby,” He reassures you, unwrapping your arms from him so he can look at the tray of freshly baked goods, “I think you maybe cooked them a little too long, though. They feel a little tough,” Jimin’s eyes are cautious as he looks back at you, hoping he didn’t hurt your feelings,

“I was worried about not cooking them all the way through. Maybe if I make them a little flatter and then cook them for less time that will help,” You offer, and Jimin nods in agreement. You immediately reach for the tray of unbaked goods, and carefully set about flattening them slightly to see if that fixes the little problem, “Thank you, Jiminie. You’re the best baker’s assistant a girl could ever ask for,” You tease when you’ve finally put the tray into the oven at a lower heat. Jimin smiles as he sidles up to you, resting his chin on your shoulder as you both watch the oven,

“I’m glad I can help,” He tells you, his lips just barely ghosting your shoulder. You shiver with a smile as you feel Jimin start to leave the sweetest kisses up your neck. You’ve got a timer set for when you need to check on them, so you have time to indulge his little make-out session…

Taehyung

“The best part of my day! I’ve been waiting for this forever, you have no idea,” Taehyung all but sings as he prances into the kitchen, hands cupped at his chest, ready to receive the latest beauty you’ve whipped up in the kitchen. There are no words for how delighted Taehyung was when you decided to quit your old job and pursue something you had honest love and passion for. He’d struggled for years with the idea that he is so happy in his job (as hard and demanding as it may be having to be Kim Taehyung the Idol all day, every day) and yet you were so miserable. At times, he even felt bad for enjoying his job as much as he did because of how you suffered. Taehyung is so glad that part of your life is over,

“You flatter me,” You blush, handing over the small sample, “It’s my first go at this, and it’s my own recipe too, so it’s not going to be perfect. Let me know what you do like, and what you want to change. I’m never fair enough, you know I’m too critical of my work,” Taehyung nods knowingly as he takes a tentative bite. He has complete faith in your skills, but he knows better than to assume it will be perfect first try, “What do you think?” You wince, seeing Taehyung’s blank expression as he swallows,

“It’s… it’s actually really good,” Taehyung’s face lights up as the taste spreads across his tongue, “Sure, its not perfect, but it’s an amazing start! Nothing like those tarts you made last month,” He teases, and you blush shyly. Probably not your best work, “I think it’s a little too sweet though. How much sugar did you use?” Taehyung probes, linking an arm around your waist to guide you back to your recipe. Now this is the best part of your day. When Taehyung’s supports and listens to you so fully… you can tell how much he really does love you.

Jungkook

Jungkook’s hand darts out and grabs the snack from your hand, and it’s gone in a flash down his throat. He smiles childishly as he laughs at your expression, barely even chewing the pastry before swallowing it. You fix Jungkook with an unimpressed look as he grins,

“You didn’t even chew it, how are you supposed to taste it properly and tell me what you think?” You scold teasingly, unable to keep up the charade for more than a couple seconds before you start laughing, “Go on, Golden Maknae, impart your expert baking knowledge on me, but a humble baker,” You probe further, and Jungkook’s eyes glint at the challenge. He daringly grabs another one from the baking tray and throws that one down the hatch as well, pushing his luck in the way that makes you love him just that little bit more,

“They’re very good, and you are a very talented pastry chef,” He begins, bending down to kiss you gently before pushing on with his impromptu review, “I like the icing sugar dusted on the top, I think it would be a little too savoury without that, but maybe some kind of fruit like a cherry or strawberry would add to that. It’s a little dry in the middle, but the texture is very nice. An overall very enjoyable experience,” Jungkook ends with a flourish of his hands, seeing your eyebrow raise at the theatrics,

“I’d kick you out if you weren’t so damn helpful,” You tease, wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s shoulders to pull yourself up to his lips. He laughs lightly into your mouth as you kiss him, hands resting naturally on your waist,

“I brought takeout with me. Figured after working so hard you wouldn’t feel like cooking,” Jungkook changes the topic tactfully, gesturing to the plastic bag he had brought in with him. You nearly squeal with excitement as you kiss him again, darting over to the bag. Watching you with hearts in his eyes, he remembers to note down his comments on a sticky note for you, knowing you always forget to remember when there’s takeout up for grabs.

and that's why we use cupcake trays Em.. ya silly, clumsy gal,,,

drew my pizzasona (Em) being the silly goofy gal she is, a cupcake has slipped off the tray, and all she could do is watch in horror,, D:

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