you and jeongin were sitting in the kitchen, the smell of gingerbread filling the air as he excitedly mixed the dough. it was a chaotic scene—flour was everywhere, some of it in his hair, and there was definitely more dough on the counter than in the bowl.

“okay, i think i made a mistake,” jeongin said, looking at his flour-covered hands with a frown. “this is supposed to be smooth and doughy, right?”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him trying to salvage the dough, already a mess. “i think it’s supposed to be a little less… sticky.”

he glanced at you with wide eyes. “i can fix it! i can totally fix it.”

before you could stop him, jeongin grabbed another handful of flour and dumped it into the mix, which just made it more of a disaster. he stared at the dough in confusion, unsure of what to do next.

he looked at the mess on the counter, then back at you, completely serious. “nah, this is fine. just a bit more love and it’ll be perfect.”