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Lucas/Yeri
825 w, g, terrace house au
a/n: happy belated belated birthday mira at least i wrote you something ok what did you do for me
a/n 2: title is totally unrelated it's just the song i'm listening to now or otherwise i would have gone with 'terrace house au' as in my notes
“I told you this is a bad idea from the very beginning,” she lets out a heavy sigh as she takes a look around the place.
To say that the kitchen is a mess would be an understatement, because it's so much more than that. The sink is filled a stack of bowls, cups and pots among other utensils. There's a bowl sitting by the stove with eggs that they failed to separate. Dough splattered up to the upper cabinets from when they used the wrong speed on the hand mixer. Milk spills and cream stains on the counter. There's flour all over her t-shirt and his face, and she doesn't dare to look into the mirror to check her own.
“It's not! Look, our cake actually looks okay,” he says with a bit too much enthusiasm in contrast to her exhaustion. She follows his gaze and looks at the cake they've been working so hard on sitting on the counter. It looks sad and too sloppy to be presented to someone who's made them so much delicious food before. Definitely not okay.
It was Lucas who suggested that they bake a cake and decorate it themselves instead of buying one from the nice bakery in town, as per her suggestion. Lucas, who has been so excited about the first birthday since he moved into the house, stayed up all night watching cake tutorials on YouTube and kept telling her, “we can do it!”.
“It’s still not too late to head down to that cake shop. We'll still have time to come back and clean all this mess if we leave no-” she stops when she realizes how they look like right now. “Or maybe you can go and I stay to clean.”
He shakes his head in disagreement and wiggles a finger in front of her face to make a point. “No, no. Yoona noona will like our cake more. One day when she looks back, she'll remember, 'ah, Lucas and Yerim baked me a cake for my birthday once’. She won’t remember a store-bought cake.”
She doesn't want to admit it, but his words make her chuckle a bit. “Well, let's hope this cake at least tastes good,” she says, then takes the care carefully to keep it in the fridge.
Yoona said she'd be back by 9. Yerim glances at the clock on the wall, and sees there's still a couple of hours before that. The rest would probably return soon. When she turns to look at Lucas, he's staring at her.
She raises her brows. “What?”
“Nothing,” he shrugs, turning to the sink and rolls his sleeves up.
“I'll do it. You can go wash up,” says her. She tries to stop him when he reaches for the faucet.
He shakes his head. “No, you go wash up,” he says, looking at her. His hand then moves up to wipe something off of her face with his thumb. “See, you're all dirty.”
The sudden gesture catches her by surprise, but she doesn't react and tries to be cool about it instead. “You're dirty too,” she tells him.
He laughs. “It’s okay. Some icing would do nothing to my handsome face.”
That’s such a typical Lucas statement, so she rolls her eyes and takes the bowl he’s soaped to rinse. They work together quietly side by side. For a house so big, the kitchen sink is so tiny for two people to be in the same space that she’s suddenly become aware of how much taller he is. “Did you prepare another present?” Yerim asks. She’s partly curious, and mostly she just wants to fill the silence.
“For Yoona noona? Besides the cake? No.” He shrugs.
“Why not?”
“Why should I?” He’s looking at her like she just asked him a nonsensical question.
“I thought you like her?”
“Oh,” he chuckles. “I did. I don’t anymore.”
“Oh?” That’s surprising. Both of them moved into the house on the same day, and he’d declared his interest in Yoona since day one, when they’d all sat together that night during dinner. He’d been actively asking her out since then. When did it stop?
“She said I’m a cute little brother. Hurt my pride,” he says nonchalantly with a light chuckle, and Yerim can’t tell if he’s joking. “It wasn’t going to work out anyway. I move on quickly, you know. I’m not that obsessive ex-boyfriend.”
“Hmmm,” she hums in reply. “So you moved on.”
“I moved on.”
“To who?”
He turns off the tap when she’s done rinsing the last spatula. He turns to her and stares at her wordlessly for a moment, then his face breaks into a grin as he spatters droplets of water from his wet hand to her face. “Don’t be a busy body,” he says, and takes off immediately as she yells out his name and starts chasing him around the house, all cleaning and party preparation duties forgotten.
Lucas/Yeri
825 w, g, terrace house au
a/n: happy belated belated birthday mira at least i wrote you something ok what did you do for me
a/n 2: title is totally unrelated it's just the song i'm listening to now or otherwise i would have gone with 'terrace house au' as in my notes
“I told you this is a bad idea from the very beginning,” she lets out a heavy sigh as she takes a look around the place.
To say that the kitchen is a mess would be an understatement, because it's so much more than that. The sink is filled a stack of bowls, cups and pots among other utensils. There's a bowl sitting by the stove with eggs that they failed to separate. Dough splattered up to the upper cabinets from when they used the wrong speed on the hand mixer. Milk spills and cream stains on the counter. There's flour all over her t-shirt and his face, and she doesn't dare to look into the mirror to check her own.
“It's not! Look, our cake actually looks okay,” he says with a bit too much enthusiasm in contrast to her exhaustion. She follows his gaze and looks at the cake they've been working so hard on sitting on the counter. It looks sad and too sloppy to be presented to someone who's made them so much delicious food before. Definitely not okay.
It was Lucas who suggested that they bake a cake and decorate it themselves instead of buying one from the nice bakery in town, as per her suggestion. Lucas, who has been so excited about the first birthday since he moved into the house, stayed up all night watching cake tutorials on YouTube and kept telling her, “we can do it!”.
“It’s still not too late to head down to that cake shop. We'll still have time to come back and clean all this mess if we leave no-” she stops when she realizes how they look like right now. “Or maybe you can go and I stay to clean.”
He shakes his head in disagreement and wiggles a finger in front of her face to make a point. “No, no. Yoona noona will like our cake more. One day when she looks back, she'll remember, 'ah, Lucas and Yerim baked me a cake for my birthday once’. She won’t remember a store-bought cake.”
She doesn't want to admit it, but his words make her chuckle a bit. “Well, let's hope this cake at least tastes good,” she says, then takes the care carefully to keep it in the fridge.
Yoona said she'd be back by 9. Yerim glances at the clock on the wall, and sees there's still a couple of hours before that. The rest would probably return soon. When she turns to look at Lucas, he's staring at her.
She raises her brows. “What?”
“Nothing,” he shrugs, turning to the sink and rolls his sleeves up.
“I'll do it. You can go wash up,” says her. She tries to stop him when he reaches for the faucet.
He shakes his head. “No, you go wash up,” he says, looking at her. His hand then moves up to wipe something off of her face with his thumb. “See, you're all dirty.”
The sudden gesture catches her by surprise, but she doesn't react and tries to be cool about it instead. “You're dirty too,” she tells him.
He laughs. “It’s okay. Some icing would do nothing to my handsome face.”
That’s such a typical Lucas statement, so she rolls her eyes and takes the bowl he’s soaped to rinse. They work together quietly side by side. For a house so big, the kitchen sink is so tiny for two people to be in the same space that she’s suddenly become aware of how much taller he is. “Did you prepare another present?” Yerim asks. She’s partly curious, and mostly she just wants to fill the silence.
“For Yoona noona? Besides the cake? No.” He shrugs.
“Why not?”
“Why should I?” He’s looking at her like she just asked him a nonsensical question.
“I thought you like her?”
“Oh,” he chuckles. “I did. I don’t anymore.”
“Oh?” That’s surprising. Both of them moved into the house on the same day, and he’d declared his interest in Yoona since day one, when they’d all sat together that night during dinner. He’d been actively asking her out since then. When did it stop?
“She said I’m a cute little brother. Hurt my pride,” he says nonchalantly with a light chuckle, and Yerim can’t tell if he’s joking. “It wasn’t going to work out anyway. I move on quickly, you know. I’m not that obsessive ex-boyfriend.”
“Hmmm,” she hums in reply. “So you moved on.”
“I moved on.”
“To who?”
He turns off the tap when she’s done rinsing the last spatula. He turns to her and stares at her wordlessly for a moment, then his face breaks into a grin as he spatters droplets of water from his wet hand to her face. “Don’t be a busy body,” he says, and takes off immediately as she yells out his name and starts chasing him around the house, all cleaning and party preparation duties forgotten.