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Donghyuck vaguely remembers his best friend saying something along the lines of "My roommate likes to walk around shirtless, just ignore him."
He remembers laughing it off like a joke. It's not like he didn't believe Jeno, it's just Jeno never told him his roommate was hot as fuck.
So there he is, standing in Jeno's fucking giant ass kitchen a college student has no right affording, staring at this boy dripping sweat and out of breath, probably coming back from a run but who the hell cares about his hobbies right now when he's staring at Donghyuck, shirtless and looking like a whole ass snack.
The boy tilts his head in mild confusion as he stares at Donghyuck and then the bag's of groceries piled on the counter.
Donghyuck says the first thing that comes to mind.
"You stink, go take a shower."
Admittedly not Donghyuck’s best attempts at flirting but the boy's face lights up and he throws his head back laughing, giving Donghyuck full view of his gorgeous and oddly sharp white teeth.
My god he's beautiful.
🪐
Donghyuck blinks.
Jaemin smiles.
Donghyuck watched as the now clean and still extremely shirtless boy walked into the kitchen and sat himself on the counter, watching Donghyuck as he bakes.
Donghyuck raises an eyebrow, trying to keep his eyes on the boys face, but damn is it hard. “What do you think you're doing?”
The corner of Jaemin’s lips turn up slightly. “I’m sitting in my kitchen, what are you doing?”
This is a joke right, clearly he has to be joking. Donghyuck motions to the various ingredients on the table and then the bowl he’s currently using to stir the batter. “I’m baking.”
Jaemin shakes his head and reaches over. Donghyuck realizes too late what his plan is and watches in horror as his finger slides across the side of the bowl, gathering up some of the batter and bringing it to his mouth so he can lick it off his finger.
A shirtless boy is licking cake batter off his fingers.
What terrible things did Donghyuck do in his past life to get here. Donghyuck is confident, because of course he fucking is, but he’s baking which means he has on a old shirt and shorts and a fucking pink apron on because that’s what Jeno had in his kitchen. Not his finest look while in the presence of a mildly annoying, but also super cute boy.
“I meant,” Jaemin’s voice snaps Donghyuck away from staring at the boys pretty pink lips back to his eyes, “What are you doing in my apartment.”
Oh.
Donghyuck groans, “Did Jeno not tell you I was going to be using your kitchen while mine gets remodeled?”
Jaemin shakes his head and goes to put his finger directly in the batter, but Donghyuck was expecting it this time so he swats it away. “Nope. He didn’t tell me there would be a cute boy with flour on his nose baking in our kitchen.”
Donghyuck blushes and wipes the tip of his nose with his arm.
“Well now you know.”
Jaemin sends him a grin. “I do.”
🪐
Donghyuck cannot bake when someone is watching him.
Ok, that’s a lie. He honestly loves the attention, but when said boy is cute and shirtless and watching every move intensely, even smiling softly as Donghyuck places the fruit on top of the cupcakes, that’s when Donghyuck feels the nerves take over.
He huffs as he spins around to confront Jaemin.
“I-” his sentence cuts off when he realizes how close the boy is now. He was originally sitting at the end of the counter, but he must have slid over more when Donghyuck wasn’t looking. Jaemin raises an eyebrow so Donghyuck continues. “I can’t bake while you’re sitting there shirtless and shit,” he points out the kitchen, “Go wait out there, I’ll let you know when I’m done.” He doesn’t wait for a reply as he turns around and goes back to stirring. He’s aware he made a comment about Jaemin’s lack of clothing and it didn’t go unnoticed by the boy with the way his eyes twinkled.
Jaemin does not in fact wait in the living room like Donghyuck asked, instead Donghyuck nearly flings the bowl in the air to stick on the ceiling when he hears the boys hot breath on his ear.
“Wait, are you going to let me try one.”
Donghyuck does not turn around because god he knows his heart would give and it would be the end right there and then for him. Imagine dying in front of a hot boy in tattered clothes, a pink apron, and flour all over your face. He refuses to go out that way.
Donghyuck clears his throat nervously. “Yes, it’s payment for letting me wreck your kitchen.”
Jaemin chuckles and Donghyuck can’t help but think he has no understanding of personal space.
“Can’t wait to try it, thank you.”
He walks out and Donghyuck is finally able to breathe again.
He was able to breathe again he should say because that did not last very long and now he finds himself watching Jaemin lick the frosting off the cupcake as he eyes Donghyuck with not so innocent eyes.
He’s not dumb, really. He knows he’s hot stuff, maybe not right now because he’s pretty sure flour got in his hair, but he usually is and Jaemin must like his boys a little messy because this is definitely flirting and if Donghyuck wasn’t swooning already he definitely is now. First, all his friends call him crazy for licking the frosting off the cupcake first, but in his head it’s the only logical thing to do so he appreciates that Jaemin believes the same and oh my god he is literally so hot right now.
“Good?” Donghyuck somehow squeaks out after finding his voice again.
Jaemin smiles at him. “ Delicious.”
🪐
Despite the voice in his head telling him if you want to live you should never go back there, he still does of course. He refuses to let some shirtless god hold so much power over him. So he keeps going there and Jaemin never fails to hover in the kitchen every damn time he’s there.
Always fucking shirtless
He’s making pizzas this time and smacking the hand of the shirtless boy every time he tries to steal a piece of pepperoni.
Jaemin pouts and Donghyuck holds up a spatula, a silent warning that next time it’s going to hurt real bad.
Jaemin raises an eyebrow, smirks, and goes. “Kinky.”
Donghyuck is going to go insane.
“Jaemin, stop harassing our chef please. I actually want him to come back so we get free food,” Jeno says as he walks into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. “It’s nice not living off of takeout.”
Jaemin grins wickedly as he manages to grab a slice while Donghyuck is momentarily stunned. “Hey, it’s my kitchen. I can come in here if I want to.”
Donghyuck raises the weapon in his hand, but Jeno stops him before he’s able to do something he definitely won’t regret.
“And don’t kill him, I need him for financial reasons.”
“Awww, I love you too!”
🪐
Donghyuck should have said no the moment Jaemin said, “Teach me?” With his lip jutting out in the softest and cutest pout ever.
I mean how bad can it be?
“Jaemin, dear god what did you make? ” Donghyuck is scared to even touch it unless he wants to get poisoned.
Jaemin grins like what he made isn’t some hideous disaster. “It’s a cake! Look, I drew a sunflower on it.”
Donghyuck blinks at the sunflower? So that explains the oozing yellow stuff that was coming out of it. “It looks like shit.”
Donghyuck winces at his own words. Maybe he shouldn’t be too harsh. That thought dies when he turns to Jaemin to see the mischievous and smirk on his face. “Let’s feed it to Jeno.”
Donghyuck would like to state now that this was not his plan, but he still watched as Jaemin placed a piece of the poison on a plate and handed it to Jeno who was too busy on the couch playing apex legends and screaming into his mic.
“Thanks,” he mutters and without really looking, takes the fork and scoops up some of the gooey mess and places it in his mouth.
The speed at which Jeno spit it out was honestly inhuman and it had him and Jaemin cackling on the floor like evil hyenas. That was the faithful day Jeno banned Jaemin and Donghyuck from his kitchen. Which is unfair since he only watched but Jeno wasn’t budging. Good thing his kitchen is done.
🪐
Donghyuck blinks as he opens his front door. He gasps. “Oh my god, you’re wearing a shirt!”
Jaemin grins devilishly at him, lifting up the corner to slightly expose his stomach, “I can take it off if you want.”
“Not in public, there’s children present,” he hisses. There wasn’t but there could have been. “So what are you doing here?”
Jaemin hums as he walks in, looking around the place. “A little birdie told me your kitchen was fixed.” Jaemin holds up a bag and wiggles his eyebrows, “Bake with me?”
Very little baking actually gets done because as soon as they walk into the kitchen, they’re on each other in seconds. It was about time something snapped, Donghyuck could only pretend to keep going there to bake for so long after all.
His kitchen only needed to be painted.