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Hot Cross Bun - [An Easter Collab To Dye For]

Summary:  You wanted to bake Easter treats with your boyfriend, but what you got wasn’t what you were expecting.

Pairing: Doyoung (NCT) x Y/N (reader)

Genre: Easter Fluff

Word count: 922

A/N: This is the final piece in the ‘An Easter Collab To Dye For’ - a collaboration with @prettywordsyouleft I hope you’ve enjoyed all the stories!

It was Easter time and you had always wanted to do an Easter activity together with your significant other, and this year you could. You had both decided to make hot cross buns together, what could go wrong with that? Hours later into your plan and you were somehow regretting all the life decisions that had led you to this point.

You knew Doyoung was methodical, but you honestly had no idea just how much. The other guys had warned you not to venture into the kitchen with him, but you had waved them off, too excited to be doing something together through the holiday season.

“I’ll be fine. He can’t be that bad.” You reassured them, scoffing at their wariness.

Boy you had wished you’d listened to them. You always imagined baking together to be somewhat of a cliché experience, the way a couple in a movie would play fight with the flour, and end up kissing romantically in each others embrace. You had hoped for the same life changing experience to happen between the two of you, instead you were left standing in the kitchen watching as Doyoung continued to read through the recipe for the tenth time.

“Doyoung.”

“Could you please pass me the sultanas?”

He barely looked up from the instructions, his hand held out towards you, waiting as you passed him the packet. He was following the recipe to a tee, no measurement had been overlooked, and everything was as precise as it needed to be. If you hadn’t have been in the kitchen and seen it with your own eyes, you would think Doyoung hadn’t even began. The work bench was immaculate, not an ingredient out of place.

Baking was supposed to be fun, and you were supposed to make a mess while you did. How else were you supposed to know if you were doing it right?

“Doyoung.”

“Hmm?”

“This isn’t fun. I wanted to have fun baking together, but you’re not even looking at me.”

A sigh leaving you at your admission, and a pout forming on your lips soon after as you crossed your arms against your chest in frustration. He finally looked up from the task at hand, his brown eyes washing over you with confusion.

“I wanted to get everything correct. To make sure they turn out perfect. Is that not right?”

“I don’t care if they turn out perfect. They’re just hot cross buns!” You exclaimed, your voice raising an octave as your frustration came bubbling to the surface.

“Then why did you want to bake? Don’t you want them to taste good?” he asked, his brows knitting together, unable to understand why you were so upset with him.

“Doyoung.”

“What?”

It all happened so fast, you were unsure if you had actually grabbed the bowl at first. Instinctively you reached out towards the bench, picking up the nearest bowl and throwing its contents in Doyoungs’ direction. You froze, your mouth agape as you took in what was in front of you. Doyoung was completely and utterly still, his eyes bulging from the sockets as he tried to contain his rapid breathing. He was entirely covered in plain flour.

“What was that for?!” he squeaked, his hands bunching into fists, his eyes washing over his torso and seeing white where black once was.

You on the other hand couldn’t contain yourself, you bit you lip softly, trying to prevent the laughter from escaping, but to no avail.

“Oh my god! I’m.. haha I’m so-“

“Don’t say it.” He warned, stepping back slightly. He took a deep breath as if trying to regain his composure. He never liked to not be in control of himself, and this had certainly taken him by surprise.

“I am sorry. I just wanted to have fun together, and you were being so uptight. I didn’t know how else to snap you out of it.” You confessed, walking over to him slowly, your hands reaching out for his, squeezing them tightly in apology. He took a deep steadying breath in, reciprocating and squeezing your hand back.

“There were better ways to go about it, don’t you think?”

“Mm.” You mumbled, nodding your head in agreement. A soft smile spread across his face, his brown eyes sparkling as his gaze washed over you before stopping on your lips. He leant down slowly, one hand pulling you into him further as his lips met yours tenderly. This was the moment you were hoping for, you always loved the feeling of his lips on yours. He was gentle, loving and passionate all at once, making you forget everything else around you. Unexpectedly you were brought out of your haze, suddenly feeling a wetness soak into your hair.

“What the-“

“I’m not as uptight as you think Y/N.” Doyoung admitted, unable to hide the chuckle in his chest at the sight of your now egg soaked hair. You gasped, pushing him away gently, as you snorted, unable to believe he had pulled one over you.

“That was uncalled for Doyoung..” you warned, hands now on your hips, staring him down incredulously.

“But now we are the hot cross buns. Get it. Because we’re covered in the ingredients, and you’re cross with me.” He teased.

“Oh you think you’re funny? Don’t you?”

“Very.” He smiled, a satisfied glint in his eyes as he approached you, a cloth in hand. “I’m sorry you weren’t having fun before” Apologising as he began to wipe the egg from your hair.

“But I am now.”