Hey guys ~ I really should be getting some sleep, but I was dumb and drank coffee out of habit and now I have a bit more energy ;0; This next chapter isn't gonna be super long, so i'm gonna try and knock it out- maybe the next one too if I feel up to it!

Hope you enjoy~

I do not own MM!

"Can you pass me the flour?"

"Which.. Which one is that?"

I sighed, turning towards the counter, pointing at it. Yoosung grabbed the bag, passing it to me, a bright smile on his face. I couldn't help but smile at him, despite the fact that every time I asked him to pass me something, I ended up nearly having to get it myself because he had no idea what it was.

"Okay, first, we have to start preheating the oven to 350 degrees F. Can you do that?"

Yoosung bit his lip, turning towards the oven, pointing at a knob on the panel.

"Is... Is it this one?"

I sighed, laughing under my breath as I nodded. He turned it up to the desired temperature, turning back towards me expectantly, bouncing on his heels with excitement. I shook my head, turning back to make sure the ingredients were all there.

"We're just baking. You're acting like we're doing something exciting."

"It is exciting," he snakes his hands around my waist, under the fabric of my apron, his hands pressing on my stomach, causing me to blush slightly, "I like it when you teach me things. You make learning fun."

"Th-That's... Good. Um, so, now, we have to grease and flour the pan- Like this." I demonstrated the action, making sure the pan was evenly floured. Yoosung nodded, watching intently over my shoulder. I turned my head to look at him a bit, a small smile on my lips.

"Now we have to melt the butter. You'll have to let go of me."

He sighed dramatically, stepping back from me, a pout on his face, like a child who had just been told they weren't getting any candy at the grocery store. I stifled back a laugh, measuring out the butter into the saucepan, watching as it melted. Once it was done, I turned off the stovetop, pouring it into the mixing bowl, stirring in the sugar, eggs, and vanilla. I measured out the cocoa, flour, salt, and baking powder, pouring it into the bowl, plugging in the mixer. I nodded my head towards Yoosung, and he immediately latched himself back on to me, his arms sliding over mine, imitating my motions, but allowing me to control what was happening.

I could feel him smile against my shoulder as we mixed the ingredients, his lips pressed against my skin. I nuzzled my head against his, turning off the mixer, tapping as much as I could off of the beaters and into the bowl. I stepped to the side, smiling back at him.

"Now, pour it into the pan. I'm sure you can figure that out."

He poked me in the stomach, and I jumped back, laughing slightly. I couldn't help but admire him as he rolled up his sleeves, picking up the bowl and spatula, pouring the batter into the pan. His tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth in focus, his eyes determined. He had pinned his bangs back on his forehead, to assure that they didn't get in the way while we were baking, and he was wearing Saeyoung's apron, which read 'Kiss me, I'm a God!'. He turned back to me, his eyes looking for praise- I could almost envision a tail wagging excitedly behind him. I ruffled his hair, running my hand down behind his ear, scratching there softly, and his eyes closed, pressing into my fingers.

"You're such a puppy."

He blinked at me, his cheeks tinted pink, holding his hands in front of him like a dog as he tilted his head.

"Uh, woof?"

I blushed, grabbing the pan and putting it in the oven, setting the timer quickly. He looked way too cute to be doing that just anywhere. I turned back to the counter, clearing my throat as I began to make the frosting- a mixture of softened butter, cocoa, honey, vanilla extract, and confectioner's sugar. I moved the frosting over to the side, heading to clear up the ingredients. I had just reached for the container of baking powder, when I was stopped by Yoosung calling my name.

"Saeran~"

I turned slowly, afraid to find out what that mischievous voice was planning, opening my mouth to ask when suddenly something was flicked into my face, and I froze, my eyes closing in surprise. I brought my hands to my eyes, wiping the substance away, looking at my hands, aghast. Yoosung burst into laughter as I stared at the flour on my fingers, almost falling to the floor from giggling.

"... Why did you do that?"

"B-Because I thought it would be funny?"

My hands fell to my sides, my eyes glowering down at the ground by my feet. I reached over to the counter, gripping an egg in my hand, a dark smirk on my lips.

"Oh, it was funny?"

His eyes were closed, unable to see me move as I knelt before him, my gaze burning down at him.

"Ye-yeah, it was-" he opened his eyes, surprise running on to his features, but he had no time to react before I slammed the egg down onto his head, cracking it. His eyes were wide as the yolk dribbled down over his hair, dripping onto his forehead and nose. A shocked laugh fell from his lips before he grinned, pushing me back, throwing sugar at me this time. I retaliated, throwing a handful of flour at his head, laughing as it stuck to the egg all over his hair, and soon it was an all out war- baking soda and flour and sugar being tossed about haphazardly, our bodies covered in it, the room erupting in giggles.

He came near me, seemingly to drop flour on my head, but I grabbed him by the waist, spinning him around and lifting him up so he was sitting on the counter, and he squeaked in surprise. I pulled at his apron, crashing his lips on to mine, and I could hear the flour in his hand flutter down to the counter, his hands flying up into my hair, tongue dancing against my own. I wrapped my arms around his hips, pressing him against my stomach, and he whimpered, wrapping his legs around my waist, deepening the kiss, biting at my lip.

"Well," I jumped back in surprise as Saeyoung spoke, my face bright red, "It's almost like you forget you aren't the only one who lives here."

My mouth opened and closed a couple times, unable to find words, so I opted to dust off my apron- a stupid attempt really, considering I was covered head-to-toe in various powdered ingredients.

"Since when have you become so lewd, Yoosung?" He trailed his fingers in little steps up Yoosung's arm, and Yoosung blushed, covering his face with his hands. I growled, grabbing Yoosungs wrist, pulling him down from the counter, standing between him and my brother.

"Dammit, Saeyoung, I will kiss my boyfriend when I want, wherever I want, thank you very much."

"Sae-"

I cut Yoosung off, pulling his body back against mine, one hand gripping his hip, the other sliding into his hair, tilting him back slightly so I was holding him up, a muffled noise of surprise vibrating against my mouth. I felt his body relax, wrapping his arms back around my neck, returning my ministrations.

Saeyoung whistled slowly, laughing.

"Awe, my brother's growing up~!"

Without breaking the kiss or opening my eyes, I moved my hand that was in Yoosungs hair so that it was my forearm supporting his neck, freeing my hand, with which I promptly gave my brother the finger.

As foreshadowed in earlier chapters, Saeran promised to show Yoosung how to bake~ Thought we all know he didn't learn much, except that maybe Saeran likes making a mess of Yoosung.

Hohohoh~

~Pixil-8