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𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

kim doyoung x reader

0.4k words, fluff, est. relationship au

It wasn't too often that you both had time to yourselves, but when you did, you made the absolute best of it—

"YAH, JAGI, GET BACK HERE!"

—well, most of the time. 

"NO," you shrieked, leaping over the arm of the sectional couch and making a wide loop through the kitchen again. "You're gonna smother me in whipped cream!"

Your boyfriend, Kim Doyoung, grinned wide with the kind of smile that made his eyes turn up into crescents and his jaw hurt. "It's what you deserve, you little scoundrel!" His nose and left cheek were vandalized with a slash of whipped cream, a white cut across his fair skin. In one hand he held the tub of whipped cream you had been using to accessorize your angel food cake slices. The other was raised in the air with cream at the ready. Ready to enact vengeance, that was.

"I already said I was sorry, Doie," you said carefully while putting the kitchen island between you and Doyoung. "Let's just get back to the berries and cake, and finish the movie." Some trashy American movie was paused on the TV screen, the girl's eyes filled with tears as she confronted her bad boy lover. It was quite bad, but somehow you had convinced Doyoung to watch it in the first place. Then again, when it came to you, it wasn't difficult to convince Doyoung to do many things.

"No," he said with a predatorial glint in his eyes, "not until I make this fair. An eye for an eye; cream for cream."

You pouted, shoulders slumping, as you assumed the puppy-eyed pout that you knew he couldn't resist most of the time. You watched Doyoung's tough guy act crumble. Watched it shatter in his pretty, dark eyes…

"C'MERE!" He suddenly pounced left toward the side of the counter you ran around. Naturally, you leapt for the open side, but realized too late that Doyoung had only feigned left before switching towards the right.

You both collided at the other end of the island with you giggling and squirming in his hold. Doyoung held on for dear life, the arm holding the tub of cream wrapped tight around your waist as his other hand reached up and tapped the tip of your nose with whipped cream.

"Boop," he laughed, then kissed the cream off. 

Your cheeks warmed at the action. "Doieee," you whined, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. 

"Hey, don't wipe off my kiss!"

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