uponinfinity | we don't do sweet nothings.

Title: we don't do sweet nothings.
Pairing: Tao/Baekhyun
Genre: fluff
Length: 463w.
Warnings: unbeta-ed
Summary: Byun Baekhyun is a baker with a less-than-competent assistant named Huang Zitao.

Really, it shouldn’t have been so difficult for Baekhyun: all he asked for was one extra hand, an assistant if you must, to help him keep up with their customers’ never ending demand for his desserts. Baekhyun’s confections were the talk of the town: nobody else made cakes as sweet, nobody else made muffins as soft, nobody else iced cupcakes as prettily. And Baekhyun loved baking, really he did, but one man could only mix so much batter on his own. So when the restaurant manager introduced him to a tall foreigner with intimidating eyes and an indifferent mouth, Baekhyun had fully expected his workload to lighten with little to no conversation. What he did not expect was -

‘Hyung… Hyung, I think I burned out another baking tray. I’m really sorry,’

Baekhyun rolled his eyes to the ceiling and begged whatever powers that be give him strength to face another of Zitao’s catastrophes. ‘Which one is it this time?’ he asked, already pulling out a fresh tray from underneath the sink. ‘I think…’ Zitao’s voice was quiet and intentionally muffled, and Baekhyun knew – he just knew – he wouldn’t like what the younger would say after that. ‘It’s the one with the flower stenciling on the edges. I’m… Sorry…’ Zitao’s voice grew smaller as his accent grew heavier. ‘You burnt out my favourite tray!?’ Baekhyun all but shouted. The only thing that kept his voice down was the knowledge that there were at least twenty customers on the other side of the wall Zitao was currently cowering against.

‘I’m… Sorry…’ Zitao mumbled, voice already starting to break. Baekhyun shook his head and quietly mourned over the tray he’ll have to shove into the giant rubbish bin outside once the restaurant closes. He turned his back on his hapless assistant and went back to chopping up almonds, not even humming like he usually did because his favourite tray. Burnt out. By Zitao. Baekhyun could already feel his heart breaking at the thought when a pair of well muscled arms slipped around his waist and a head of tousled black landed on his shoulder. ‘I’m really sorry, hyung,’ Zitao whispered, nuzzling his face in Baekhyun’s neck and effectively stopping the older from continuing all pretenses of whipping eggs.

‘I’ll buy you a new one,’
‘Make sure it’s got flowers.’
‘All sorts,’
‘Good.’
‘Hey hyung?’
‘Yeah?’
‘Wo ai ni.’
‘I love you too.’

Byun Baekhyun was used to extravagance. You could see it in the way he walked, the way he talked, the way he lived his whole life, really. When life gives him lemons, he spends days and nights trying to turn them into the perfect lemon meringue pie. But now, with Zitao pressing soft kisses to his cheek as he works, Baekhyun reminds himself that really, sometimes just making lemonade is enough.

Author's note: THIS. This is really old. I'm actually posting up older drabbles now. I don't know why. Archiving purposes?

Most of my Kaisoo drabbles are all posted already on