Flour in the air. Oven alarms beeping. Mr. lee yelling. And right in the middle of it — Jungkook, covered in icing sugar, trying to keep up.
Suddenly, the shop phone rang. Mr. lee snatched it up.
Mr. lee (impatient):
“Yes, Le Sucré bakery. Make it quick.”
His expression changed.
Mr. lee
Kim Empire…?
All eyes turned.
Mr. lee (sweet voice suddenly):
“Yes, yes — of course we can do it. One deluxe raspberry cream cake, triple-tier, gold detailing… by tonight? Y-Yes, we can manage.”
He slammed the phone down.
Mr. lee (to staff):
“DROP EVERYTHING! Kim Empire just ordered a custom cake. Top priority! If this goes well, we’ll get featured at their next corporate gala!”
Everyone panicked — except Jungkook, who just quietly returned to cleaning trays.
Mr. lee (yelling):
“Jeon Jungkook!”
JEON JUNGKOOK (O)
*Jungkook flinched.*
Mr. lee
“You’re delivering it. No mistakes. No stuttering. You drop it, don’t come back.”
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𐙚𐙚 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓁𝓎✿࿐
all the best kookie
2025-08-14
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