Karma ━━ Jake Sim

𝟮𝟬 ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀Sweet Revenge

Sujin and Jake turn to one another with matching wide-eyed expressions that read, 'We definitely fucked up.'

Jake yanks the oven open to stick a toothpick in one of the monstrous desserts, wincing when he pulls it out to reveal the center is still very much raw. All the while a distinct smell is suggesting the bottom has burnt into the baking paper lining.

"Yeah... Shit."

He pulls all the trays out with a groan, "How did this even happen?!"

"Mm..." Sujin digs around her brain for the limited knowledge she has about baking, "Are you sure you put the baking powder in?"

"Of course I put the baking powder in." Jake scoffs, "I'm not an idiot!"

"I never said you were an idiot." - I was definitely thinking it though... - "Stop getting so defensive!"

"I'm not getting defensive!" He crosses his arms with a huff, "You're the one who overbeat the eggs to a pulp!"

Sujin's jaw drops, "Are you seriously trying to blame this on me right now?! If anything, it's your fault the eggs are overbeaten!"

"How the hell is it my fault?!"

"For being annoying and distracting me!" She retorts.

"That doesn't even make sense!"

"Yes it does."

"No it doesn't."

"Yes it does."

"No it doesn't."

"Yes it d-" She groans, "Oh my god, you are such a child!"

"And you're a condescending hypocrite!"

Sujin gasps, "Take that back right now."

Jake stands his ground, arms crossing over his chest in firm resolution.

"Make me."

Sujin feels her limbs begin to shake with pure hatred for the boy in front of her.

Absolutely, positively fuming; she succumbs to this anger until it swallows every ounce of her better judgment. She doesn't even realize what she's done until it's done - all the contents of her mixing bowl emptied right over his annoyingly smug head.

Sweet, sweet, revenge.

The room is pin-drop silent. Only the steady plink, plink, plink of frosting hitting the ground as Jake stands still, frozen in chocolate-coated shock.

Oh, Sujin. What have you done?

"Um -" Sujin winces a little as the silence carries on for a few seconds too long. Was that too far? She drops the empty bowl to the ground, "- Are you... okay?"

"Oh..." Jake wipes the sticky mixture from his eyes with a grim chuckle, "You're really in for it now, sunshine."

"Wait, I-"

It all happens in a flash. He's reaching for something atop the kitchen island, and in the blink of an eye, Sujin's world turns to white.

"Jake!"

She's bathed head-to-waist in flour, coughing out puffs of fine powder as the boy stands in front of her with an emptied bag in his hands and a shit-eating grin painted over his lips. She shakes the substance off her head with a screech.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

A can of whipped cream is the closest thing in sight, so she grabs it without thinking twice. Seeing fear pass over his eyes for only a split second, she presses on the nozzle until the front of his t-shirt is painted in creamy white.