"No fair!" Jake howls, batting the canister away with his hands, "That thing's still full!"
Sujin scoffs, "I never said I'd play nice."
Another press of the nozzle and the whipped cream is sent flying all over his face.
"Still sure you don't want to take it back?"
Jake clenches his jaw, running a hand through his now-ruined hair in brief contemplation. It doesn't take long for him to reach a decision.
"I'd rather die."
Crack!
Sujin gasps, feeling the distinct sliminess of a raw egg trickling down her favorite sweatshirt.
"You are a dead man, Sim!"
And so it begins.
They spend the next god-knows-how-long chasing one another around the kitchenette; a sticky game of cat and mouse where it's impossible to even distinguish who has the upper hand.
She empties a bag of icing sugar onto him. 1 point to Sujin.
He splashes the cherry filling at her back. 1 point to Jake.
They're running around like madmen, hurling any food items they can find at each other between juvenile shrieks and insults until they're both chocolate-covered and cherry-soaked, dripping with one another's rage and every last ingredient in the room.
"God, no- Please-"
Jake has Sujin pinned between the countertop and his own broad frame, arms caging her against the cold stone as he taunts her with a bottle of corn syrup. Her insistent wriggling does next to nothing against his own strength, and though the girl would hate to admit it... Fuck. She thinks he's won this round.
"Any last words, Miss Han?" He hums, twisting the cap open.
A glare, "Eat shit, Jake."
He laughs.
The audacity!
"It's a real shame, y'know..." He tsks, "I was going to say your hair looks quite pretty like this. Too bad you'll be washing syrup out of it for the next week."
"Asshole!"
Sujin lurches for the bottle in his hold, elbowing his arms out of the way in a weak attempt to regain the upper hand. This only amuses Jake all the more, as he uses his height and lengthy limbs to his advantage in making sure she doesn't get within a fingertip's reach of the object.
It's cute she even thinks she has a chance.
"I'm going to strangle you!"
"I'd be impressed if you could even reach that far."
"Jerk!"
"Derelict."
"Motherf- Argh! I hate you so much!"
"The feeling's mutual, sunshine."
"Get-"
Their bickering is cut short by the distinct sound of footsteps thumping up the stairwell.
Sujin and Jake freeze.
It's not long before all their friends are standing at the doorway, jaws simultaneously gaped in astonishment at the scene before them.
The pair's limbs are tangled in a compromising position - pressed so close that the whipped cream on his shirt has smeared all over her front, and residual egg yolk is dripping from her sweater and onto his sneakers. The kitchen is utterly trashed, with more ingredients splattered across the cabinets and on the floor than in their rightful places. Jake's grip on the bottle of corn syrup loosens until it goes tumbling to the ground.
"What the fuck is going on here?!"
SAGE'S SPACE! 🗯️
told you this was gonna be a LOOONG one... 😭
but, hey! if any chapter in this book is worth 4k+ words, it would have to be this one. i've literally had this scene planned out in my head for months now !!! i mean, it's what made me decide on a rivals to lovers plot for sujake in the first place, so i'm really hoping i was able to do it justice :')
besides, you all deserve it. i'm sorry it's been so long since i last updated 😞💔 thank you for being so patient with me; i hope i can keep making it up to you with even more fun-packed chapters in the future 🫂
til next time, sage ♡
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