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[hwatopia]

dear author,

i stumbled across your fic all of a sudden, in the middle of a kinda gloomy day, and i feel safe to say that your history made me feel.. like tasting the warm feeling of chan's banana bread. made me feel comforted, a lukewarm feeling! thank you so much for this. i adored the way you conducted the narrative, such subtle, precious things that brought comfort through your words. your writing feels like mid-summer sunsets ㅡ like youth.

again, thank you for this masterpiece.

love,

wenlye.

strawberry shortcake

your neighbor is cute; he has good intentions when he tries, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s probably the worst baker in existence. luckily for him, you’re right down the hall and just so happen to be a professional. and the cherry on top? you’re super sweet

warnings: kissing and well there are mentions of smoke/fire bc chan is bad at baking

fluff, 3473 words, neighbor!chan x baker!reader

a/n: requested by @leech4ns !! hehe i hope you like it sol and i luv you :] (thank you @sukisdeliveryservice​ for betareading for me :3)

It smells like smoke. You’re honestly a little concerned.

You get up from the desk, carefully moving towards the front door to your apartment. It’s cool to the touch, especially against your clammy hands, grounding you to the moment and away from the worries in your head. Pushing slightly now that you know it’s safe, you move the handle down to reveal a clear hallway.

The right side of the building looks empty, nothing amiss with the air. However, turning to the left lets a sharp odor into your nose, so you walk down a few steps until you find the culprit.

Biting your lip, you knock on the door.  

It takes a moment for the inhabitant to answer, but he emerges from a cloud of smoke, fanning his hand in front of his face as he lets out strained coughs.

“Uh, hi…” you say, rocking back and forth on your feet. “I was wondering if everything was okay. I smelled smoke from my place so…”

“Oh!” He swats his hand in front of his face once more before he meets your eyes, and you swear you see a deeper blush start to rise on his face. “Um, no, everything’s fine,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “I got it all under control.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, you purse your lips. “Are you sure about that?”

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