#also im moving in like two weeks so if i hadn't needed to pack and shit it probably would have stayed up the entire year lol

[hyunnows]

SUGAR SUGAR | LF

Teamed up for the annual Bake-Offs, your ex-boyfriend Felix and you have to work together to win while rediscovering your past love for each other.

PAIRING: Felix x Reader, slight Chan x reader (do i even know how to not add some sort of love triangle for skz lmao)

CONTENT/WARNING(S): angst, fluff, slowburn, baker!exboyfriend!manager!Felix, baker!reader, lowkey mean felix, conest!au, bakery!au (cameos of baker!Minho, baker!Han, baker!Jeongin, baker!Changbin, announcers!Hyunjin, announcer!Chan, announcer!Yeji, storage-manager!Seungmin)

WORD COUNT: 23.7k+

RATING: pg13

 A/N: here it is! my longest fic ever 😩 thank you to my betas @heejojo​, @masterninjacow​ and @dreamwrld(@xgrhee​) for helping me out with this so much, im literally so thankful to you guys 🥺💜 anywho, i hope you all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it! please leave rbs/comments of your thoughts, they make my day! i hope you have a great day, night, month, year, and life! stay safe, happy, and healthy <3

DAMN IT I POSTED IT 1 HR AND 30 MIN LATE--

Positive note | Navigation | Taglist

“We should break up, he said, no hard feelings, he said,” you mumble, sweeping under yet another table. “We'll still get along great…! That lying son of a gun.”

You dust off your hands, propping the broom in its corner and quickly vacuuming the collected dust and trash. Cracking your back, you groan and straighten up. Maybe now you could catch a break…

“Oh, you're done. I need you to mix three medium-sized bowls of batter for red velvet cake,” the freckled boy instructs, catching you off guard. He doesn't look at you and turns away when you give him a tired look. “Hurry up, you have to whip some cream for Mina after.”

With a roll of your eyes, you silently trudge past him, purposely bumping against his shoulder.

You loved baking, it was your favorite hobby, and lucky for you, your job too. Much to your dismay, your ex-boyfriend was also your boss, which wouldn't have been a problem had he not been on a power trip—you as his target.

You two had a great three years, the two of you sharing countless memories, the good ones outweighed the bad. Some would even say your relationship was too good to be true, two bakers who fell in love during school, worked together, and had a pleasantly smooth ride.

But during the last couple of months, the two of you had been drifting apart. There wasn't a particular reason you could pinpoint, besides simply being too busy for each other and too tired once there was time. Not to mention the rumors floating around the bakery, some about Felix and the recruit, others about you two breaking things off. It was all too stressful.

It was the first day off the two of you had in weeks, you cuddled up to his side as you drifted off slowly to the quiet humming of your TV in front of the couch in your shared apartment. You were filled with peace and comfort.

Until he said it, “[Y/N], I think we should break up.”

It'd been shocking, and you couldn't count on your fingers and toes how many times you'd cried after coming to a (not so) mutual decision that it wasn't working out anymore. You'd wanted him to stay and hold you, say it was all a joke; instead, he began packing immediately, giving you a final kiss on your forehead before disappearing out your door.

Cursing yourself for having ever fallen for and crying over Felix, you growl at the memory. Since that day seven months ago, he'd denied your overtime pay, made you work double shifts, and given you the crappiest jobs in the bakery a chef could do. You couldn't even understand why, considering he'd been the one to break up with you.

Feeling dampness sprinkle your face, you realize you were mixing much too aggressively, moving to the last bowl of ingredients and trying your best not to glare at his honey brown hair. How could he treat you like this after loving you for so long? Unless it hadn't been love at all, and you'd been utterly blinded by your feelings—

You cut off your thoughts, huffing. Placing the stirred bowls on the counter for Felix, you shuffle to Mina. She was the recruit that had been involved with the early rumors surrounding Felix, his supposed “secret girlfriend” on the side. The rumors hadn't been true—you knew that much—but he still had you run errands for her, just to mess with you.

“How much do you want me to make?” You glare, gesturing to the whipping cream beside the pretty (pretty annoying) barista. If she had a nicer personality, she'd be a great catch.

She rolls her eyes. “Enough for me to make two dozen cups with freshly whipped cream… Like usual.” She scoffs quietly at your growl. The worst part was that she didn’t even like Felix, the two of them just enjoyed taunting you.

Biting your lip, you resist the urge to growl, and begin the whipping, muttering to yourself angrily. You couldn't care less who Felix favored or dated, however, hand-whipping cream was just embarrassing. You take a deep breath, deciding your health was more important than being angry at an annoying coworker and your ex.

After all, it wasn't like this behavior was going to stop anytime soon.

Felix hurriedly steals the cream from you, handing them over to Mina, then pointing you in the direction of the overflowing sink. You wish you could rip his hair out, because you already washed the dishes today, and you were not up for the second round of eggshells and flour stuck to plates.

Glaring at the baker, you shake your head. “No.”

Surprised at your sudden defiance, Felix raises his eyebrows at you. He knew he was being unfair, and you didn't want to do any of these jobs, except he was your boss, and you weren't one to disobey authority, “No?”

“I'm not doing the dishes a second time today. Get someone else to do it. Mina’s been on her phone for the past forty minutes, why can't she?” You barely stop yourself from sticking your tongue out at her when she smirks at you, continuing to click away on her new phone, which she bought with overtime pay you deserved.

“You are doing the dishes, because it's your job, and you don't want to lose it, right?” He crosses his arms as if to challenge you.

Your eyes widen in shock. Did he just threaten to fire you? He'd never done that before, and that was because you were a valuable baker and barista, but the look in his eyes let you know he wasn't joking. He was dead serious.

Slumping your shoulders, you bite back tears. This wasn't fair. You didn't deserve this kind of treatment because you two broke up. Everyone knew it wasn't your idea, and you clearly remembered Felix suggesting it in the first place. What happened?

You sniffle quietly, turning on the faucet and grabbing the sponge, scrubbing down the first dish.

——

Propping his feet up on his desk, Felix sighs. He knew deep down that he was being unreasonable to you, and he knew he couldn't continue this kind of behavior for much longer, or someone would end up turning in a complaint or two.

Still, he was the highest-ranking person at the bakery, and he doubted anyone other than yourself paid any attention to how much work he gave you. He peeks through his blinds, watching you scrub the dishes angrily, leaning against the counter in anger. Rolling his eyes, he knocks on his window, your confused eyes meeting his tired, annoyed ones and quickly hardening.

It isn’t until he hears a crash from the kitchen that he leaves his quarters, strutting out to find you and Mina face to face and a broken mug between the two of you. He takes in your appearance, shirt slightly damp with what he assumes is coffee from the strong smell and sepia color staining your clothes and the floor. Then he looks at Mina, her shirt drenched in the liquid and a deadly look in her eyes as she glared at you.

He feels his stress rise, crossing his arms tightly, his deep voice rumbling out angrily, “What…” he steps closer, “Did…” his voice dropping an octave, “You…” his face hovering over yours intimidatingly, “Do?”

Eyes wide, your jaw drops. He just got here, and he thought this was your fault? Just when you thought Lee Felix couldn’t get any more unreasonable, you’re proven wrong. “You think I did this? She ran into me with her cup—”

“Y’know what? I don’t care for an explanation. Get Mina another shirt and clean the floor now, okay?” sighing tiredly, ready to walk away from the situation when he hears you growl.

Clenching your fists, you glower at him. “No, she made the mess, she should get me a change of clothes and clean the floor,” your voice stern and face hard. You were not going to keep putting up with his crap.

The entire room goes silent, the surrounding employees drooping their heads and staying so incredibly still and quiet you can hear everyone's breath. Your hands are sweating and you can feel your knees struggling to stay straight against his steely gaze.

“Y’know what? Don't clean it.” He smiles menacingly, leaning down to your eye level. “From now on, we're no longer on the same team. You're not a baker or barista anymore, no, now you'll be under Seungmin’s managing.”

Seungmin was the strict but kind head of ordering for the bakery, and while the two of you got along, ordering the baking supplies was not what you wanted to be doing. You wanted to be a baker, even a barista, but not a supply worker. You needed to be in the kitchen—it was the reason you had started this job in the first place. “You’re not serious.”

He pulls a stern expression, “Yes, I am.” His once bright and playful eyes now dark and intimidating. He lifts his head, a stressed sigh leaving his lips before he continues, “Shows over, back to work.” and clapping everyone back into their positions. He points to you. “Give me your apron and go see Seungmin.”

Your eyes tear up a bit, untying your black apron and shoving it aggressively in his awaiting hand. Gritting your teeth, you scowl at him through your blurry vision, and stomp off. Seungmin was confused to see you in his department, crying and all, but he gave you enough simple work to keep your thoughts busy for the time being.

Felix was so sweet and kind when you were dating, what had happened?

——

“What were you thinking, Felix?” Seungmin scolds the chestnut-head, pinching his nose. “[Y/N] is one of our best bakers, you can’t transfer her. We’ve literally had people specifically ask for her to bake for them. I’m sorry, but she has to compete in the Bake-Offs, and she has to work in this department.”

Felix rolls his eyes, “We can manage without her. We have Minho, I’m still the best baker in the establishment, and the others do well enough,” a growl in his deep voice at the thought of Seungmin picking your side over his. “And she’s been incompetent lately anyway.”

Seungmin shakes his head. “Firstly, we can’t train anyone else to her level by tomorrow. And secondly, you’ve been unreasonable ever since the two of you broke up. Which, if I recall correctly, was your idea,” he stops for a second, “Why did you two break up anyway? You were the perfect couple.”

Felix shuts his eyes, breathing in deeply through his nose. “It might’ve seemed that way, but things weren’t as smooth as they used to be,” his voice growing thick in his throat.

“So things got hard and you ran away?” the younger presses on, arms crossed and lips pursed.

The baker glares. “Shut up Seungmin, you don’t get to judge my decisions.” He grits his teeth. When put like that, Felix feels like the bad guy—but Seungmin knows nothing of your relationship outside of work. He didn’t know how you functioned alone. “I’ll let her compete with us, but she’s not transferring back here.”

“Fine.”

“[Y/N]!” a voice booms the moment you enter the Cafékery, Jeongin racing to you happily, “Thank goodness you’re here! Mina’s sick and Sungjoon’s running late!” You stare quizzically at him, confused as to what that had to do with you. Jeongin’s head tilts. “Don’t you know what today is?”

You scratch your head, puckering your lips and shaking your head. “No…?”

The young baker sighs, “It’s the first day of the Bake-Offs. Y’know, like it is every year?”

Your eyes widen in realization, because you had been planning for this a week prior, and somehow you managed to completely forget about it. Smacking your head, you snap your gaze to Jeongin. “Wait, what does that have to do with me? I’m not even a baker anymore…” you trail off, your eyes saddening at the reminder.

Jeongin cocks his head to the side, “What do you mean? Your name’s on the list and they've been waiting for you for thirty minutes. Even Felix is waiting for you.”

Your ears perk at that, confusion and excitement flooding your veins at the same time. You were going to participate in the Bake-Offs, your favorite event of the year—not counting holidays—and you may have kept your position as a baker. The thought brings a small smile to your lips, and you quickly make your way over to the small crowd of bakers.

Minho greets you, “You made it! Thank goodness, please tell Cookie Crumbs over there to chill out,” jabbing his thumb in the direction of Felix.

You chuckle at the nickname, pulling Felix’s attention from Seungmin and directing it to you, a scowl on his lips that almost makes you want to shrink. You see Seungmin whisper something to him, making him roll his eyes as he approaches you. “So, we need you to fill in for some bakers today. Are you in?”

His words are casual and had they been said by someone who wasn't currently out to get you, they would've come across as calm. But since this is Felix, he growls them at you, a slight mumble in his words from his grit teeth. Put off by his still negative attitude—seriously, what could you have possibly done—you decide to irk him. “I don't know, you don't seem to want me up here…”

He glares at you, putting on his sickly fake calm expression, “[Y/N], would you forgive me for yesterday's events and help us with the Bake-offs?” His tone drips with passive aggression, and you're almost surprised how fake it sounds.

You agree, sighing because he didn't look in the mood for your antics, and you weren't up for his anger or outbursts. “Yeah, fine.”

He smiles dangerously at you. “Thank you.” The words somehow manage to sound mean, sarcastic, and even a bit genuine all at the same time. It’s startling to know that this stranger was once your “one and only”. You wish you could smack young you and convince her to never allow Lee Felix and his perfect freckled cheeks, beautiful smile, and round, big eyes into her heart.

You all hop into the Cafékery’s food macaroon yellow truck—or as the side read, “Yellow Wood on Wheels!”—and your delivery Priuses, packed in with baking supplies (not including ingredients), attire, and whatever else you might need, driving off to the park that held the annual event. The perfectly trimmed bushes surround the park in a maze fashion. The tables get set up in a uniform fashion, all facing the stage, with an outdoor oven, sink, fridge and freezer about six feet behind it. The sun’s not too hot, but you’d be lying if you said it was enjoyably hot.

Seeing the lineup, your favorite competitors smiling from their booths, you felt the nostalgia of when you and Felix were together. Quickly, you shake it off, not wanting to feed into the feeling and give it power. You couldn’t fall back in love with Felix—not that you ever really fell out.

And within ten more minutes of preparation, the competition was on.

“Nice to see you all here today! We’ve got some fresh meat—or, batter, I guess—including Knead to Know Bread, Flour Bakery & Café, and Hole in One Doughnuts, along with some past champions! I’m looking at you Yellow Wood and Sweet Revenge!” From the stage, the announcer, Hyunjin, smiles at you with a friendly glint, his voice animated perfectly for his job, just the right amount of theatrics and humor, “To kick off the event, we’re starting today with “Signature Dishes”! In other words, you may bake anything from your bakery’s “Signature” or Specialty” menu to wow the judges, one of which will be me!”

“You all have an hour and a half to bake something that’ll knock our socks off! Begin with the buzzer in three… two… one! Go!” The buzzer sounds and everyone is running towards the shelves stocked with the most popular baking necessities and the rarest finds in this field.

You try to avoid bumping into anyone—especially Felix—as you dart between your baking table and the ingredients racks, taking generous amounts of whatever you can get your hands on. A pound of flour, a half-pound of sugar, a bag of baking powder, a small bowl of baking salt, unsalted and softened butter, cocoa powder, vanilla extract, brown sugar, a dozen eggs, a cup of chocolate chips, and tartar. Your eyes light up at the sight, the perfect three dishes popping into your mind as you get to planning. One Minho-original sponge cake, a tray of Felix’s signature brownies, and your famous chocolate chip cookies. Oh, you had this round in the bag!

Notepad in hand, you rush over to Felix, hurriedly trying to cut into his conversation, “Hey Captain! I’ve got a plan,” the words draw his attention immediately, and he has no argument against your brilliant baking skills. All the ingredients were there, and you had just enough time to get everything done, make it look gorgeous, and maybe even throw in a little extra if you wanted. “Perfect, right? If I could just get Jeongin’s assistance, I’ll be good to go!��

Felix hums in agreement, the competition bringing out his more reasonable side as he sends the boy over to you, trying to fight the happiness that bubbles in his heart when you gleam at his positive reaction. He calls Minho over quickly, his lips moving miles per second, nodding with the older when they come to an understanding, “Han, I need you to assist Minho. Changbin, you’re with me.”

They all give him some variation of a salute, following his orders confidently without question. Felix may have been a pain since your breakup, but if there was one thing he didn’t allow his emotions to affect, it was winning this competition… or baking. One of the two.

Making your cookies was one of the things you loved most. Something about mixing your original dough, baking it to perfection, and being able to call it yours made you feel beyond important. You could practically feel the dopamine dripping, your hands whisking the eggs violently, only to realize you forgot the mixing technique Felix had taught you back when you first started working at Yellow Wood. Letting out a stressed breath, you decide it’s best to get it over with and head over to ask him.

He’s sweaty, honey skin glistening under the sun as he awaits his melting butter patiently. You assume it’s all the whisking he’s done, both he and Changbin shiny while they hover around the outdoor oven and stove.

Heart beating rapidly, you almost feel nervous to approach him, your cheeks flushing lightly when his head turns to you. “Hey, I forgot that mixing technique you showed me, mind giving me a refresher?” your voice strained and somewhere between giddy and irritated.

He rolls his eyes, coming behind you to re-teach you the technique you’d mastered after seeing it done twice originally. His lean arms encase your own, his chest to your back, while he takes your hands and guides one to mix aggressively, and holds the other in place sturdily. It’s nostalgic, the way he holds you, firm yet gentle, just like he used to. Your heart jumps into your throat, and you try your best to ignore his breathing against your cheek, reminding you of mornings when the two of you would bake gourmet breakfasts together just for the fun of it.

“Okay, I think I’ve got it…” your voice fades away, catching in your throat the moment you turn, coming face to face with Felix, your noses almost touching. His hands stop guiding yours, and you can feel his breath hitch, eyes trained between your eyes and too-close-for-comfort lips. You seal your ajar lips, breaking eye contact and clearing your dry throat, “Um...”

He steps back abruptly, keeping his semi-aggressive stare beside you, careful not to look at you. Quietly, he apologizes, stepping away and continuing his own baking project. He has to calm his own heart as he turns his back to you, an uncomfortable flit settling in his stomach.

Ninety minutes later, you’ve all managed to complete your deserts, plating them to perfection and ready to present. “So, what do you have for us, Mr. Lee Felix of Yellow Wood Cafékery?” Hyunjin interrogates, a wide, handsome smile on his features as he observes the three platters in front of him.

Happy to present three of the Bakery’s best-selling items, Felix grins, his smile genuine and warm. “Today we’ve baked three signature dishes, one from each of our top three bakers. I present you with my signature brownies, Minho’s locally famous sponge cake, and [Y/N]’s delightful chocolate chip cookies!” Finishing with an expectant smile when Hyunjin takes a cut of his brownies, a slice of Minho’s cake, and sticks one of your chewy chocolate chip cookies into his mouth. “We hope you enjoy every bite.”

“Mph!” Another judge, Chan, exclaims as he takes another bite from Minho’s cake. “This is a winner!”

You nudge Minho in congratulations, him flashing you a sheepish grin in return.

Hyunjin agrees, humming in delight at your cookie, “First place, hands down!” Moving onto the third bakery’s dishes, downing yours happily.

You watch the other judges taste your work and their reactions, high-fiving each other when another judge leans over to whisper to you three that you “had her vote”. All three of you turn to each other with content looks, confident with this round’s results.

“Success is assured,” you all laugh at Minho’s robotic impression.

It’s only when Felix’s happy stare finds your own that your mood drops, both of your smiles faltering as you high-five, your palms lingering a little longer than necessary. You chuckle awkwardly as you pull your hand back, his warmth engraved into your hand where it had touched. He coughs awkwardly, bringing his fist to his restless heart, willing it to relax whilst glaring at you. It was just a memory of the love he’d once held for you.

“First place, Yellow Wood!” You all cheer, Jisung “whooping” and Jeongin doing his famous “dolphin scream” loudly.

“Second place, Hole in One Doughnuts!”

“In third, Sweet Revenge!”

“In fourth, we have Knead to Know Bread!”

“And in fifth, Flour Bakery & Café!” The judges announce one by one, Hyunjin keeping his mic at his mouth while the other four drop theirs to their sides, “Our last two places will participate in a face-off elimination match, where they will each chose a signature dish from the other bakery’s specialty menu to the best of their abilities and hope they either pleasantly surprise our judges, or that the other bakery underperforms!”

You’re even more grateful for being in the top spot when you hear the elimination challenge. Yeah, you may have been an outstanding baker, but you were no Gordon Ramsey and you took time to learn other’s recipes.

“Those who managed to place in the top three may pack it up for the day and return tomorrow!” Chan grins, his Aussie accent peeking through his Korean pronunciation. The slight slip up makes you bite your lip, eyes downcast, when you remember how Felix would do the same when you two had dated. These days, you were almost sure he never messed up—though you didn’t have much to go on due to your lack of communication.

Clearing his throat, Felix’s deep voice cutting through the air, “All right, great job everyone! Let’s pack it up and do it all over tomorrow,” He said, hiding his chuckle when the staff groans.

Assuming the bakers were off the hook for their hard work, Minho invites you to relax with Han and himself. You’re about to accept when a small hand grasps your shoulder, and you’re met with an icy glare you’re sure you don’t deserve. “Yes, Felix?”

“Where do you think you’re going?” He lifts his right brow, eyes dark and stern as they bore into yours. “You have to clean up with the rest of the crew,” his tone dripping with that malice reserved for you. Seriously, you wondered how he managed to stay so angry at you for absolutely nothing.

Your jaw drops and you search his face for any sign that he’s joking. Sadly, he’s entirely serious. You frown. “But I was a baker today… I even came up with a plan—a plan that made us win first place!” you argue, unwilling to give up without a fight.

“You did, but I’m still pissed at you for yesterday. Get out of your apron and get to cleaning,” he orders, leaving no room for debate. Something in him is pissed about how you’d made him revisit those old, mushy feelings he’d shoved down when he broke up with you.

As he turns away, you growl, mumbling a curse at him, and untie your apron. No matter how unfair Felix was, he was your superior, meaning you didn’t have a say—at least not one as important as his—and you were obligated to obey his orders as long as you were on the clock. “Damn you, Felix.”

You finish packing away the last of the supplies, thankful for Changbin and his strong arms, who’d decided to hang back and help you out. All that’s left is for you to load it into the truck, which would’ve been easy, had Felix not chased your muscle away after he’d caught him helping you. You groan, straining your free arm and leg muscles to carry the heavy box into the truck’s trunk, almost collapsing before you’ve even made it halfway there, spilling the plates and whisks over the park’s brick-patterned pavement. “Damn Felix, always giving me more work than I should have. He doesn’t even have a reason to be mad! He broke up with me!” Scowling as you recollect the supplies grumpily.

Your loud complaining draws a chortle or two from beside you, Chan holding his fist to his mouth to cover his amused smile.

Flustered, you drop your box—the same box—accidentally in embarrassment. “Can I help you?” Your voice unconfident and your face aflame. You’d just argued about your ex, out loud and imaginary, unaware of the judge who’d heard it all. “Chan, right?”

The ginger nods, his prominent dimples showing in his big smile, “Yep! And you’re [Y/N], right?” his smile widens impossibly when you nod, “I was wondering if you’d like me to help you finish up around here?” Of course, you tell him yes, thanking him over and over and complimenting his strength repeatedly.

“Thank you so much! I don’t know what I would’ve done without you and all your buff-ness.” You were partly joking but mostly serious because everyone knew you did not wield that type of strength in either your upper or lower body. “Seriously, you’re a lifesaver!”

He laughs, loading the last box into the truck and rolling down the door. “So, what’re you doing packing all this up on your own? I mean, the elimination round is already over and almost all of your team has left already, and you’re a baker. I would’ve thought you’d be home by now,” he finishes, curiosity in his slight accent.

You sigh, visibly deflating. “So you know Felix, right?” You wait for him to nod, urging you to continue. “He’s my annoying, jerk boss… and my ex-boyfriend.”

“Oh…” Chan cringes, understanding immediately.

“You know what the worst part is? I didn’t even break up with him! He broke up with me!” your hands flailing in the air to add to your dramatics. Chan’s eyes show confusion, and you nod as to say, “I know right?” making him laugh, “Don’t laugh at my misery! He never lets me relax. He never even told me why he wanted to break up.” An angry pout forms on your plush lips.

“Yikes,” the ginger winces, trying to hide his smile. You get it, if the roles were reversed you’d probably find it oddly amusing too. You shove him lightly anyway, shaking your head when he breaks into a fit of laughter, “Hey, sorry! It’s just weirdly funny. I mean, he’s a complete jerk for doing all that, but it’s still kind of ridiculous.”

You nod, agreeing. You two sit like that, leaned against the truck for a solid ten minutes, playfully arguing about trivial matters and laughing at Chan’s enormous collection of pick-up lines until it’s disturbed by no one other than the bane of your existence. Felix strolls up to the two of you, putting on that same smile he gave to customers just after he’d ordered you to clean the bathroom floors—despite the fact that the café had its own designated janitor.

“Hi, Chan! [Y/N].” He gives you a curt nod that makes you roll your eyes. How fake could he be? “I was coming to check if you were done yet, since the last of us are going back to the bakery, and I was wondering if you could work the afternoon shift today?”

Your jaw drops, already imagining the pile of dishes you had used to bake today, and those the bakers who’d stayed behind had probably sullied. You hang your head, agreeing because you know that he’d get you to do it somehow, be it through a cut paycheck or a job transfer. “Yeah, sure.”

Chan frowns. “But she’s been working all day? Don’t you have other staff that can cover for her?” Felix’s fairy-like eyes darken imperceptibly, and you urge Chan to let it go. Seeing the look of tiredness in your orbs, he sighs, “I guess if she’s up for it, I can’t stop her.” A feigned smile appears on his lips.

“Yep, that’s [Y/N]! I can always rely on her to be ready to work,” flashing a much too forced smile your way, the crinkles beside his eye phony and almost seeming sarcastic. Of course, Felix didn’t want anyone outside the bakery to know how cruel he was. He had no power over anyone who didn’t work for him, and you were sure he didn’t want to get reported and fired. “Nice seeing you, Chan! Maybe we can get something to eat sometime!”

Chan smiles at you, “Bye [Y/N], see you tomorrow, I hope!” ignoring Felix’s offer entirely and giving your hand a chaste peck, a flirty yet friendly grin on his thick lips when you flush.

“Haha… Bye Chan! I hope to see you too,” You giggle slightly as you pull your hand from his, only to groan as Felix tugs you towards the truck door.

Surprisingly, the freckled boy manages to have some gentlemanly qualities left in him, opening your door for you and helping you climb in before shutting it. It almost gives you whiplash how quickly his attitude has changed from overly happy to completely done once he closes his door, “I need you to wash the dishes and mop the floors when we get back. Any arguments and I’ll cut you from the rest of the event.”

You give him a dirty look, leaning over to rest your head on your palm to stare out the window for the rest of the ride.

Tomorrow comes faster than you’d expected, and before you know it, you’re already unpacked at the park, preheating the outdoor ovens. Mina’s returned, and even so she’s not a very good baker (dare you to say, a bad barista too), and Sungjoon’s absent over some familial matters, so you’re still on the roster.

“Alright, everyone! Welcome back yesterday’s winners, Yellow Wood Cafékery, and the remaining contestants, Hole in One Doughnuts, Sweet Revenge, and Flour Bakery and Café!” Chan cheers, starting the day off strong. He sends a wink at you after calling your team’s name, inducing a red hue to take over your cheeks that evokes an annoyed groan from Felix. “Today we will be judging your best pastries! You have half an hour to make something that’ll blow our minds!”

“So I was thinking we could do some nice strawberry roll cakes, and then something new,” Minho suggests, earning a nod of approval from Felix. “I was looking up some new stuff for the bakery and I found this thing called a Franzbrötchen. It's German, so it’ll most likely be something new for the judges, and the others shouldn’t see it coming.”

You tap your chin. “Alright, I’ll take the two roll cakes, and since you know the recipe, you can take the Frankenstein or whatever you said.”

“I’ll help [Y/N] with the roll cakes. We all know she can’t roll one for the life of her,” Felix provokes, his face neutral as the gears in his head turn.

“Alright, go!”

The three of you rush to the ingredients tables, bumping into a minimal yet still significant number of bakers from other teams. It seems that after yesterday, nobody cares about chivalry or manners, roughly shoving each other out of the way to get to their desired ingredient.

You’re reaching for the strawberries when someone thrusts you out of the way, throwing you into an unsuspecting brown you just can’t seem to avoid getting in trouble with, “Hey! Watch it!” he growls, catching you. You scoff, freeing yourself from his hold on your waist, ready to retort when you notice he isn’t glaring at you, but the older girl who’d so rudely thrown you. She ignores his warning, rushing off to find whatever she was looking for, leaving Felix holding you salsa-dip style. “Are you okay?”

The sincerity of his concern almost scares you, but you don’t say anything about it and assure him you're fine with an awkward smile. Felix hadn’t shown that kind of emotion to you in a while, something other than hostility and feigned positivity, since your still confusing fallout. “Yeah…”

You turn and grab the last box of strawberries, running off to look for whipping cream and steady your frantic heartbeat. When was the last time Felix had you feeling like this? Well, yesterday, but before that, you couldn’t even recall it had been so long.

The three of you regroup, Minho summoning Changbin and Jisung to be his helpers and Jeongin volunteering to whip your cream for you. You and Felix dance around each other the entire time, a thick awkwardness filling the air around you two and your baking. Within a good twenty-eight minutes, you were the first team done, stacking your cakes and German sugar buns creatively on a cupcake stand.

The female judge from yesterday, Yeji, is the first to try your Franzbrötchen, staring at it quizzically before taking a bite. “It’s so good! Hyunjin get over here and try this…”

“Franzbrötchen,” Minho interjects, smiling politely at the younger brown.

“Franzbrötchen! Thank you,” she smiles back, eagerly beckoning the other brown-haired judge over to have a taste of the lesser-known pastry, “I’ve never had this before! Points for creativity!”

Hyunjin agrees with her, as does Chan, who makes sure to take an extra-large piece of the roll cake you’d made. Felix hates to admit that the scene of you two eye-flirting makes him feel things he’d lost the right to experience when he… Well, you know, silently hoping another team finishes up soon and cuts the interaction as short as possible. Geez, maybe it was a bit more than a mere “memory of the love he’d once held for you” as he assumed before.

Soon enough, this year’s top rookie finishes, giving your long-time rivals Sweet Revenge a run for their money by taking one of their famous classics and revamping it, creating the best version of their crème brûlées and macaroons ever tasted before. Then, Sweet Revenge follows two simple and unimpressive rice cakes, and Flour Bakery and Café not far behind with a much more notable parfait and a pastry.

“Tied for first, for taking an unforeseen approach, Hole in One Doughnuts!” You all cheer, impressed with the inexperienced team of fresh-faced bakers who jump in excitement, “And yesterday’s number one, Yellow Wood, for their pleasant surprise!” Chan finishes.

Yeji picks up her mic next, confidently smiling at the medium-sized crowd, “And our two who will be participating in a face-off elimination, Flour Bakery and Café, and Sweet Revenge! Stay tuned to see who will be moving on to the next round and who will be going home!”

You hear Hyunjin’s voice begin to explain the elimination round, although you can’t focus on the details as you march over to your tables and begin packing everything away like yesterday, guessing Felix was going to tell you to do it soon anyway. Once all the boxes are ready, you notice almost all the teams have gone home, and the results are out, Sweet Revenge moving onto the next round—though you’re sure they only made it due to experience with working the time in their favor.

Lifting the heaviest box first, you groan and wobble towards the open truck, only to have the weight removed by none other than Bang Chan. “Whoa there, you’ll throw out your back if you keep trying to carry things you don’t have the muscle for.”

“Are you trying to say I’m scrawny?” you gasp in mock offense, a dramatic hand on your heart to add to the scene. “I’ll have you know these biceps are toned to perfection!”

“I’m sure mixing all that batter has certainly built quite a bit of muscle, but allow me to do the really heavy lifting for your sake,” he smiles, the warm apples of his cheeks squishing his eyes.

“Fine, but only because I’m already tired.”

“Of course.”

The same as yesterday, you two sit on the truck’s back, laughing hysterically at a bad baking experience Chan was telling you about, “And the cookies, oh my gosh, they were absolutely horrible!”

“Y-you mean to tell me that you—one of my esteemed judges—can’t bake?” A hand grasps your ribs so that they don’t burst, “That’s gold!”

“Anyway,” he chuckles one last time, still infected with laughter. “Why’re you here again? Isn’t there someone else to pick up the slack?”

You suspire, shaking your head. “There probably is, Felix just likes to pick on me these days. He’s always overworking me, trying to get rid of me. Honestly, I’m not even sure he ever loved me.” You frown, and then cuss quietly when your eyes start to water. “It’s like he’s my bully, and I’ve gotta do his, and whoever he wants homework all the time.”

Chan nods, patting your back gently, “I’m sorry, you don’t deserve that.”

“And what’s worse is that after all this time, all the bad blood and everything… I still love him,” you say, squishing your brows as you try your best not to cry. You recover soon enough though, wiping the wetness of your eyes and putting on your best smile. “Wow, it feels good to get that off my chest,” laughing to lighten the mood.

“I see you’re here… again.” A few minutes later, a familiar, rich voice interrupts, Felix’s unamused face appearing before you and Chan. “I’m not feeling up for any conversation, so if you two could quickly wrap this up, please? I’ll be waiting in the car,” a poorly faked smile on his perfect pink lips as he gives a brief hand motion and enters the large automobile.

Chan smiles nervously at you, “He doesn’t look too happy to see us together…”

“It’s not like that, he’s just unhappy to see me.” You don’t catch how Chan shakes his head at your explanation. “Welp, I’ve gotta go. See you tomorrow, Chan!” You hop off the back of the truck and wave goodbye. Immediately as you enter the truck, you sense the downcast mood, wiping your smile off your face and sighing, “To the bakery?”

He’s thinking about your parting words to Chan, “You read my mind.”

“Great,” you scowl, crossing your arms and sinking lower into the stiff seat material. Felix seemed to have a way of killing your mood, always bringing you down from cloud nine to misery.

The two of you sit in silence for a good ten minutes, before Felix speaks up. “I don’t want you alone with Chan anymore,” his tone is stern, though he’s saying it quieter than usual, almost as if he’s unsure of what he’s saying. “He’s being too… friendly.”

The comment that follows the already absurd order makes you furrow your brows, confusion painting your face. “So? We’re both single, and I like hanging out with him. What makes you think you get to dictate who I get to be friendly with, hm? ‘Cus I’m pretty sure you relinquished that sort of say when we broke up.” You’re angrier than you want to be.

He stays silent, eyes trained on the road, mixed emotions swirling in his stomach. He resorts to glaring, his knuckles turning white as he grips the wheel, “Whatever.”

“Yesterday, one of our rookies came out on top, let’s give a big hand to Hole in One Doughnuts!” Yeji cheers, standing confidently. Maybe confidence was the key to looking great…

“In second place, Yellow Wood!” Hyunjin smiles, “And our elimination round winner was Sweet Revenge!”

“Today, we will be holding a technical challenge. Those of you familiar with our Bake Offs should know that means we will have three dishes for the contestants to choose from. Whoever succeeds in not only baking the dish, as well as plating it and making it presentable within the time limit will move onto the next round unscathed. The other two teams will face off in an elimination round,” Chan explains, discreetly reading the cards between his hands. He sends a wink your way, and grins when you flush, just like yesterday. It’s repetitive, you admit, but it felt nice to be getting positive attention from a guy.

Felix crosses his arms, clicking his tongue at the noticeable exchange. Chan’s far too flirtatious for his taste, and he hates how your blush has him feeling butterflies.

“Alright, the choices are Angel Slices, Fig Rolls, and Miniature Pineapple Upside Down Cakes. Since Hole in One Doughnuts won first place yesterday, they get to pick first, then Yellow Wood, and lastly Sweet Revenge.”

The rookies pick Fig Rolls, leaving you with the choice between Angel Slices and the Upside Down Cakes, and you choose the latter. Your team pretends not to notice the death glares from Sweet Revenge, knowing they didn’t know the first thing about making Angel Slices and Felix happened to be one of the best Upside Down Cake bakers in town.

The three of you decide to make three separate cakes, opting for three different styles and three chances for the top spot.

“Alright, now that we’ve gotten the recipes sorted, you may start your dishes! Go!”

There’s somehow even more pushing and shoving than yesterday, even with the dwindling number of bakers present. You crash into someone, and you can’t believe your luck when it’s Felix you crash into again, except this time he holds you to his chest. “Are you okay?”

You can feel his voice reverberate through his chest, and it’s something you didn’t think you’d hear from him ever again. Worry. “Yeah, I’m good…” you say, dizzy with confusion.

He nods, still holding you to his chest. “Be careful,” his tone softer than what you were used to hearing him use with you. His eyes are soft and averted, and they hold something tender in them. With one more deep inhale, he releases you, almost hesitantly.

When you walk off to find your ingredients, heeding his words and avoiding any more contestants, he misses your warmth. He misses holding you, and keeping you safe. Then he gets distracted, remembering the conversation you’d had with Bang Chan, oblivious that he was listening.

“He’s always overworking me… I’m not even sure he ever loved me…”

“And what’s worse is that after all this time, all the bad blood and everything… I still love him.”

Felix may not have been the type to eavesdrop, but when he’d heard you and Chan’s voices, he couldn’t help himself. He’d heard the whole thing, but something about these phrases had stuck. He didn’t make you do that much, just a little extra here and there when he felt like it. And of course, he loved you! You two had dated for years, how could you think that he never loved you? Heck, he still—

And that last sentence, even after he admittedly acted like a complete jerk to you—and a lot of others post-dating your breakup—you still had all the same feelings for him. He doesn’t like how the thought brings him happiness, or how it has him questioning his feelings about you. He was over you, right? Done with your relationship—that was one of the reasons he’d ended it.

So then, why did one quick glance from you make his heart stutter as though he was the same eighteen-year-old you’d caught the attention of three years ago?

“… lix? Felix, hey! Are you with me?” Minho snaps his fingers in front of his face, concern in the older man’s eyes. “You zoned out for a bit. Don’t worry, we got all the ingredients, and we didn’t lose much time.”

The competition. Right, he was competing, not debating his thoughts of (read: love for) you! “Yeah, I’m here. Sorry, I got distracted.” Minho nods, dragging him back to your station to start.

You’re used to Felix criticizing your baking techniques, but what you aren’t used to is him trying to help you. He’s got his hands over yours again—this time of his own accord—and he’s guiding you in placing your pineapple slices. You know perfectly well how to do this on your own, but he insists on showing you. “Alright, I’ve got it now.”

Hearing the tone of your voice, he sighs, releasing your arms, so you can continue to place your slices in your pan. You space them less than you had in Felix’s, and stack them a bit to give a bit of variety. Once you’re done, you call for Minho, “Hey, can you get me some pineapple juice-water mix?”

Before the oldest has time to respond to your request, Felix pushes a small pitcher towards you. “Here, use some of mine,” a bright pink on his cheeks that you luckily miss, taking the mixture and pouring it onto your pan.

“… Thanks.”

You almost swear he’s smiling, quickly beginning the next step of the process, “No problem.” For once, his tone lacks all hostility. The table goes quiet for the majority of the round, an awkward and fairly uncomfortable silence between you two, which Felix decides he’s not too fond of. Trying to ease the tension as your cakes bake, he leans towards you. “Want a brownie?”

You quirk your brow at him, utterly confused, “What?”

He looks at you this time, gesturing towards a box under his table, “A brownie, do you want one?”

“Um, sure.” As long as they aren’t poisoned. He hands you a larger one, and somehow it’s still warm. Getting a whiff of it, you sigh, biting into the delicious treat. You almost don’t care why you’ve been gifted this delicious piece of unhealthiness, but your curiosity gets the best of you. “Why are you being so nice to me today?”

He stiffens slightly, unsure of how to answer. “I can stop if you want—” he says, reaching over to take your brownie.

You snatch your hand away, hugging the delicacy to your chest protectively. “No, no… It’s just odd…” you reply hastily, quickly becoming attached to your brownie. You won’t acknowledge how you like the sweeter behavior, because if you do, you won’t just be swimming in love for Felix, you’ll be drowning. “Thanks, these are just like I remember them.”

“Yeah…” he murmurs, smiling gently as you reach for another brownie. He had made them in the morning before leaving the bakery after mulling over your interactions the day before. “I actually made them for you—to say sorry for being a jerk, of course!” He adds that last bit a little too quickly to sound natural.

You nod awkwardly, finishing your brownie just as the oven timer goes off. Checking your work—like the fantastic baker you are—you poke a toothpick through the middle, a satisfied hum when it comes out perfectly clean. When you unstick the sides, you’re surprised to see Felix has already unstuck one and is working on unsticking yours.

Minho stares at the younger just as confused, before shrugging. As long as the work’s getting done, you suppose, standing to the side with nothing to do. You decide to make yourself useful, grabbing three decorated plates and placing them neatly in front of the three of you, ready to flip the cakes. Felix rushes to hand you oven mitts in an out-of-character way, but you think it’s sweet nonetheless.

“Three, two, one!” All three of you flip your cakes, watching as they slide out perfectly, and you’re sure you’ll win again this year. They didn’t call Yellow Wood the “Best Baker in Town” for nothing. “Alright, great job guys! Let’s call the judges over.”

Each cake had a slightly different tint, yours is more orange and bright than the others due to the higher concentration of oranges, while Minho’s is closer to a caramel color--you assume he added brown sugar to the mix. The caramel has faded, the bubbles that once resided inside now pooped, leaving the cakes with a transparent olive look. All in all, they’re absolutely gorgeous.

Yeji bounces over first, ready to taste the amazingness you’ve baked up for her. She squeals in delight, beckoning Hyunjin over before shoving a bite in his mouth. He doesn’t care to get upset, too enamored by the sweet and tangy flavors dancing harmoniously in his mouth. “Oh man, unless the other teams are cheating, you’ve got our votes,” he mumbles out, muffled by his stuffed cheeks as he continues to try the other cakes. He marvels at how you all managed to bake the same dish in such different ways and end up with three amazing and unique tastes. “Seriously, like, I might have to swing by the bakery later!”

You all laugh at his commentary, bowing thankfully as Chan approaches, eyes bright and trained on you. “Ah, what have I done to deserve a job where I get to see you and eat your fantastic baking for a week in a row?” His grin stretches ear to ear, and it only widens after he takes a spoonful to his mouth and savors the taste, “[Y/N], I love your baking too much to live without, I just might have to marry you.”

The joke makes Felix freeze for a moment, thinking of a time when you two were seriously thinking of getting married and spending your lives together. How you used to cuddle into his side talking about your future as husband and wife, both of you so sure nothing would ever break you two up.

He used to always imagine buying your first house with you, picking your ring out. It was always the biggest predicament whether he wanted to help you choose a dress or if he wanted to see it for the first time at the wedding.

“Hm, do we want a big, extravagant wedding or a small one?” You hummed, twirling his sweater drawstring in your fingers, eyes staring at Felix’s with nothing but love.

He looks up, scrunching his face up in deep thought, before leaning down to peck your nose, “We’ll do whatever you want. How does that sound?” his cheeks squishing up to his eyes in happiness when you lightly push him, then hug his arms to his sides.

“Are you sure about that? What if I want dancing worms to perform?”

He bursts out in laughter. “Then so be it.”

He comes back to his senses in time to see you flush. He laughs unnaturally, “Get in line, mate,” an almost intimidating drip in his voice as he urges Chan to try the others. Get it line? What line was there for Chan to get in? You give Felix a suspicious look, not too happy with how he seemed to be unpredictable today. Chan shoots Felix a look when you’re not looking, then heads off to judge Sweet Revenge, who’d just finished. The younger boy rolls his eyes, turning to you with a glint in his eye. “That Chan seems friendlier than friendly…”

You stare at him, baffled. “What’s wrong with that? You might find this hard to believe, Felix, but some people still like me.” And with that, you turn away from him, leaving the surprised baker kicking himself.

About twenty minutes later, this year’s newbies finally finish up, and a few more after that, the results are in. Chan stands with Yeji to announce them, both of them sending bright smiles your way, “Once again, Yellow Wood has won first place for their outstanding work! Three unique and dazzling cakes of the same type, congratulations on moving onto the finals!”

Yeji pipes in, “And in second, we’d like to congratulate this year’s fresh-dough, Hole in One Doughnuts!”

The small crowd cheers, along with your teams, as Sweet Revenge bows, and thanks everyone for another great competition. Felix doesn’t get as excited as the rest of you, still focused on your earlier words that were stinging him more than he’d like. You thought he didn’t like you? How absurd—

There he was again, forgetting that all these new opinions you had of him were with very good reason. He hadn’t been particularly nice or caring after breaking your heart, and now he was getting upset that someone was showing you some interest, how rude of him.

He remembers when he was sweet, always bringing you flowers, gifts, and reassurances of love, all the sweetness. Not only that, but he remembers the day all the sugar dissolved into the bitter coffee, and he was no longer staring at you with dark, deep admiration and love. He remembers taking your heart in his hand and crushing it between his fingers, watching your love ooze out like batter to an unfinished, half-raw cake.

And, like a bad chef, he never cleaned up the mess he made. He watched you come into work, heartbroken and tear-stained, every day and did nothing. No comfort, nor space.

Sniffing, you waddled into the bakery, catching the eyes of your coworkers and friends. Minho was the first to check on you, confused and slowly becoming more pissed as he realized those were breakup tears. “Did he do this?”

You'd waved him off, barely holding in your tears. “It's not his fault. It just wasn't working out for him anymore,” biting your lips, they tried to console your tears.

Felix had walked in a few moments later, confused as to why everyone seemed to be crowded together—except him and Mina who'd happened to walk in at the same time. “What's going on?”

Then he'd caught a glimpse of your crying figure, feeling the guilt start to eat at him until Changbin spoke up. “How could you break [Y/N]’s heart? You jerk!” Angry with the brunet the moment he sees him.

Felix’s face hardens, and suddenly he doesn't feel so bad. “I did what was best for me. We agreed on it, she's just making a scene,” venom drips from his voice, and that was the first time anyone had witnessed the new, cold-hearted Felix.

He saw how you shrank at his words, pushing everyone away to run to the bathroom. When you came out, you didn't look at him. When he called you, you didn't make eye contact, but you tried to talk to him, and all he did was send you off to clean angrily. What had happened to him?

He sees you talking to Chan, and notices you haven't started cleaning yet. In other words, he sees an opening, a chance, to be nice to you again. Even if you two weren't together and madly in love like you once were, he at least wanted to be on good terms with you again.

He speedily begins putting away all the supplies, pretending to ignore your shocked expression, when in reality that was exactly what he was hoping for. If he wanted you to know he was genuine, he couldn't be openly looking for your validation. When he's done, he packs the boxes neatly into the truck and waits patiently for you to finish your conversation and enter, all the while wearing a small smile.

“Sorry for not picking up, I got distracted. It won't happen again though,” you apologize robotically, allowing Felix to realize how practiced your apologies to him must be.

He waves it off, giving you an understanding look as he starts the ignition. “Don't worry about it. I'm sorry I've been making you take care of all that alone.” he frowns to himself, guilty. “I'm going to drop you off at the café, okay? Don't worry about the evening shift today, just go home.”

What's he up to? You wonder, subtly eyeing him with a nod, confused by his extremely understanding and—dare you say, nice—behavior today. Hadn't he hated your guts just yesterday?

Not enjoying the awkward silence, Felix turns up the radio, an all too familiar song filling the truck's low-quality speakers. It's your song, the one you two had first kissed to, back when you won your first Bake-Offs together.

He's about to switch the station when he hears you humming the melody, and a small smile takes over his freckled cheeks. He begins the chorus, voice low and smooth, the deepness reverberating through your ears down your spine in nostalgia and comfort. You try to contain the way your face flushes and contorts into a happy expression, but something about how he sounds just like he used tickles your heart. It feels like when times were simpler, your boyfriend and you singing your hearts out to your “song”—

Your smile slowly falls, and you stop your quiet singing, feeling tears well up.

Felix doesn't notice at first until he realizes his voice and the singer's are the only ones he hears. His chest stutters in the worst ways when he sees you, downcast and frowning at your lap, and he remembers that your current relationship is not okay. He switches the station, and mumbles out a quiet apology.

“Alright, today's the big day! To spice things up a bit, we'll be having pair competitions! That's right, two bakers from each establishment will be chosen to represent their team against the other team's pair,” Hyunjin announces brightly, and you wonder if he was born with the ability to have all eyes on him the moment he entered an area. “They will be creating a pastry of their choice that represents our theme, which in today's case, is love! Each team will have two hours to perfect their creation.”

Chan steps forward. “The time starts in three… Two… One!”

“Okay, we're all fantastic bakers, but we have to pick our best,” Minho reasons, huddled around a table with the rest of you. “I think [Y/N] and Felix are our best bets. I know you two aren't on the best terms or anything, but I've seen you two recently, and I think you guys can pull it together long enough to win.”

You wave your hands in front of your face. You were almost sure that if you and Felix were alone in a high-pressure situation, one of you would end up in the hospital and you'd lose the competition. “I don't think that's a good idea—”

“I agree with Minho. Mina got back yesterday, and she might get along better with Lix, but we all know she can't bake to save her life. Plus, you two have worked together and won before,” Changbin cuts you off, which is surprising because Changbin isn't one to agree with Minho easily.

Felix turns to you, “If you're okay with it, so am I.” Curse his starry eyes and freckles akin to the constellations.

You sigh, giving in. “Fine, but if he starts acting like a jerk and we lose, don't blame me.”

You both run to the ingredients, and you can't help but notice that Felix is hovering around you, blocking other contestants from bumping into you. Chivalrous, really, but you still haven't forgiven him for his behavior for the last seven months.

You bite your cheek, eyeing the shelves as you think of a plan. “I think we should go with a Persian Love Cake. Nothing says romance like a cake with love in the name, right?”

Felix nods. “But I don't know how to make that—I've only had one that one time when—,” we were together, he stops himself from saying it, but with the way your face contorts, he knows you already knew what he was going to say. “You're going to have to teach me as we go.”

“That's fine, it's not too difficult. Preheat the oven for me, one-sixty degrees Celsius fan-forced, I'm gonna start greasing a cake pan,” you direct, not noticing the glint of happiness in Felix’s eyes. He thought you were cute when you took the lead, one of the reasons he had asked you out all those years ago.

After you've prepared that, you push him towards the electric mixer. “Now, I need you to beat butter, sugar, vanilla, cinnamon, ginger, cardamom, and rosewater until it's pale and creamy, okay? I have to mix some almond meal and flour.”

He does as he's told, though he does waste a bit of time looking over at you with soft eyes when he sees you've covered most of your apron and your face with the powders. He wasn't going to lie to himself, he really missed baking with you, side by side, just the two of you. It was one of the things he missed most after the breakup—but he couldn't admit that. Not after what he'd done.

As he finishes up, he sees you already ready to take the bowl from him, cracking eggs and beating them into the mixture one at a time before slowly folding it into the powder cocktail, then spooning it into a bowl. Felix wonders when you got so efficient at working alone in silence, recalling how you used to waste so much time cooing at him and chit-chatting when you two had dated. Then he remembers everything had changed since then.

It was a truly odd sensation, the way his heart shrivels as he realizes he had broken you and left you to pick up the pieces, except now it seemed all the little ones were missing from the puzzle of you. You used to socialize all the time, until he started having you take shifts with people you didn't know, and you got used to being alone. You'd stopped talking as much when he'd told you to stop being so loud. He hadn't heard you laugh freely around him since he decided to be a complete jerk.

Man, he really messed up.

Now that he thinks about it, he didn't even have a good reason to have broken up with you. The bakery was having you both work overtime and more than usual, but you two were still in love. You were trying, he should’ve been trying; you two would have made it work.

But just like Seungmin said, things started getting difficult and Felix ran away.

There were rumors, you two were both tired, and things were becoming a bit distant between you two, and Felix thought that meant your time was up. That your relationship had run its course, and this was the end of the line before it got rougher. Now he wishes he could punch his slightly younger self, tell him to man up and just work through it all with you instead of being a pissy jerk who lost the best thing he ever had.

You quickly begin preparing more cakes, figuring that it would look better if you had more than the other team done in the allotted time. Besides, more cakes meant cuter plating possibilities.

You fail to notice how Felix stares at you, until his warm, slightly calloused palms come to wipe your cheeks gently. He keeps his eyes focused on yours as he performs the affectionate act, successfully making your heart skip a beat (or two).

With a shy lump in your throat, you find yourself unconsciously leaning into his touch as he brushes the flour off your cheeks benevolently. Your eyes glance from his chocolate ones to his heart-shaped lips, and you wonder what could possibly be holding you back from kissing those perfect lips like you had so many times before?

And with a jolt, you remember where you are, who you were, and who he is. You’re in a serious, high-stakes baking competition as a finalist, with your mean, unfair, ridiculous ex-boyfriend, who is also your boss. Pull it together, [Y/N]! You needed to keep your head in the game.

You push Felix away, muttering a quiet and sharp “Excuse me,” and continue kneading your batter into the powdery concoction. If you had been any less determined, you would’ve noticed how the hearts in the brunet’s irises shatter. Oh, to go back to the time when things were easy…

Felix’s arms brush over yours as he kneads another ball of batter beside you, his gaze directed on your pursed lips whilst his hands do the work. He’d been so close to your face—how could he possibly forget how damn gorgeous you were? Now, all he wanted was to kiss your lips like he once did, soft, gentle, sweet. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” You raise your brow, turning to face him—maybe your vision darts down to his plush lips for a second before refocusing on his face. Was he apologizing for a moment ago? That would mean the odd tension wasn’t just in your head, and he felt it too. Still, you didn’t want to let your heart lead the way—it’s what had made you date Sir Angel Dust in the first place—and would rather forget about the encounter. “Don’t dwell on it, just keep kneading.”

He sighs, his nerves building up slightly as he has to explain himself. Gosh, he felt eighteen again, nervous to ask you out and get rejected. “I meant for breaking up with you, then acting like your enemy. I told you we’d stay friends, and I never explained myself. I’m sorry for all of that.”

Even if hearing the genuine apology from his deep voice made your stomach do flips, you weren’t ready for this or the feelings that came with it. Right now, you need to focus. “Whatever, it’s in the past now. C’mon, spoon it into this pan then put it to bake,” you direct, voice wavering slightly with every syllable that leaves your throat.

He does as he’s told—making sure to help you as well, so he can score points and speed up the process—and then he resumes his earlier speech. “Seriously, I’ve been horrible to you, and I’m sorry. Can we please talk about this?”

You clench your fist, breathing deeply as you move to step away from him, except you can’t. He has a careful and firm grip on your wrist, almost as if he was holding a fragile glass he was afraid to drop, and he holds you in front of him, gaze boring into your own. “What’s there to talk about, Felix? You’ve said it all.”

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t want us to be left like this, as enemies. I want to make it right, please don’t walk away.” You shouldn’t still fall for the pleads in his voice, but it’s always been your weakness. You sigh, nodding and leaning against the fold-out table beside him. He nods, thankful. “Thank you.”

“Just say what you need to say, so I can go.”

He frowns. “Did I really ruin everything to this extent?” You nod. “Then why are you still here—at the bakery, I mean?”

“Because I loved my job—which I’m not even sure I still have anymore. I know you’ve been nicer, more reasonable these past couple of days, but that doesn’t change the fact that you hurt me, really badly.” You feel the tears begin to well up. “You even started making me do stuff for Mina, knowing about the rumors and how they made me feel. It was as if you never loved me…”

Don't say that. His throat tightens at both your tears and your words, I've always loved you. “I'm sorry, [Y/N].”

Padding your face with your fingertips and fanning yourself, you shake your head. “Sorry doesn't fix everything that you did, Felix.” You stand straight, breathing in and out deeply, “I can't do this right now with you.”

Keep your head in the game, you tell yourself, ignoring the emotions stirring in the pit of your stomach. Felix didn't deserve your tears—and he definitely didn't deserve your time and thoughts. Screw being hung up on Lee Felix, and screw him.

“Alright, we know everyone was expecting this to be the big finale,” Chan starts off, looking less enthusiastic than usual, somewhere between tired, annoyed, and even amused. “But we've decided to mix it up a little. The two pairs that were picked today will be competing tomorrow in a series of challenges, and a winner will be declared overmorrow. Courtesy of the anonymous suggestions last year who thought our event was too predictable.”

You freeze, unsure if you can bear being alone with Felix in a competition any longer. You didn’t care if he was “different”—technically back to normal—he’d hurt you too much.

“This round along with the next two will add up to points, which will determine the final elimination!” Yeji booms, explaining the competition's new twist, “Whoever has the most out of three points wins this year’s Bake-Offs! Now, without further ado, let’s judge this round! These cakes look amazing!”

You and Felix present your cakes, plated to perfection, with every crumb, petal, and nuts placed with precision to make it as appealing as possible. You, to be quite honest, outdid yourself. Your cakes were absolutely ethereal with their white milky white glaze, glittered with crushed pistachios, rose petals, and candied ginger that let the cake be anything but boring. You almost wanted to keep one framed—especially the silver edible glitter, absolutely breathtaking.

Chan comes over first, taking a bite into his mouth to get the judging portion over with to talk to you, since Hole in One Doughnuts was still busy baking their mystery romance cake. “As always, I don’t think I’ll be able to live without your baking after this,” he flirts, his words implying something a little more than platonic. “Maybe you can bake for me outside this competition sometime?”

Your cheeks pinken, and you reply with the same coquettish tone, “Maybe. If we get first place,” you joke, laughing softly at his faux disapproving handshake.

“Speaking of your “we” situation, how are you doing?” he nods in Felix’s direction, eyeing the baker as he talks with Minho about something on the other side freshly pruned hedge that separates you. “I’m sure it hasn’t been the smoothest between you two.”

You scrunch your brows, a weird and confused look. “Oddly enough, he’s been really… pleasant these past two days. I think he’s either realized he’s been a jerk, or someone threatened him,” you say that last part as a joke, and thankfully Chan shares your lighthearted humor.

“Or he’s realized he should’ve never broken up with you,” he shrugs, and you have the feeling that he’s not joking—not for the most part. He waves his hands, “Just speculation, of course. Although, if I were him, that’s what I’d feel like right now.”

“You are such a flirt,” you snort, pushing his chest—maybe you feel how toned his chest is, but that’s not important. “Anyway, how long until the next round?”

He senses you want to change the subject, so he allows it, and answers you honestly, “About thirty minutes after this round. The same goes for the last round. Oh, and we won't be announcing winners today, but tomorrow after we sit with the other judges and come to an agreement.”

You nod, feeling anxious. How long could you two actually last in this situation? What if Felix suddenly decides he hates you again and you rip each other's throats out? Why that's what you thought of, you didn't know, but it was unpleasant at the least.

You and Chan chat for a bit longer, before the other team finishes and Felix is back at your side wearing a look that almost seems nervous. “… So you and Chan?”

You shrug. “I don't think it's like that. I think we're definitely flirting, but I don't think it's going further than that. I wouldn't want to be the ex of not only my boss, but also my competition judge.” You laugh at your own joke, Felix giving an awkward chuckle at the joke.

He never wanted to be in the same category as Chan in your eyes.

“So, since we have some time… can we talk now?” He asks, his voice deep and quiet, like if he was mumbling, except he pronounced every syllable clearly. You sigh, nodding, and he proceeds. “I never meant for things to get like… this. I just saw you crying the day after, and I panicked. I didn't want everyone knowing we had broken up, but they did know, and I snapped—at you. I shouldn't have ever done that.”

“Damn right,” you mutter. “The thing I never got was… why did you break up with me? Was it something I did? Or did you get tired of me?” Pain, both new and old, seeps into your voice in the form of tone cracks and soft speaking. “I think I deserve an explanation.”

He sweats. Even with his earlier conclusion, he didn't feel confident in telling you he was “just scared your relationship would only go downhill”. He knits his brows, the shadow they cast over his eyes making the light brown reflections of light even more prominent. “I thought… I just thought it was time to end it…” His sentences drag out oddly, as if he has more to say.

You nod, deciding that maybe that was a good enough reason for you. You light up with another question soon after, tapping the table absentmindedly as you continue your interrogation. “What made you want to make amends?”

His heart aches because he doesn’t know. It wasn’t like he had just started missing you out of nowhere, right? He didn’t even realize he was being a jerk until you pointed it out. His eyes trail over to the other team, and he sees Chan, which makes him feel sick. Maybe Chan wasn’t the entire reason he wanted to get you back, but he was certainly part of it. If you started liking, maybe even dating him, Felix couldn’t pretend like he was okay without you. He’d have to let you go completely.

But hadn’t he already done that?

Felix’s mind darts back to the first day, when he’d been reteaching you his mixing technique—how he’d held you and how close you two had been, how it made him feel. It was just like when you two would bake together as a couple.

No, he’d been holding onto you by a thread this entire time.

He needed to win you back before you were done with him for good—if you weren’t already. He needed to fix all his mistakes and, maybe, he’d get the chance to love you again.

He tries not to smile at the resolution, and it becomes easier after a second when he remembers you still thought he hated you, and you hated him. He had dug himself a six-foot deep hole, and now he had to climb out of it. Fantastic.

He notices your confused staring, which baffles him for a moment. Oh, right, you asked him a question. “I… I just realized how much of a jerk I’ve been, and I felt bad…” He lies through his teeth, scratching his neck nervously as he hopes you’ll believe him. “Again, I’m so sorry about all that.”

“Yeah… okay,” you mutter the last word, looking down as if you were thinking. Was he being genuine? Or was this so that you wouldn’t bail on him for the competition? If that was the case, he could stop, because you loved baking too much to throw in the towel this early in your life.

He frowns. You didn’t believe him, did you?

Your conversation is put on hold when Chan steps on stage, holding a small card in his hands to read off of. “I just want to say, you’ve both impressed me with your outstanding baking. But, we can’t choose a winner based on the one round, so we’ll be starting round two in fifteen minutes. To give you time to prepare, we’ve decided to tell you the next challenge.”

“The next round will be… different,” Yeji starts, a slight difference in her voice when she utters the last word. “You will be tied to your partner with one hand and will have to bake a summer theme pastry of your choice. Exciting, right?”

Hyunjin nods beside her. “You will be able to choose what side you’re tied on, but you will have to be tied at the wrists, no higher. Anyone caught slipping out of the binds will be disqualified immediately.”

You all nod, and you turn to Felix, less than excited to be attached at the wrists with him. “So, what side do you want?”

He almost does a double-take at your tone, upset at how it had gone from the slightly personal and almost casual timbre to the harsh and distant one you used now. He deserved it, he supposed, but it was still disappointing. “I want to be on your right, I’m awful with my left hand,” he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

You nod, “I know,” and the words make his heart flutter. At least you still remembered some little things about him, he muses. “So, I was thinking of making a strawberry tart, with toffee strawberries.”

Felix’s eyes launch to yours in recollection, “Like the one you made for our anniversary?” He says before he can stop himself, the words spilling from his lips naturally. He feels his stomach twist when your face drops, and curses himself for blurting that out. Why was he so awkward now? This wasn’t what he meant when he wanted to be a teenager again.

“Yeah, one of those. I think Mina attempted one with you last week, right?” you furrow your brows, irritated. You were contemplating forgiving him, and he just had to hit a sensitive spot, didn’t he?

You note how his face contorts into something you can’t quite put your finger on. Felix still baffled you, as he had for the past several months. This competition has only confused you further. What baffled you more was the prospect that perhaps, he had wanted you back, and maybe you wanted him too.

No, Felix can’t happen again, you reason with yourself, biting your cheek. As much as your heart yearned for him, it could never beat with him again. He’d hurt you too much, and even if you did decide to forgive him, you could never fall back into his hold. The risk of getting hurt again was too high. Never again…

Fifteen minutes fly by before you know it. Chan stands at the head of the park grounds again, broad-shouldered and beautiful, and you won’t lie, you may have stared a little longer than you should’ve. “The round starts now! Someone from your team will come to tie your hands together with a silk rope—so no excuses to get out of it.”

Minho comes over, smiling mischievously, “Ah, the lovebirds tied together by the red string of faith once more,” he jokes, waving the red silk rope before tying your wrists together. You shoot him a half-hearted glare and he brings his hands up in surrender. “I'm kidding, I'm kidding.”

And from then on it's just the two of you again.

The past three days had their fair shares of strange encounters with Felix, but today was taking the cake. Within the first five minutes, you and Felix had accidentally gotten into the famous “kabedon” pose, him gently hovering over you with his hands on either side of your face because you'd pulled him too hard towards the flour shelf. Now, five minutes later, you were half leaning on Felix, chin just above his forearm, as he cut the strawberries into slightly thick slices.

It wasn't a very compromising or affectionate position, but it had been a while since you were practically hanging off of Felix like that. You thought it was a good idea, so he'd have more room to move his arm, but after feeling the effects of being in such proximity with Felix, you decided it was a dumb thought in general. Damn him for being so beautiful up close.

Soon enough, he starts the next step, and you begin your own work, which proves much more difficult than you originally anticipated. The both of you are tugging in different directions, yanking each other away from their task as you both try to complete your own.

You decide to pull a little harder than either of you had before, pulling his wrist to your side of the table, happy with the result. Felix's face hardens, and no matter how many adorable freckles he has, he still manages to look threatening. Not that you can tell, though, because you're too busy working with flour to receive that dandy texture you're going for.

You’re so preoccupied, you don't notice that he's about to tug his arm and yours back to his side until he's done it. The movement startles you and causes you to drop your ball of dough into a bowl of sugar, and you glare at him. He shrugs and continues molding his own, hiding his playful smirk.

You remove the sugar–which wasn’t too hard since the dough was relatively dry and not sticky—and continue kneading your ball into the shape you want, then just as you finish, you bump your hip into him. He drops his, and you shrug, trying to suppress your giggles. “Hey, I’m just getting you back since you dropped mine.”

He pokes his cheek with his tongue, unable to help his smile as his eyes turn to crescents happily. He hasn’t seen you genuinely smile at him in what feels like years, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss it, or that it didn’t make his heart palpitate three times faster. “Fair enough,” he watches you for an extra second, taking in the moment. His ball is finally in the shape of a disk too now, and you help each other wrap them in saran wrap and plop them into the fridge.

You start on the filling, and Felix takes to sitting beside you, doing absolutely nothing, so you can pretend your wrists aren’t currently conjoined. He decides now is a good time to observe you, leaning on his free hand to watch your features adoringly. If anyone were to look at you two, they’d probably think you two were the sweetest couple ever–except you’re not a couple anymore, and nobody was watching you two for anything other than keeping an eye out for cheaters.

Felix gazes at you so lovingly, he can’t even believe there was a time when he looked at you with spite—even if it was only a few days ago. He starts softly, nervously, “You look good, y’know… I’m sorry I wasn’t a good boyfriend towards the end of it. You were amazing to me, and I just… wasn’t.”

You try to stay focused, only nodding at him and quickly muttering something along the lines of, “The past is the past,” trying to convince both yourself and him of the line. You two happened, and now it was over—that was just the way it was. Now, you just needed to get to a place where you didn’t wish it wasn’t over.

“Yeah…” but what if I don’t want it to be? The words linger on his tongue, but he doesn’t say them. No, what does come out of his mouth is, “but I feel bad. I shouldn’t have treated you like that, or been a complete a-hole after breaking your heart, it wasn’t fair to you.”

You sigh, dropping your whisk and staring straight into his sparkly, rich brown eyes–a mistake on your part. With a deep breath, you say, “Felix, it happened, and I’m over it. Let’s just be friends, and forget about it, yeah?” Not that you’d be forgetting any of it, really—you just didn’t want to keep talking about this with him. “Please stop bringing it up, so we can move on from it.”

He nods hesitantly, frowning a bit. He wanted you to forgive him, and to forgive him, you needed closure, right?

You start to boil the custard filling and forget Felix’s hand is stuck to yours, despite the weight, and fail to warn him when you turn on the flame. Luckily, Felix’s skin is semi-sensitive, and he jumps away from the heat before it can do any real damage–besides the ghostly-burning feeling that hangs around his knuckles.

Unluckily for you—Felix could argue this was pretty good luck for himself—he accidentally yanks you back to, your weight tumbling back into a bag of flour and towards the ground. Just before you can fall to the floor, your body freezes midair, and you dare to peek out of your screwed shut eyes.

Felix hovers over you, lips just above yours and eyes boring into your [E/C] ones, and you’re breathless. He glances from your eyes to your lips, and thinks about what it would be like to kiss them again, to kiss you again. He searches your features for something—you don’t know what, but you know his face when he’s looking for something—and blinks, breaking the long, far too romantic stare for ex-lovers. “Are you okay?” His voice is low, and despite the words, he doesn’t sound extra worried. He sounds like he’s got a heavy heart, or he’s contemplating something.

His gaze makes you feel a way you never thought you’d feel because of Felix ever again, and you find yourself breathless. “… I-I’m fine,” you barely get out, your eyes still stuck on his, and you hate that you have the urge to kiss him. To be held by him, loved by him, to be his again. You almost want to curse with how hard your heart is beating.

You stay like that until you accidentally inhale some flour and burst into a coughing fit. Felix stands you up, wiping the flour you accidentally dropped on him off his face. His heart beats hard and fast, and he’s sure that if you quieted down enough, you’d hear how it thumped in his chest, for you.

Neither of you realize you’ve locked hands until you finally regain your composure, going back to boil the custard when you make sure he’s not close to the flame or the pot. It’s quiet until the mixture is finally ready five minutes later, and you ask Felix to whip some egg yolk for you as you carefully spoon one cup of the filling into the yolk-filled bowl with one hand, mixing them thoroughly before moving them to a saucepan.

It simmers for a bit while Felix whisks it constantly to thicken it up a bit more. Then, like the true baker he is, he wipes a bit off the whisk and tries it, marveling at the flavor. “Damn, this is pretty good!” He grins at you, gesturing for you to try the mixture as well.

You nod, picking up a bit from the whisk and trying it, humming proudly in response. He smiles at you, and adds the butter and vanilla, and stir until the butter melts entirely. He pours it into a perfectly sized bowl, covers it in plastic wrap—to stop a skin from forming—and places it in the refrigerator.

“And now we wait,” you sigh, leaning against the sink with Felix at your side.

He takes his chance to admire you once again, “You have flour all over you,” he laughs. Wetting a rag, he brings it to your face, wiping your cheeks and forehead, before quickly running it down your face. He bursts out into chuckles at your faux angry pout, “There you go, all clean!”

“You’re a menace, Lee Felix,” you mutter, wiping your face off gently and throwing the towel onto his face. He catches it, laughing heartily, and throws it beside him, enjoying this moment with you.

You catch yourself grinning, your heart racing in the most enjoyable way possible until you will it to calm down. Felix didn’t feel that way anyway, and you couldn’t break your resolve. Still, you can’t help but enjoy the feeling of being at peace with Felix, smiling and laughing.

“So… I was wondering–” A loud ding interrupts him, which he decides is for the better, considering the idiotic question he almost asks. Do you think we could get coffee together, sometime? Yeah. That hadn't been a good idea.

You two pull out the cake trays, allowing them to cool in the cooling rack for a few minutes before placing them on your table. With a smile, you roll off the cling wrap and hand Felix the custard. “Time for the fun part. Here, take this and spread it over the crusts, while I cut some fresh strawberries.”

“I cut some earlier, though, why are you cutting more?” He quirks his brow, wondering if you had just forgotten.

You give him a look, one that’s almost mischievous, and he knows you have some sort of baker-trick up your sleeve. “You did, and by the time the judges get to them, they’ll be super sweet. But, we want to blow their minds, so I’m also going to have some fresh ones mixed in. It’ll give it variety in both taste and texture!” You cheer, slicing through the strawberries.

Felix smiles, his eyes unable to look away from your grinning lips and determined eyes as he glosses the crusts with the filling. It had been so long—too long—since he’d been able to bake with you peacefully. How could he ever think to break up with you?

You both carefully line the strawberries up in a spiral motion on each tart, being sure to mix between the room temperature and fresh berries throughout the process. Then, you pull out a small jar, filled with an almost clear yet foggy liquid with a slight brown tint.

At first, your ex-boyfriend is beyond confused, and not just because it looked like piss. Then, a lightbulb goes off in his head and he understands the mystery liquid. Sugar-water syrup, made of both ordinary white sugar and brown sugar that had been mixed with water to form a syrup of the sort. “You baking genius,” he remarks, wide-eyed. He never would’ve thought of that.

You drizzle it artistically over your tart, then hand it to Felix. “I really am, huh?” you laugh, sprinkling the tiniest bit of salt to counter the natural bitterness in the crust while amplifying the best flavors. Then, like the professional you are, you dip your finger into the now useless bowl of custard, humming in delight as you sprinkle crushed pistachios over the delicacy. “And we’re done!”

You call over Hyunjin, urging him to try your tart, and he groans at the flavor. “You are quite possibly the most wife-material person I’ve ever met. I might have to slide you my number after this,” he jokes lightheartedly, and you laugh because no part of your little friendship was romantic at all.

“With that face and that attitude, I might have to slip you mine,” you laugh back, and he gives you an eye smile before happily trying Felix’s. Then Chan comes along, dimples and all, as he beams at you. “If it isn’t my favorite judge.”

Hyunjin throws an offended “Hey!” over his shoulder, which makes Chan shake softly in laughter. “And my favorite baker. Tell me, what do we have here?”

“Strawberry tarts, perfect for summer because of its cool temperature, and sweet flavor. Plus, I gave it a bit of a kick,” you boast your baking, proud of the response you’ve given and the one you received from Hyunjin earlier. “Tell me how you like it.”

Chan takes a large slice and bites nearly half of the slice off in one go. “Wow, this somehow tastes exactly like summer. Chan wants more.”

You cut another slice, and giggle at him, “So Chan speaks in the third person when he’s hungry, hm? Cute.”

He nods, taking another monstrous bite as he hops over to Felix, taking note of the slight glare the younger boy gives him. Yeji comes to your stand next, loving your food as she whispers that she’ll definitely vote for your victory. Oh, you have this competition in the bag.

Your competitors finish quickly after with a blueberry pie, which you’re sure is less than refreshing for a summer recipe.

Yeji gets up on stage, reading from a card as she gives that bright, show-biz beam. “Both teams have impressed us greatly, and it’s going to be a tough decision. Thankfully, we have one more round to decide the two bakery’s fates.”

“Like one of the first rounds, you will be making a signature dish,” Hyunjin stands beside her, tall and confident, “but, you will be recreating the signature dish your opponent made that round instead of picking your own.”

Chan is the last to step up. “Since you will be recreating these dishes, we are giving you the same amount of time the original bakers had in the first round. In other words, you have an hour and a half. Your teammates will bring you a card with the dish, plus the standard recipe, in a few minutes. When the buzzer goes off, the round begins.”

A few minutes was an overstatement, because Jisung and Jeongin rush over to you in what feels like seconds, shoving the recipe cards into your hands and running off. You glance at them, a carrot cake and a tuxedo cream dessert. Simple enough, you hope.

The buzzer rings loudly, and the final round begins.

“Okay, you take the tuxedo thing, and I’ll handle the carrot cake. Got it?” Felix orders, already pulling you towards the ingredients, sounding both stern and pumped. You don’t mean to, but your mind thinks about how attractive Felix is, covered in flour and all concentrated–probably because this was how you usually saw him while you were dating, and it was just messing with your heart again. He waves his hand in front of your eyes, waking you up to confirm the plan. “Are you cool with that plan?”

“Uh—yeah, totally!” You reply stiffly, rushing to hastily grab the ingredients, and you don’t notice how nobody dares to get too close to you. Felix was a great bodyguard, it seems.

You rush back to the table, your mini hand-held cart stocked with your ingredients, Felix trailing not far behind. You both unpack the carts and don’t dare to waste your baking time—mostly because you’re not too great at carrot cakes, and Felix had barely even heard of a tuxedo cream dessert.

Before you know it (aka fifteen minutes later), you've finished the cake part, and you slide the pan into the oven to bake for the next 40 minutes. As you start on the icing, you mix cream, butter, and cream cheese into a blender, then drop in the perfect amount of powdered sugar and blend it.

It would be delicious, sure, but would it win you the competition? After all, you were just making a simple carrot cake at this point–nothing special to guarantee that top spot. Naturally, you turn to the nearest person for their opinion, except that person is usually Minho or Changbin, and right now it’s Felix.

You tap him nervously, and blurt your question before you have the chance to back out of it, “How do you think I can make the cake special? I don’t want to be the reason we lose,” flushing red when you finish because you’ve become so vulnerable you actually care for Felix’s opinion.

He taps his cheek, then smiles. “I ate at their bakery once, and I remember they had some brown sugar in everything. So try that,” he thinks for a moment more, before raising his finger, “Drained pineapple and cinnamon are part of some recipes too!”

You bow slightly in gratitude, thanking him and moving to turn around when his hand comes to your hair. “Besides, there’s no way we’d ever lose because of you. You’re the best baker around, right?”

You flush, because Felix hasn’t complimented you like that since you started dating, and the sparkle in his eye makes your heart stop most amazingly. You nod, saying something like, “Duh!” in response, before you focus on your project.

Felix has never made a tuxedo cream dessert, and right now he wishes he were at home in his bed, clean and in fresh pajamas instead of sweating flour in a sticky apron. Still, even with his discomfort, being with you in a happy environment is enough to keep him persevering–he wanted first prize too, of course.

His boring wait is finally over after twenty minutes of allowing his gelatin creation to refrigerate. In a small saucepan, he brings one cup of cream and sugar to a simmer in the gelatin mixture, stirring it to help it dissolve nicely. When it does, he adds vanilla and some cream he prepared earlier in the round, mixing them beautifully before spooning in a chocolate layer.

Then it’s back to the refrigerator for the majority of the round as he works on blending purée strawberries with sugar and brown sugar, using the tip he gave you to spice up his work a bit. He’ll also be adding whip cream later, so he���s confident in your team.

With the spare time, he thinks about how he wants to change your current relationship. It was cool that you two were friends again, but he’s rapidly learning that he doesn’t want to be just friends with you again. He had already gone down this road back in his shy days of avoiding asking you out, and he wasn’t getting stuck in the friendzone because of his cowardice.

But, is he ready to move forward with you again?

And more importantly, are you?

What if you didn’t really love him anymore, and you just said that to Chan because of the moment? What if you just rejected him for the jerk he’d been? What if–

He stops his thoughts, because this was exactly how he used to coax himself out of confessing. He’d give all the (bad) outcomes, and decide he had no chance, and your love was once again postponed. If he asked for another chance, and you said no, he didn’t have much to lose other than his pride and dignity—though, after his behavior, he didn’t have much of either left.

It’s almost jarring how quickly the last round seems to go by because you recall the first had felt at least a good thirty minutes longer, but a perfect hour and a half after the first blaring, the buzzer goes off once more.

You and Felix manage to finish just in time, but you two aren’t nervous because Hole in One Doughnuts seems to have barely finished your three recipes.

They judge the rookies first, building up your anticipation and nerves when you see the team smile. Then, the judges come your way, asking about the recipe, and how you both managed to get such a killer flavor when cooking the other team’s dishes and adding your own flair.

Chan leans towards your face, rubbing your cheek. “Seriously, I think I’ll have to marry you if it means I get to eat this good,” he flirts, then backs off, hands raised in surrender at Felix’s glare. “Don’t worry, Sprinkles, I’m not trying to steal your partner.”

You snicker at the nickname to hide your flusteredness, but you can’t help but feel a sense of pride wash over you at the thought of Felix still caring for you as you did him. It didn’t matter if he did—obviously… right? You were just… curious. Note the uncertainty in your inner statements. Please.

“As we announced earlier, we will be giving the final verdicts tomorrow. For now, please feel free to pack up and head home for the day! Thank you all for coming, and remember, you may interact with the bakers, but you are not allowed to crowd them, or you’ll be escorted off the premises. Have a great day,” Chan states sternly, before switching to English and using his thick Australian accent to translate for himself.

He hops off the stage not long after, heading to you with his buff arms and charming smiles. You grin too, cleaning hurriedly. “Hey Chan, how’s the best judge ever doing?” You say, using a tone that lets him know what you’re getting at.

“It almost hurts that you’re buttering me up, just to win,” he chuckles, lifting one of the heavy boxes as you two fall into conversation as if Felix isn’t even there. This must’ve been what it was like to be stuck in a room with him and Mina. “Anyway, we don’t know yet either. We have to discuss it, so you’ll just have to wait like everyone else.”

You pout at him, handing him another heavy box to put in the truck. “Eh, it was worth a shot.”

Before you can put another box into Chan’s beautifully toned arms, Felix appears in front of you, taking the heavy container and putting it into the truck with faux ease. He wanted to appear as if he could do what Chan could effortlessly, even if it took a lot of effort in reality. “I’m sure we’ll win, [Y/N].”

You shudder at how rich and smooth his voice is, and you’re reminded of how it was so easy to fall in love with. Recovering quickly, you nod, stuffing another box closed and placing it in Felix’s arms—he practically lifted it off the table—and smiles. “Yeah, I mean, the bakery had a great run this year.”

The younger boy tries to hide his disappointment—he meant that you two would win because you were a great pair, not because the bakery just had talented bakers—and thankfully, he succeeds. With a nod, his eyes become sideways moons. “Yep, so it doesn’t matter how much you bribe Mr. Bang over here.”

Chan rolls his eyes and gives you a look that says, “Is he serious right now?” as you two watch Felix use all his mighty strength to just barely get the last box into the truck. You nod, barely concealing your giggles when he turns around. Chan stares at you for a moment, before he finally decides, “Hey, can I talk to you privately for a moment?”

You nod, opening your mouth to say yes, when Felix suddenly revs the truck, “Hey, we really have to get going.”

You sigh, hugging Chan and giving him an apologetic smile as to say, “Next time”, though he knows that was his shot and he failed to shoot it. “See you tomorrow, Chan!” you throw over your shoulder as you jog to the passenger side, climbing in.

Felix sits there awkwardly, chewing his cheek as he contemplates his words. With a deep, scared breath, he starts, “He was going to ask you out.”

You stare at him, “No he wasn’t, Chan and I are just friends,” you argue, eyebrows furrowed. Chan wasn’t into you that way, right? Besides, why was Felix so concerned?

Felix nods his head, “He was. I know when a guy’s going to ask a girl out. It was obvious with how he looked at you,” like I used to, he finishes his sentence in his head, sighing audibly. “He likes you.”

You shake your head. “No, he doesn’t.”

Felix shrugs, then turns to meet your eyes. “If he did ask you out, would you have said yes?”

The mood you two had going on earlier, light and fluffy–like a cloud–had disappeared, instead replaced with this fog of seriousness that made both of you feel unsettled.

You search Felix’s face, as he does yours, and you wonder how you forgot how his freckles looked like stars on his cheeks with imaginary constellations. Looking from one of his eyes to the other, you shake your head. “No.”

Felix can’t help the smile that ghosts over his face, and his eyes are so much brighter and filled with that emotion you hadn’t felt from him in so long.

“Why?” Now it’s your turn to ask the questions, except the air around you isn’t as suffocating anymore. “Why don’t you want me to go out with Chan?”

He holds in his breath, eyes slowly dropping from yours to your nose, chin, then his lap–his head falling a bit as well. He obviously knows why, it’s so blatant that he’s almost completely sure you know why too, the innocent and curious look in your optics the only thing telling him otherwise. “Because I-I…” He doesn’t get the words out and changes his answer. Maybe he wasn’t as ready as he thought. “I just don’t think he’s a good fit for you.”

You scoff. “You don’t get to have an opinion on that, Felix,” you remind him. What was up with him thinking he had any sort of authority over your relationship?

He starts the car, turning up the radio to a low pop song. He wants to ease the mood, make you laugh, or smile. He wants to say he still loves you. So he cracks a joke, “What does the baking soda say when he gets sad?” He waits for your confused shrug. “I'm sodapressed.”

You can’t help the snort you let out from suppressing your laughter. Felix feels thankful for the cheesy joke website he stumbled across a few days ago, because it allowed him to make you glow. “Jeez, that was so corny.”

“I’m just trying my best to make you loaf,” he says so smoothly that you don’t realize he’s made yet another pun until you think about his words, covering your mouth to hide your giggling fit. You weren’t one for cheesy jokes, but they were funny sometimes. “Hey, don’t cover your mouth, you’re pretty when you smile.”

He doesn’t realize what he said, focused too much on driving, but you do. It’s not the first time he’d told you those words, and you get the same fluttery feeling in your heart.

“Hey, don’t cover your mouth, you’re pretty when you smile.” He moved your palm down from your face. You were in your senior year of high school, and he had yet to ask you out.

You had flushed, giggling girlishly at his action. You had gotten used to covering your mouth because you were self-conscious about your smile, but Felix made that all melt away.

“There’s that beautiful smile!”

He asked you out later that day.

You had arrived at the bakery earlier than usual, taking the orders of the regulars. It had been a while since you’d worked an early shift–you weren’t even completely sure you were allowed to, but you’d missed it.

Minho arrives a quarter of an hour after you, pleased to see you, you assume from how he grins at you. “Nice to see you here early. Unless you’re working extra because of that polka-dotted ex of yours.” You can tell he’s still joking, so you laugh.

“Nope, I’m here of my own free will!” You grin, before thinking, “Actually, I don’t think he’s here yet.”

Minho nods as if that explains the bakery’s peace.

Not long after, Felix arrives, confused at the sight of you in your apron. You immediately freeze—forgetting about your mended relationship, your fight, or flight response activating because of the environment. It's almost as if you thought he'd just snap the moment he was in the bakery with you—but then again, that was the only way you'd seen him at the bakery for months now.

Felix notices your stiff behavior and drooping head, trying to make your hair cover your face as you continue working. So he does the most logical thing in his opinion—walking up to you to say hi.

“Hey [Y/N], good morning!” He smiles, hand on your head, gently petting your hair. He senses your uncertainty, and frowns, “I'm not mad, and you're not in trouble… I'm not like that anymore.” Read: I'm not a jerk who tries to deny his love for you anymore.

Your shoulders relax a bit, and you girl your head up to meet his eyes, your nerves disappearing when he smiles genuinely at you. “Yeah… right,” you chuckle, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Usually, Felix would just head to his office, work on some paperwork or bake in the back, but today he decides to mix it up. Today, he decides to change into his apron, and join you at the front, placing out cupcakes and muffins in the displays. He stays beside you, helping you take orders and giving you those shy, blushing smiles you hadn’t seen since before he asked you out.

Calm down, heart!

Of course, it doesn’t listen to you, continuing to palpitate double-time every time Felix looks at you.

You two keep that positive attitude, up until there are less than ten minutes before you all have to leave for the park, and Jeongin’s nowhere to be seen. Still, you know he’ll be there on time, so you don’t worry too much, at least not about that. Instead, you worry about after this competition. Would Felix go back to being a jerk once it was over? Would he hate you if you lost?

You’re stressing, hanging around, waiting for Jeongin to hurry up and arrive. Of course, you’re calmer than Felix, who’s yelling into his phone, enraged. His freckles are almost red with how furious he is.

“You have five minutes, or I swear, I don’t care how much our friendship means, I’m firing you!” He growls, and if it wasn’t so threatening and downright terrifying, it would be so damn attractive. “Don’t you dare disappoint me, Jeongin.”

He roughly clicks off the phone, slamming it down onto the truck hood. He runs his hand through his soft locks, tugging at them in hopes to relieve some stress—to no avail. When his eyes droop closed, only then do you realize how the circles under his eyes are darker than usual, and the color in his cheeks isn’t as golden as it usually is. Was he sick? Sleep-deprived?

You can’t help it when you shuffle over to him, “Hey, he’ll be here, don’t worry,” your soft, quiet voice trying to give him the reassurance you knew he needed.

He stares down at you in awe, and he hopes you can’t hear his heart pummeling in his chest. His eyebrows relax, their harsh arch disappearing under your gaze, and his scowl fades, instead replaced with wide eyes and barely parted lips. You’re so close to him, looking at him with those big, sparkly eyes of yours, and he thinks maybe Jeongin running late and getting pissed to the point his ears had turned red, might’ve been good luck in disguise.

He releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding, he nods, holding back his smile at the way you look concerned for him. How was he ever able to let you go? “Yeah, I know… Thanks.” He grins softly, flushing under your gaze.

You pat his shoulder gently, nodding. “Relax then,” you laugh, sensing his stiffness. He chuckles, and releases his tense shoulders, “There we go.”

He thinks, maybe now is a good time to pop the question. You’re both in good moods, and you seem to be giving him positive attention, those were good signs, right? He goes for it, taking a deep, shy breath before starting, “Hey, [Y/N]—” but starting is all he’s able to do, before he’s interrupted.

“I’m here! I’m on time!” The fox-like boy yells, out of breath and sweaty as he arrives. Ironically, the freckled baker thinks his timing is horrible, despite being there in two minutes out of the allotted five.

The shorter brunet nods disappointedly, “Fantastic. Everyone on board, we have less than twenty minutes to arrive on time. Otherwise, we lose by default.”

At that, everyone gets into their respective vehicles (trucks, cars, Han’s bike), and heads to the park. The ride is faster, Felix driving as fast as possible within legal limits, and you can’t help but think about how adorable he looks, concentrated seriously and dressed in a soft off-white apron with “Yellow Wood Cafékery” printed on it in yellow-brown vinyl. You’d never seen someone look both intimidating and sweet at the same time.

You two come to a red light, and Felix builds up his courage once more, pink cheeks and shaky voice in all, “So I was wonde—”

You slap his shoulder rapidly, “Hey, green light! Drive!” unaware of what he was about to ask you. Maybe that bit of luck he had earlier with you was the last of his supply. He sighs, stepping on the pedal and refocusing on the road, deciding his confession could wait.

It’s not more than five minutes when you two arrive, the others trailing behind you. There’s no time to waste as you rush up to the crickety, old stage, standing side by side with Felix, Han, Changbin, Jeongin, and Minho, the other bakery across from you. This was it, you’d finally know who won this year’s competition.

Hands interlocked, you all stand side-by-side, and you try not to think about how Felix’s fingers are almost interlocked with yours. Instead, you focus your attention on Chan and his beautiful bare face that you’re seeing for the first time. How could someone look so stunning without makeup on?

Chan feels your gaze and turns back to wink at you—a gesture that you’re accustomed to by now with how often he does it—-and smiles. He waits for you to give him one back, and once you do, he faces the front of the stage once more, taking his microphone simultaneously as the other two judges.

“Welcome back Bakers and our esteemed audience! Our annual competition has finally come to the end of this year’s season. We started with five bakeries, and cut it down to our two finalists. Give it up for Hole in One Doughnuts—this year’s extra-talented rookies—and Yellow Wood—our always surprising returning competitors,” Yeji announces animatedly, her smile radiating off the stage so brightly the front row can barely see.

Chan lifts his mic to his lips next, “After hours of comparison, contemplation, and decision-making, we’ve finally come to an agreement. But,” he pauses, “Before we get to that, we’d like to give a few observations we made throughout this past week.”

He turns to the other team first, greeting them quickly before starting his evaluation, “I don’t think any of us were expecting rookies in the top two, but you all surprised us. We’re glad to see how far you’ve come, and wish you the best of luck after this competition, with the hopes that we helped get your names out there a little more.”

They all nod, and you honestly hope they win for a few seconds. Then they all bow to Chan, thanking him for his kind words, and it’s Yellow Wood’s turn.

You feel a slight pressure on your hand, and you realize Felix is trying to reassure you, and that you had started to fidget with his fingers subconsciously out of nervousness. You squeeze him back, signaling something between “I’m fine” and “thank you”.

Chan steps in front of you, giving you his perfect eye smile that makes you wish you could fall in love with him. Unfortunately, he’s just too good to be true, and your heart seems to know that, as you don’t feel anything more than a slight crush for him. “Yellow Wood Cafékery has always been regarded as unique for its food and concepts, and it’s proved itself worthy of the good words once again. We hope we get to see you for a long time, inside and out of the competition.”

You all bow in thanks, and watch as Yeji passes Hyunjin the “Letter of Truth”. He opens it gracefully, staring happily at the words, “We are happy to announce that Yellow Wood has won once again, and will be receiving this year’s check of twenty-thousand dollars, as well as complimentary kitchenware, and an article about their win in the newspaper. As our second-place winners, Hole in One Doughnuts…”

You don’t hear the rest over the cheering crowd and your overjoyed teammates as you all jump around, hugging each other in glee. Say goodbye to the creaky bathroom floorboards and hello to the check bonus you always get after a win. You’re so caught up in the moment that it's only after he spins you around twice and hugs you to his chest that you realize Felix has separated from your group slightly.

His chest heaves from the exertion of spinning you in the air, and he’s too happy to care. “We won! If it weren’t for you, we couldn’t have done this. I’m so happy I could kiss you!” He beams, unable to hold in his pure feelings of love and happiness.

You freeze up in his arms, suddenly noticing how close you two truly are and how Felix seems to be leaning in. Closer and closer…

… Until he’s stopped for what feels like the millionth time today by your coworkers, who run to tackle you two in a tight bear-hug.

You can’t get how his lips were practically centimeters from each other out of your head, though. You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t go back down this road with Felix, but you wanted to, so, so badly. You wanted to push Han’s shoulders out of your way and pull those freckled cheeks to yours and just love Felix again.

But you don’t. You just watch him laugh and smile in accomplishment with expressions you know you’re making as well. You’d all worked so hard, and what better reward than it all paying off in the end?

Changbin whoops chaotically, barely catching his breath as he struggles to get his words out, “Do… D’you guys… wanna… eat out tonight…? I’m paying…!” all of you laughing at his lack of air in unison. Of course, none of you are about to turn down free food, especially because you all knew that Changbin was practically loaded.

——

Two hours later, you’ve all changed into more comfortable and presentable clothes. You all decide to carpool into two cars, Changbin with Minho and Jeongin, and Han driving you and Felix.

Felix feels his heart leap out his chest when he pulls up to your apartment complex, the familiar setting giving him butterflies. It gets even worse for him as you descend the stairs, jogging to the curb, dressed in your almost skinny jeans and a cropped t-shirt that fit you perfectly.

“Hi…” He flushes, breathless. You're not in anything fancy, but it had been so long since he'd seen you dressed casually with your hair and makeup done that he's completely enamored at the sight of you.

Jisung snickers in the back at Felix's pink cheeks, “Wow Felix, I haven't seen you look so flustered in a long time!” The boy's faux innocent tone eliciting a hearty giggle from you and a glare from Felix. “Hi [Y/N]!”

“Hey guys,” you smile, sliding into the passenger seat comfortably. You mentally thank Jeongin for giving it up, so you could sit in it. You may or may not check Felix out as well, wondering when he decided to get so toned that you could almost see his abs through his t-shirt.

Felix smiles as he notices you looking him up and down, deciding that if nothing else, you at least had some appreciation for his looks. “You ready to go?” and with a nod from you, Han revs the engine, taking off toward the restaurant,

Although everything is so different right now, he can’t help but remember your first date—before he had a car and his mom drove you both around. Your first date had been nothing extravagant; just a simple diner and worn-out jeans, but as two broke high school students, you thought it was the best. He remembers how you were too shy to hold his hand during the free screening of “Grease” at the park. If he could only turn back time…

Clearing the thoughts from his mind, he shakes his head. He can’t turn back time, so there’s no use in thinking like that. What he can do, however, is ask you for a second chance. He just hopes you’ll say yes.

You never really realized how loaded Changbin must be until you pull up to a Michelin-star rated restaurant and the men at the front are valet drivers. Why was he working at a bakery when he could afford this without breaking a sweat? “Wow, this place is… flashy. But, like, in all the right ways. I feel like I’m in a palace or something,” you gush, eyes sparkling at the intricately designed white walls and live classical orchestra.

Felix nods beside you, “Yeah, I think I’m underdressed,” he jokes, running a hand through his hair. A receptionist approaches you shortly, and he gives her the name of the hour, “Seo Changbin, party of six,” his voice smooth and deep, but you can hear the slight discomfort you associate with feeling almost out of place in this luxurious place. The lady nods, checking her list and guiding you all to an empty table by the windows, but not before sending Felix a more than friendly wink.

You shake your head at her not-so-subtle flirting, but seat yourself anyway. You were not going to get worked up over Felix, and you were not going to let the waitress’s flirting ruin your night.

The table has a gold chain chandelier you’re sure costs no less than four-thousand dollars on its own. The table itself is decorated from the legs up with intricate wood carvings and subtle marks of a metallic sheen, giving it a unique look of both metal and dark sepia wood. While the table-top is glazed in resin, an enhanced wooden pattern showing through the clear substance.

You look through one of the menus, gulping at the prices, before remembering that this won’t even dent Changbin’s wallet and ordering what your heart desires. You’d baked so much, it felt way too good for someone else to be cooking for you for a change. It’s only when you hear a familiar “Hey, [Y/N]!” that you tear your eyes from the pricey and absolutely gorgeous gourmet food.

“Chan? Hey! What’re you doing here?” Missing the way Felix’s expression drops at the other Australian’s arrival, you jump out of your seat. Of course, Chan just had to be here too, he thinks. You’re rather excited to see him, though, tugging him to sit with you.

The male chuckles and takes a seat beside you, waving at both Felix and Jeongin before answering, “The other judges and I always eat here after the competition. They’re just taking a while to get out of the car. Something about needing a better hair part or something,” and that makes you snort in utter amusement. “I didn’t expect to see you guys here, though. I mean, this place is super expensive.”

You nod, “We know. Luckily, we have a pretty rich friend treating us all to dinner tonight.”

Chan nods in understanding, about to leave when you stop him, “Do you guys want to join us? We have a few extra seats with your names on them.”

Please say no, please say no, please say no… The younger man’s thoughts yell. He had a foolproof plan, and now that Chan was here, he might as well toss it down the drain. Now Chan had the chance to ask you out, and Felix couldn’t stop him.

Despite his desperate pleas, the judge shrugs, and nods while muttering something along the lines of, “Sure, why not?”

Because I don’t want you flirting with the love of my life right beside me, Felix growls mentally. He backtracks for a second and scowls at the slightly shorter Australian when he realizes just how much he still loved you. If only he had better timing and had never left you, you’d be kissing him lovingly or holding his hand right in front of Chan’s annoyingly handsome face.

Regardless of his mental begging, Chan stays seated beside you, falling into conversation with you so easily that Felix is almost jealous. But, he wants to show you only his positive sides and tries to ignore it, playing a game on his phone instead to distract him. He doesn’t even notice Changbin’s arrival until they’re sitting in front of him and ordering. “Oh, I didn’t see you guys come in. Are you sure this is where we want to eat?”

They nod, your less than rich friends sending him silent death stares—they didn’t want to miss out on the chance to eat food they were otherwise unable to afford. “Yeah, I’m sure. Why? Do you not like it here?”

It’s only when Felix realizes that Yeji and Hyunjin are there too that he knows he’s not getting out of this situation—the situation being you stuck in a conversation with Chan that would likely last the entire night. He sighs, “No, this place looks great. I was just making sure.”

A Michelin-star restaurant was quite the experience, to say the least. Your drinks were constantly filled, and your plates were made to perfection in both taste and presentation. You were almost positive they had robot chefs at this point. “Wow, this is amazing!” You cheer, mouth stuffed full of naengmyeon, humming at the taste.

Felix beams at your happy expression, and for once, he doesn’t feel threatened or insecure around you, or anyone else for that matter. He doesn’t care that Chan stares at you the same way he does, or that you’re laughing with the others. All he feels is complete euphoria with just being around you—and he looks down at his lap, still grinning to himself.

And the dinner continues like that, light-hearted and friendly… until Hyunjin gets the bright idea to play truth or dare.

Now, you’d originally said no because who wants to play that childish game, right? Unfortunately, your entire table was curious about everyone’s darkest secrets and how far each other would go to complete a dumb dare. Who knew all your friends were fifth graders?

“… I dare Changbin to throw this dinner roll into that woman’s purse,” Jeongin snickers, pointing to a random, unsuspecting old woman’s fancy purse.

Changbin shrugs his shoulders, picking up a roll, aiming, and tossing it into her bag perfectly. With a proud smirk, he turns to you, “[Y/N], truth or dare?”

You freeze up, not only surprised he chose you, but startled because you were hoping to stay out of the game for longer than three rounds. preferring not to get kicked out of the restaurant, you settle with truth. “Truth.”

His eyes dart to Minho’s for a split second, but you catch it and quirk your brow, about to interrogate him when he stops you. “Are you in love with anyone?” The table erupts in a chorus of oohs, and you flush. So that’s why he looked at Minho—that punk. You shake your head no, but nobody believes your low-effort lie. “Ah ah ah, you chose truth, don’t lie to us.”

You glare at the second eldests, and sigh, nodding, “I am.”

Jisung pipes up, and you’re almost sure that your coworkers were born solely to be the banes of your existence, “With who?”

Your eyes instinctively glance at Felix, and you curse them for that when you hear Han and Changbin make sounds of realization, while the rest of your table stares at you expectantly. You shift uncomfortably, stammering, not ready to reveal your feelings, “Uh… um…”

“C’mon [Y/N], it’s not like we’ll make fun of you,” Minho pushes, his sly smirk making you wish you were anywhere else because you just know he knows. “Is it—”

“You already asked her a question,” Felix blurts, but his deep voice masks the awkward tone it carries. He clears his throat, “Changbin already asked her a question, she answered. It’s her turn to ask now.”

You secretly thank him, because you didn’t know what you would do had Minho finished. You could practically hear him taunting you with Felix’s name. Even if now was a good time to get revenge on one of your annoying, pain-in-the-behind friends, you’re tired of their childish antics and you’d be damned if you weren’t beginning to miss your bed. “Actually guys, I think I’m gonna head out. I’ll see you all at the baker tomorrow.”

They all frown, hugging you goodbye—save for Chan, Felix, Hyunjin, and Jeongin—and wishing you a safe trip. Felix can’t help but think it’s his fault you're leaving as his eyes trail after your figure. He doesn���t even notice Han’s curious voice talking to him until they wave a hand in front of his face, “Truth or dare?”

He barely mumbles truth, his vision still trained on your slowly fading shadow around the corner, and doesn’t hear the question as he grabs his jacket, throws down a few bills, and heads out after you. He does, however, hear the table’s wolf whistles that make him flush.

He jogs after you, sighing in relief when he sees that you’re okay, and offers his jacket to you. You jump, startled, a hand on your chest and the other in a fist, ready to square up with whoever wanted to try you. “Felix! You scared the crap out of me!”

His resonant laugh fills the cool air around you, and he motions the jacket towards you once more. “Aren’t you cold? Your sleeves are pretty short,” he urges, unfolding the article and placing it gently over your shoulders.

You pick at your nails, nodding, hoping your cheeks aren’t as red as they are warm, “Thanks, but what are you doing out here? Why aren’t you in the restaurant?” confusion overtaking your tone as you stroll beside him. You almost forgot how tall Felix looked beside you.

He shrugs his shoulders, lacing his arms behind his head in a carefree way, unintentionally flexing his gorgeous arms you had yet the pleasure of staring at. “I wanted to walk you home,” he says honestly, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “It’s fine if I do, right?”

Arms crossing to hold his jacket tighter on your shoulders as you enjoy the warmth and shyly bask in his scent, you nod a bit too quickly. It was almost like you two were together again. You let out a gusty bit of air, loosening your hold a bit, your gentle smile waning at the recollection that you two aren’t close friends, lovers, or anything besides exes who came to a recent truce, and you remind yourself of your “No More Felix” resolution—meaning no more Felix romantically, of course.

You stare at the concrete under your shoes, kicking rocks as you walk atop it. “Hey Felix, what did you pick in there?”

“Hm?”

“I heard Han ask you truth or dare, what did you pick?” you clarify, biting the inside of your cheek as you peer up at him, scanning his face for something.

He thinks for a moment and snaps his fingers when he remembers his half-conscious response, “Truth. Why?”

“What did they ask you?”

“I don’t know,” he studies your expression, puzzled by your sudden interest in the game he recalled you saying was “immature and dramatic” once while you two were dating in college. “Do you want to ask me something?”

You nod. “Why did we break up? I know you answered this before but… that was a lie, right?” Is that genuine hope in your voice, in your eyes? What are you hoping for? He wonders if his answer will let him know.

He sighs, smacking his throat with his palm whilst clearing it. “I…” he trails off, eyes directed at the sky as his mind turns up empty because, in truth, he had no idea. He’d never thoroughly thought about why before, always giving half-baked answers and chalking it up to the most common reasons, but none of them were true.

Despite the bumps and difficulties, everything was still just as good as it was when you two started dating. So then, why had he done it?

He sucks in a breath, searching every inch of his brain until the rumors come back up. He never paid them too much attention because he knew they weren’t true, but something about them tugged at his chest in an extremely uncomfortable way.

Most of them had surrounded him and Mina, some bakers suggesting that he had either left you for her, or that he was going behind your back. And while they were untrue, they always made him question your relationship—or more accurately, question whether you were still confident in him. He always had the nagging feeling that you believed part of the rumors, that you had less trust in him than when they first arose, and one day he snapped when he heard a new one.

Someone had been whispering about you and one of the baristas being into each other, and that you were only holding back because you were loyal to Felix, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

No matter how hard he tried to forget, not to think about it and told himself it was just gossip, he couldn’t get any of it out of his mind. This… insecurity of his was deeply rooted in him from the start, and he concluded that ending your relationship would be better than being surrounded by tidbits and scandals.

You sigh loudly, kicking a stone into the storm drain beside you, “You don’t have to answer. I mean, you saved me from answering back there, so you have no obligations to.”

He pulls himself out of his thoughts, watching the ground with shiny eyes—the guilt and anxiety from his assessment bringing up bottled and buried emotions. He swallows deeply, “Let’s make a deal. If I answer your question, I get to ask you something. Deal?”

You stop walking, still in your spot a few steps ahead of where his feet were grounded firmly on the sidewalk, hands tucked in his pockets and eyes fixed on you. You nod slowly, your curiosity outweighing whatever he may ask, “Deal.”

“I broke up with you because of the rumors,” he starts, fingers pulling at the loose threads inside his jeans. “I thought that maybe you didn’t trust me anymore because of them—or that you wouldn’t eventually. And there was one about you and some guy, and I just broke. I knew none of them were true, but I thought that maybe it would be easier to end it all by ending us… Long story short, I was insecure about where we stood with each other.” He finally finishes, sounding almost mournful. He wipes his eyes, drying them before a tear has a chance to slip out, and breathes in a calming way.

You nod, knowing that it was no longer a mystery to you why your first love broke your heart. You take a small step towards him, rubbing your hands over your arms from the chilly breeze that gushes over you. “You know I never doubted you or us for a second, right? The rumors bugged me too, but I knew they were just lies someone made up.”

He nods, smiling bitter-sweetly because he’s both enthralled by the way you stare at him and humiliated to admit why he ruined the best thing he ever had. With a sniffle, he starts again, “I know, thanks.”

“So, what did you want to ask me?” you wonder out loud, restarting your relaxed trek to your not too far apartment.

He prepares himself and opens his mouth to ask when a car skirts by, honking loudly as to warn you that he may accidentally steer off the road—and considering his pace, you both jump back, Felix shielding your body beneath his without a second thought. When the engine’s loud roaring finally fades out, you two separate, chests thumping from exhilaration.

You hold your hands to your chest, right above your heart, and let out a loud breath, laughing, “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Can you repeat your question?” adrenaline still pumping through your veins as you grin and huff, all but excited from your close encounter. Call yourself crazy, but hearing someone speed by you with their music blasting was one way to get your heart pumping.

Felix shakes his head, “I’ll ask you later. For now, let’s get away from this street,” chuckling and running down the street with you next to him, real smiles on both your faces.

You two throw short stories and odd memories with each other the entire way to your building, not even batting an eye as you trod up the stairwell to your apartment in the corner of the hall until you see the large, bold numbers above your door.

“So…” you sway back and forth on the balls of your feet, “I guess this is the end of our little walk, huh?”

Felix nods, his cheeks in pain from smiling so much in the fifteen minutes you two took to walk you home, “Yeah… I guess it is.”

“Well, I had a lot of fun hanging out with you. I’m really happy we’re on good terms with each other now,” you muse, unlocking your door and standing in the doorway. “Oh, we almost forgot. You still have your question.”

He gives you a soft look, and steps closer to you, hands retracting from their denim confines and twiddling each other’s thumbs as his lips part in an awkward laugh. “This is kind of a weird question… but do you think we’d work out if we gave it another shot?”

Your eyes widen more than Felix believed humanly possible, and he’s about to take back his question when you respond, “I don’t know… but I’d like to think we would,” cheeks rosy as you look into his dark, cocoa-colored irises. To heck with your “No More Felix” resolution. Your heart didn’t want to listen to you anyway.

He closes the gap between you two, looming over you like he had so many times while angry—except this time he’s nervous and giddy like a teenager. Licking his lips and releasing one more nervous giggle, he finally pushes out, “Would you go out on a date with me? I promise I won’t mess it up again, if you give me one more chance.” His eyes are big and begging.

You nod, and he hesitantly places his hands on your biceps, checking your face for any looks of disapproval. When he doesn’t find any, he leans in, finally taking your lips in his for the first kiss he’d had since you broke up.

It’s sweet, innocent even, yet slow and full of emotions—mostly positive ones that give Felix the confidence to wrap his arms around your back and hold you close, smiling into the kiss. Eventually, you two pull apart—courtesy of Felix’s uncontrollable giggles and grins.

Instinctively, your finger comes up to graze your bottom lip, and you pinch yourself to make sure this isn’t a dream you’d wake up from in the morning. The tiny sensation of pain tells you it’s real, and you silently squeal in happiness. Maybe you didn’t mind being hung up on Felix anymore.

His hands are still on yours, where they’d found warmth sometime within your kiss, and he gradually releases them, sighing in content. “Well, I’ll pick you up at five tomorrow… See you then!” he kisses your forehead one last time before he turns to leave, covering that spot that used to remind you of painful memories, ready to replace them with new ones.

You wave to him girlishly, the same feelings from your high school years of crushing on him taking over your personality as you nod cheerily, “Okay! Goodnight!” waiting for his jovial response of “Goodnight [Y/N]!” before shutting your door and sliding down the back like in all those rom-coms.

At the sound of your shut door, he allows himself to jump and punch the air in victory, his eyes squishing into sideways parentheses in bliss.

He’d have to thank Seungmin for knocking some sense into him.

Positive note | Navigation | Taglist

[theresa-nam-nam-me]

| hybrid seokjin | true love

Masterlist

Requested?: yes

Sugar glider Hybrid jin x reader

Summary → owners and their hybrids, a magical story of the two falling in love at first sight but jin knew better then anyone that this wasn't the case. Meeting you though, was nothing but a pure miracle.

Warnings: none

"Y/n!" Your friend shouted for you "yes misa?" You said trying to swallow your salad "I and jisoo are going to Italy next week" she said excitedly showing you her plane tickets. "That's great!" You smiled "and i, kind of need a favor" she dragged her words "i was wondering if you could look after jin for a few days, while I'm in Italy." You had forgotten she had that sugar glider hybrid she hadn't talk about him much "you aren't bringing him along with you?" You asked confused "uh, no i don't want him to ruin the mood, so will you please!" She begged clasping her hands together. You knew he was a hybrid but he was also a grown man, couldn't he take care of himself? "Fine" you sighed

The week passed too quickly and now you were standing outside misas door with a small suitcase in hand. "Y/n! Come in" she gestured you inside. "Good evening misa" you greeted, looking forward was rather a tall hybrid with small ears, a long tail that match the soft brown of his hair, and plump red lips. "Good evening jin" you smiled taking off your coat "good evening Miss. L/n," he said "oh please call me y/n" he smiled and nodded "ill show you to your room," misa said dragging you alongside her. "Here you go" she opened the door. The room was just a plane guest room with a bed, small tv, and a few plants.

"Well ill see you in a few days, take care!" Misa waved to you before sprinting out the door. After unpacking your things you left your room and a great creamy smell hit you. You followed it into the kitchen seeing jin make an alfredo sauce. "What is that?" You asked "oh, it's nokey" (Italian dish) "it smells amazing" you complemented making him smile "thank you, would you like some?" He asked, you nodded your head happily. Seokjin placed the bowls on the table and pulled out a seat for you. "Thank you jin" you said before sitting down.

Jin picked up his fork blowing away the steam making his cheeks puff up. "Do you like it?" He asked, tail slightly swinging behind him "yes, it's delicious" you said stuffing your face with more "I thought I'd be making dinner for you though" you commented. He could clearly cook very well without issue so you didn't see why he needed to be babysat. After dinner you decided to take a shower before bed. getting out you wrapped a towel around you, when you opened the door you were met with jins now flustered face “oj jin, can i help you?” you questioned, he shook his head “i was wondering if you would like to watch a movie” he asked “sorry jin maybe tomorrow, i'm really tired right now”

you felt bad seeing jins smile drop and silently moving out of the way “goodnight jin” you smiled making his small ears perk up again “goodnight y/n'' it took you a few minutes to adjust but you slowly started to drift off with heavy eyelids and the sounds of rain hitting the roof. you were barely coneses when you felt the other side of the bed dip. “hello” you grumbled out looking through halfly opened lids. “sorry i just don't like storms...may i stay here” you nodded not thinking much of it until you felt him cuddle into you. his head hid in your neck, you let out a soft sigh before combing your hands through his hair.

The sun shines through the window and you hid under the cover but the sudden smell of pancakes slowly pulled you out of bed leading you to the kitchen “Jin?” You called seeing him flip pancakes over the stove “good morning y/n” he greeted you “please take a seat in almost done with breakfast” you nodded seating yourself at the table watching him flip a few more pancakes before placing them on a plate and setting it in front of you. “ thank you seokjin” he smiled before digging into his plate. You whipped you mouth with a cloth before picking up your plate and washing it “would you like to watch a movie today before I go?”

“Yes, do you like Avengers?” he asked. You nodded after seokjin finished his plate he quickly washed up before sitting on the soft Couch turning on the tv. “Sit with me” he pulled you next to him as you held a bowl of popcorn. You had seen the movie plenty of times before so it was no surprise when you started drifting off to a soft nap and slowly leaning against seokjins shoulder. “Im back!” a loud voice interrupted your peaceful slumber making you flinch away from jin as if being caught doing something wrong. You quickly regained yourself standing up straight “misa! How was your trip?” you asked moving into a hug “amazing, you should have seen it, such a beautiful country!” she smiled greatly. “How was jin?” she asked looking over at him, her voice toning down from her energetic energy. “Oh, he's fine, he is a grown man after all” she only mumbled an “i guess” to your comment before changing the subject.

After a few more minutes of catching up, you packed your stuff and headed to the door “y/n” jins voice called behind you, when you turned your head jin held out his hands holding out a small box, you gentle took it from his hold “what is it?” you asked “some homemade chocolates...a thank you for visiting” he smiled “thank you jin” he nodded opening the door for you. “Goodbye jin” you waved goodbye to each other.

His smile feel as he closed behind you, he felt his heart suddenly ache as he walked deeper into the house. “Can y/n come for dinner?” Jin asked sering misa started to unpack, she just shot him a glare to leave her alone. That evening when dinner rolled around he sat in silence as misa stared at her phone paying no mind to him,you seemed to have plagued jins mind, he missed your conpany at the table and recalled the conversation you had together. He began to realize how lonely he truly was and how you weren't just in his head but filled his heart with a warm sensation.

That night he felt himself twisting and turning in bed, he was unable to sleep. The previous night cuddled up to you felt like such bliss that tonight couldn't satisfy him. He reluctantly threw his covers off and touched his feet to cold hardwood floors. He tiptoed into the living room seeing misa to occupied with what was on tv to notice him slipping by. He made his way to the door, slowly turning the nob before slipping out. He followed the smell of rosemary and soon ended up in front of a small apartment door. He honestly hadn't thought what hed do when he got to this stage but he knew it was to late to turn back now.

He slowly rose his hand knocking it against the door. “Hello” you peaked your head out from behind the door in your PJs and messy hair. “Hi y/n” jin greeted “oh seokjin, it's late is misa here?” you asked confusion. “No it's just me, I just wanted to see you and maybe stay a while,” he said awkwardly, not wanting to jump on you with the idea of mates just yet. “Uh sure,” you opened up the door making way for him. “What brings you here?” you asked closing the door “i thought we could hang out” you raised a brow looking up at the clock, “at 1 am?” he nodded his head. “We could finish our movie” he smiled hoping to lighten the mood. You nodded your head before making your way to the couch together.

-time skip (the next morning)-

The sun shined in between the curtains, you pushed your blanket of touching your feet to the cold hardwood before making your way into the kitchen. You could see jins sleeping figure on the couch, he stayed the night after falling asleep during the movie. You turned around to make breakfast. “Y/n?” seokjins mumbly voiced called out. “Good morning jin, I'm making breakfast if you'd like to take a seat” jin stood from the couch making his way to the dining room padding down his messy hair. You set his plate down in front of him and began to eat. “You never told me why you came over last night” jin nearly choked at your comment. “Oh well, you see there's this thing called a mate and-” the doorbell rang cutting off jins sentence.

You opened the door to see misa with a very unpleasant look on her face “misa you must be looking for jin-” you were loudly cut of by her yelling “so he is here!” she pushed past you “who gave you permission to leave last night?!” she screamed at him “it's really no big deal misa” you tried to rationalize. “I wanted to see y/n but you wouldn't listen!” jin yelled back slamming his hand on the table. “And this is the type of stunt you pull! You can't listen to you lucky if you ever see her again!” misa spat balling her first “You can't! Y/ns my mate!” he screamed out. There was a moment of f silence before misa gave a huff and snatched jin by the collar of his shirt in an attempt to drag him out the house. jin harshly pulled back riping his shirt. “Im staying with y/n!”he screamed pulling you in front of him.

“Please y/n will you keep me?” his eyes turned puppy looking at you. “But mias your owner not me” he sighed “but your my mate, like a soulmate!” he begged “i-i don't know jin misa can provide better-” “i don't care I want you y/n!” he said nudgeing his head into your shoulder. You looked back at misa who gave you a nasty glare but then back at jin who could break into tears at any moment “ill keep him” you said. Misas eyes widened before returning to a glare “fine!! but don't even think of coming back to get your stuff!” she yelled walking out slamming the door behind her.

Your mind was blank at what had just happened but you were brought back to reality by jin snuggling his face into your neck. “Thank you y/n this is all I've ever wanted” a sense of relief washed over you as you wrapped your arms around him, you didn't know what could become of this but you are willing to accept whatever it may be.

[wellbafineline]

Promise?

Harry is needy and you visit him on tour

hellooo this is my entry for ms olivias ( @bfharry ​ ) boyfriendathon, im not entirely sure that anything happens in this but it is just reuniting w harry on tour fluff!!! i used the promt ‘harry’s number 1 groupie is his gf’ & this is my second full fic so pls be nice to me lol but enjoy!!  also here is my other writing 

also the title honestly has nothing to do with the piece i just picked it bc i though that line of dialogue was cute.

& heres livs boyfriendathon masterlist to read everyones entries!!

It didn't take much convincing for Harry to get you to join him on tour, actually all it’d taken was him to call you after one of his first shows on the North American leg telling you how much he missed you, and how lonely his hotel rooms felt and a couple of days later Jeff was forwarding you the plane tickets and info to meet them in Sacramento for a week of the tour.

It wasn't strange for you to visit harry on tour, but you both normally lasted a few more weeks before you caved and took the week off to go visit him, but a particularly needy harry and late night phone call with him listing all the ways he missed you, even after just a week and a half of being a part was all it took for you to take the 14 hour flight from London. 

You were antsy to see him from the minute that you got in the car at the airport, but it was only increasing as you were walking with a security guard through the corridors of the arena. The security guard points you in the direction of Harry's dressing room as you turn the last corner. You could hear Harry's playlist playing quietly behind the door as you approached and knocked. ‘Jeffrey, said i just need ten minutes and i'd be there’ he shouted through the door ‘try again’ you laughed ‘not Jeffrey’ 

The door quickly flung open as soon as he heard your voice, immediately wrapping you in his arms, resting his chin on top of your head, and you both stayed like that for a minute before he started to squeeze you a bit too tightly. ‘Getting a bit hard to breathe here H’. ‘sorry love’ he loosened his arms a little around you, allowing him to look at you for a second before completely freeing you from his grasp, you looked tired from the long flight from London and your hair was a little wild because you hadn't had the chance to brush it in the rush from the airport to the venue he place a quick kiss on your forehead before letting you go to follow him into the dressing room to get settled.

There was probably an hour before the preparations for the show tonight really started, meaning Lambert would come with the rack of all of Harry's outfits and steal him away from you for him to get dressed and prep to perform but for now you were more than content with the position you were in. Harry had come back from soundcheck earlier and immediately lay on top of you wrapping his arms around your waist and his face pressed into your neck, while your hands were stroking through his brown curls while he sighed contentedly every so often. 

You two stayed like that for the time being until people started to filter in the dressing room and asking for Harry’s attention to put the final details on the show and his outfit for tonight. You gave his hand a squeeze getting his attention to tell him you were going to find Mitch, Sarah and Adam and leave him to get ready for the show. 

•··°　• ·*　　·　·　★　.　✦　　　*　*　　.　      

The next time you saw Harry was as people were gathering to send him off onto the stage, you could hear the crowd cheering as the venue lights dimmed. ‘Come ‘ere quick’ he said as he pulled you by your hand into his chest ‘Need m’ good luck kiss’ he had the biggest cheesy grin on his face, you couldn't help but indulge him and match his smile. You bring your hand to cup his jaw, giving him a sweet kiss, but quickly pulling away, because you knew Harry and knew how he'd turn your good luck kisses into ‘make out in the venue hallway’ kisses, and you’d had enough teasing from Jeff about that over the years you’d been together. 

•··°　• ·*　　·　·　★　.　✦　　　*　*　　.　      

You’d made your way back to the dressing room ‘Ew! H you’re all sweaty’ you laughed as his arms tightened around your waist, clearly not listening to your complaints. ‘Missed this though didn’t y’.’ His voice is murmured in your hair with his arms still wrapped around your waist, but loosening so you could walk back for him to pack up and go back to your hotel, he’d said earlier that he wanted ‘his girl all to himself’ on your first night which you couldn't really argue with, being exhausted from the flight. 

•··°　• ·*　　·　·　★　.　✦　　　*　*　　.

You were waiting on the plush hotel bed scrolling through your phone, checking social media while you’re waiting for Harry to get out of the shower, he was bound to be exhausted once his post show adrenaline wore off and he said he just wanted to take a quick shower to get clean, but now you were almost certain he’d fallen a sleep under the water.

The shower water turning off is what pulls your attention away from your phone, as you were in the middle of texting back your best friend who was checking that you got there safely. After a moment harry comes out of the bathroom, he was tying the belt of one of the hotel robes as he makes his way over and flops himself on the bed next to you, motioning for you to move over so you were both lying on his side of the bed, your head on his shoulder, and moving the few pieces of wet hair he missed in his hair clip off of his face. 

‘M tired, glad we didn't go out now would have been asleep in the middle of some bar by now’ he murmured into your hair ‘Yeah, better off here’ you agreed, moving so that your leg was thrown over his hip and arm across his middle. 

After a while of laying with each other he started to get restless, still some pent up adrenaline from the show, so you suggest doing the sheet masks you picked up in the airport earlier.  

‘Y’sure your not tired? can do all of this tomorrow?.’ His arms tightened around your waist where you were sat on the bathroom counter putting the facemask on Harry's face. He scrunched up his face as you smoothed out the cold material on his face ‘M’fine just wanna spend some time with you.’ 

A little while after you had finished your facemasks Harry had decided he was hungry, finally crashing from his post show adrenaline and wanting to devour a bowl of fries from room service there was a knock on the door as you reached to put on the next episode of the show that you guys were watching. 

‘it'll be food, I'll get it’ Harry mumbled as he pushed himself up off of the bed to get the door, grabbing his wallet on the way to tip the waiter. He returned a minute later with the tray of food you ordered, setting it down on the bed. 

‘Missed you y’know’ harry starts as you put another chip in your mouth

‘Missed you two H, was only two and a half weeks though’ Harry scoffs ‘What not allowed to miss m’ own girlfriend now?’ You were already laughing as he finished, picking up  a chip to throw at him across the bed. ‘Course not, like knowing you miss me’ you smile at him ‘always love.’ 

After finishing your food Harry’d moved you both back to lay in the bed with his head resting on your chest, his eyes fluttering shut every so often, he was clearly trying to stay awake. ‘S’alright H go to sleep, will still be here tomorrow, got me all week’ you told him, lips pressing a kiss to his hairline as you reached to turn off the TV so you both could get some needed sleep.

‘Y’promise?’

‘Promise.’

[amintyworld]

fuck i didn't think this through i gotta get a new ao3 account for it before i can post it uh uh uh i am copy pasting the doc and praying

Ranboo Beloved was going to pass out.

It had been a VERY long evening at the gas station he worked at, and there were still another two hours left until he could go home. Groan. Taking the night shift truly was hell. He mumbled something about minimum wage groggily and grabbed a couple sodas to stuff in the fridge. As he stepped towards the back, he heard a sound from one of the aisles.

‘BANG!’

Ranboo jolted, then flipped around and ducked behind the aisle, dropping the sodas in his panic.

‘It's okay. I’m fine. I probably won’t die. Oh no what if I die. God, if I die, please look after Enderch-‘

“OI! BITCH! LITTLE HELP, HERE?”

He turned slowly into the area, making sure to grab a broom in case he needed self defense, only to see a boy, around his age, blond and covered head to toe in dirt, clutching an alarming amount of chips. “Grab a couple of these, would you.. What’s your name?”

“Oh! It’s.. um.. Ranboo!”

“Cool, now Ranboob, help me out with these crisps, would you?”

“That’s uh, not my name. Do you just want a cart?”

“NO! CARTS ARE FOR THE WEAK !! AND I AM A BIG MAN, I AM SIMPLY TOO POWERFUL FOR WEAK SHIT.”

“I- uh- yeah. Alright. Lemme just grab these and take em to the register..”

“No, Ranboob, you’re a fool. A fool and a coward and morally wrong. See, why would I buy them when I could do this magical little thing called stealing?”

“WHAT?? YOU CAN'T DO THAT,”

The kid (damn, Ranboo still needed to ask for his name) narrowed his eyes. “What, are you a pussy?”

“N- I’m not.. that, but I work here, so I can’t really let you steal.”

Realizing what this meant, the boy dropped the chips, but seemed to be sizing Ranboo up. He paused, then let out a sigh, reluctantly putting a few more back.

Ranboo took a look at the blonde. A real look, not just to be polite. He realized that his shirt was practically swallowing him whole, and his frame was alarmingly bony. Even his raggedy beanie looked too big on him. His blue eyes looked tired, like he hadn't slept in a week. Hmm. Ranboo relinquished the broom and stood up.

“What’s your name?” He asked, grabbing one of the chip packs back from the shelf.

“Tommy Careful Danger Kraken Detective Innit. But you can call me sir.

“What if I called you Tommy?”

“Hmm, tolerable.." the boy said with a half smile. He hopped off the ground where he was. "Alright, see you later, Boob Boy.”

“Boob- I. Okay. Alright-“

As he stuttered, the blonde (Tommy!) started to head out the front. As he passed the cash register, Ranboo hesitated.

“Wait!”

Tommy turned around to face him.

“Whatdayaneed?”

“Do you.. do you want a slushie? On the house?”

—————————

Ranboo Beloved wasn't doing too bad.

It had been a few weeks since that night. He had gotten a raise for ‘preventing’ a shoplifting (little did his manager know), and he’d found a friend in Tommy. He supposed it was his first real one, since toddlers who were related to him didn’t really count. Sorry, Micheal. Speaking of said friend, he was due for a visit. It was about the time of night that he normally dropped by for a free slushie and a fun conversation.

The bell rang from the door across from him. Right on time.

“Tommy! Hey! The usual?”

Tommy entered with grandeur, but seemed to be holding the soor for someone.

"Not yet, big man. I’ve got someone I want you to meet! Tubbo, c’mon, would you? We don’t have all night here,” he yelled, seemingly giving up on holding the door and walking to the register. He grabbed a bar stool to sit on.

As he said it, Ranboo saw someone poke their head out from the door. It seemed to be a kid a bit shorter than Tommy, with choppy bangs that covered his eyes and ears. He slid around the entrance and perched on the stool right before Tommy could sit down.

“You son of a bitch!” Tubbo gave him a shit eating grin in response. “Ranboo, the complete ass right here is Tubbo, he wouldn’t know good manners if they hit him in the face,”

“Says the one who tried to rob my store the first time we met,” Ranboo quipped, quirking an eyebrow up at the blonde.

Tommy shot him a glare, but he was holding back a smile as he replied, “Listen, you bastard, it’s not my fault you have a very robbable store,”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Exactly what I said, your store is simply weak and easily robbed by big strong men such as myself,”

“Right, which is why I caught you and you immediately gave up,”

“I… you know, you haven’t introduced yourself to Tubbo-“

Ranboo smirked, knowing that he had won. “Hi Tubbo, I’m Ranboo,” he greeted, holding out a hand for the kid to shake.

Tubbo tilted his head at the hand being held up, and promptly chomped down with surprisingly sharp teeth.

“HOLY SH- SHOOT, OW?! DUDE!” Ranboo exclaimed, jerking his now bleeding hand back behind the counter.

“Tubbo, c’mon man, I thought we went over this..” Tommy sighed, glancing at the unhinged boy in question with exasperation. He shrugged in response, seeming to be guilty, but made no move to apologize or help Ranboo grab bandages.

Tommy scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Soooo, uh, how’s about those slushies, Big R?”

Ranboo sighed. Maybe he should’ve just let Tommy shoplift.

After wrapping his hand up, he grabbed two cups and filled one with Tommy’s usual: half cherry, half coke. When he got to the second, he spun around. “Hey Tubbo, what flavor do you want?’’

Tubbo looked caught off guard at being addressed. “..Surprise me.”

Ranboo grinned. He grabbed the cup, and filled it with his personal favorite: alternating layers of strawberry and lemon-lime. Then he bent over the counter and grabbed the secret ingredient in any good slushie, the tiny umbrella. He gingerly placed it, then popped straws in both of the drinks.

When he slid them to the boys, Tommy squinted at Tubbo’s. “How come Tubbo gets an umbrella? You never gave me one..”

"You never asked!" Ranboo teased, but he still grabbed another and plopped it in the icy mixture, much to the blonde's delight.

They chatted about whatever came to mind, with Tubbo occasionally adding a few words. (He seemed especially interested in hacking and explosions. Concerning, but Ranboo wasn't about to question it.)

After about an hour of goofing off, Tommy and Tubbo decided to say their goodbyes. Ranboo threw their now empty cups into the trash behind him, and they stood up, tidying the area and fixing the barstools. Tommy was the first to speak.

"See you later, Boob Boy! I'd thank you for the slushies, but it's you who should be grateful that you've gotten to spend the evening in my presence,"

Ranboo rolled his eyes, glad that he could tell when Tommy was just being dramatic. He really was grateful under all the fanfare. Probably.

"Yeah yeah, sure. Now get out of here before I have to report a slushie theft. It was nice meeting you, Tubbo."

Tubbo smiled at him, a real smile that didn't make Ranboo scared he was about to be bitten again, and headed out the door with Tommy following behind.

As they left, Ranboo realized that he still had another hour of his shift, and he hadn't even started with the sweeping. Crap.

—————————

"Tubbo, seriously! You could have blown our whole cover!"

Tommy was practically running to keep up with the smaller boy. After an excessively boring bus ride and a mile long hike, they had finally entered the forest. Now, they could talk about things that actually mattered without being seen.

"C'mon bossman, it was funny. Plus, what's the Ranboo guy gonna do? If he's really like you said, then we'll be fine,"

"I know, but STILL! You can't just go around biting people. What if someone else had come in?"

"Alright, alright, I hear you. I'll be more careful next time. How much longer do you wanna keep up the act?"

Tommy let out a sigh. "Not much longer. I think this is it, I really do. Ranboo's a good person, he can help us,"

"If you're sure."

Tommy simply smiled, ever so slightly. He was sure. He hadn't been sure about a human in a very long time, not since.. him. Hopefully Ranboo would be better. No, he would definitely be better. Yeah. For sure.

He didn't have any longer to ponder, though, since they had arrived.

Tubbo glanced back at him. "You ready?"

"Yeah."

With that, the two of them launched off the mossy ground and into the air, with shimmery wings sprouting from their backs. Finally. It was time to go home.

"I do have to admit, though, he makes a pretty good slushie. I liked the lemon lime."

-

it's not the best but like i tried and ill probably do more for it, im excited for when wilbur shows up

AWWWE I love it!!!!

Poor Ranboo has no idea what’s coming kekw-

Also the lil Failed affectionate nip I-

🥺

[vivisect]

that depression feel when u take your christmas tree down in june

[faythelyse]

Joji x Reader {female reader} Apocalyptic Setting <Part One>

The sound of your closest friends baby jolts you awake. You had fallen asleep sitting up in a chair near the window. You stand and stretch for a moment before walking into the kitchen. Jessica meets you at the doorway to the kitchen.

"We're officially out of food." She bounces her daughter on her knee.

"Alright, I'll grab Ashlee and we can hit that up this place we noticed coming back from our last haul. It looked like a department store or something. I have an extra cheese stick in my bag if Jade is hungry."

Jessica knods and sighs. You knew saving that cheese stick was a good call. After grabbing the snack for Jade you head to the garage where Ashlee was working on the truck we scored a few months ago. Ashlee notices you enter and slams her hand on the top. "We still need some gas for this bad boy!"

"No time like the present to go look for some?!" You add expecting a negative response.

Ashlees face turned sour. "We're out of food."

"Yep. You going."

"Well of course, but we just went on a trip 3 days ago. Those rations were supposed to last a week. Jess eats like a fucking pig." Ashlee starts throwing her gloves off onto the desk and prepares a bag for the emergency food trip we are underprepared for in all honesty.

"How much ammo do we have left?"

Ashlee sighs heavily "We were low last trip. We might have 5 or 6 shells left for the shotgun."

"And the handgun?" You interject.

"Fifteen." Ashlee finishes packing up leaving the shotgun for me to take. "I'm gonna take a smoke break. Meet me out front when your ready to roll." She puts the cigarette in her mouth and walks out.

Grabbing the gun you quickly head for your room to gather the essentials. Outside Ashlee was taking the last drag off her cigarette before flicking it to the road. I stare at the bikes in front of us wishing we had gas for the truck. "Jesus christ I hate these bikes, I'm wore out by the time we get to wherever we're going." Ashlee smiles. "Soon Y/N" Ashlee closes her eyes and daydreams for a moment. Imagining life with a car again.

About halfway there we stop and scout a bit. Make sure no one is out and about before we pull closer into this town.

Right on the edge of town we leave our bikes locked to a tree behind a small abandoned house. It was a soft pink color. It somewhat stood out making it easier to remember where we left our things. We chat quietly while making our way to a large department store.

The store was huge. The sign had fallen partially. A corner of the building was also caving in. Jessica, never going out on many supply trips didn't always realize the danger she put Ashlee and I in on a somewhat regular basis. Although we have become better at it over time.

As we arrived at the doors we became silent. Searching for any possible noises or animals that could get us in worse trouble than we were already putting ourselves in. Instead of going in through the front we found a side door that appeared quieter to open. Upon entering we were stunned to see lots of stuff still on the shelves. Why had this store not been hit so badly by looters. Shocked by the nostalgia and childlike joy we let our gaurd down. We casually walked down aisles and shared past memories that seemed insignificant then. We would give anything to be able to visit a store normally again. Buy a new dress to wear for date night or some shit.

"Holy shit, they have mother fucking WINE!!!"

Ashlee was almost in tears, and I couldn't contain my smile. We packed as many as we could. We still needed room for actual food.

Just then we both heard a single gunshot so we dropped immediately to the floor as quickly as possible. Readying our guns we slowly get up and sneak closer to the back of the store where the gun had fired. There is a hallway that leads back to the bathrooms and what I assume might be the head office or the workers lounge area. We see a shadow at first emerging from the hallway. We aim thinking it could be one of the infected, but it was just a man. He pulled out a walkie telling someone on the other end he's fine. Ashlee and I are frozen for a minute. We hadn't seen people in a long time. Hell it's even been awhile since we've seen an infected. They have been sparce lately. Probably just spreading out more. Although we weren't a very populated area anyway. Ashlee whispers "What do we do, ignore them?" I shrug not knowing myself. It would be risky to assume they are friendly. And if they were to rob us we would be left with nothing. Another man runs up, he has a large backpack on. Ashlee and I locked eyes for a moment. We had the same idea to potentially rob this man. I shake my head. "Maybe they will trade?" I whisper.

Ashlee shakes her head in disbelief that they would consider trading. We had not glanced back at the men for a minute, when we turned back to check on them they were gone. I turn back and shrug, if they were gone then we had no further issue. Ashlee and I nod knowing we should get a move on and wrap this up before we get spotted. While crouching we slowly walk around the nearest aisle where we are met face to face with the two men we had just spotted. Both shocked we all immediately stand, but none of us draw a weapon. After a solid 30 seconds of no speaking just staring I speak up

" We really just need to grab some food, we won't be any trouble." It was then that I noticed one of them was injured.

"You're hurt?" I said softly. Ashlee also softened her expression when she noticed the wound. Ashlee broke her silence as well, "Y/N is a healer of sorts, maybe we can help."

Ashlee and I are both suckers for wanting to help. The man with big sad brown eyes looked at me with some hope.

"Can you really hel-ehp" he stopped abruptly and grabbed the wound on his side that started to soak through his thick green coat. I couldn't tell the severity of it, I didn't want him to die though, so in the moment I just decided to say yes. His friend went alongside him to help support him. "My name is Ben" He proceeded to shake Ashlees hand and then my own. "This is George, nice to meet you. We were here looking for medical supplies, if you could help us out we would pay you back some how. Whatever you need, I promise. We'll work it off."

"I'm not a real doctor or anything man. I just started learning this stuff since the world went to shit. I've practiced on dogs, and cats, a few humans. Nothing too crazy. I've become pretty decent at sew up jobs. I just promise to do my best to help. If something goes wrong I just cant have you blaming me."

Ben smiled "Listen, its not like im going to find some heart surgeon out here. Anything you can do to help is better than whatever I could come up with."

Ashlee walks up to the other side of George and throws his arm over her neck. "I'll help walk him to the bikes."

I nod and quickly grab everything i can that is edible, even found a few seed packets. Elena will be stoked to add these to her garden.

We biked back to our little community that cosisted of 2 houses that have been conjoined by fencing in the two. Its somewhat protected by being hidden in the many trees that surround our community.

Jessica was sitting smoking outside. As she saw us pull up with two strangers she looked worried. I held up my hand to show her everything was okay and waved. We brought George in and laid him in a spare room we had set up for me to work on anyone who had been hurt. There was no bed, only a futon mattress had been laid on the floor.

"Set him down gently." Ben whispered.

Ashlee had a worried expression, I could tell she was worried about the blood loss. He appeared paler than before. I sat down and started preparing my equipment as fast as possible and urged Ashlee to grab some other things I needed.

As I neared being finished with sterilizing the needle I told everyone to leave the room. I can never concentrate while people watch. I had assumed George was knocked out when I reached down to start removing his jacket he grabbed my wrist.

"This is going to fucking hurt isn't it." He breathed. I nodded. I had nothing to numb him. Then I remembered the extra wine Ashlee and I had discovered. We had grabbed six bottles. I pulled out a bottle and handed it to George. He glanced it over.

"For the pain?"

"For the pain." I said as took it back from him to open it. After opening I asked if he would like a cup.

"Bottles fine, lets get this over with." He started to shrug off his jacket exposing the large gash on his side. Hopefully he hadn't punctured an organ or something I couldn't fix.

He took 3 large drinks and motioned for me to come to him. I started cleaning the wound to the best of my ability with what we had. It was time to start sewing. Sewing still makes me nervous.

I was ready to pierce skin when he interrupted.

"Do you have anything to bite on?"

I took the belt that was around my waist wrapped it up and handed it to him. He bit down and nodded to show he was ready.

I started and his eyes rolled back into his head, I kept going. I wanted this to be over as fast as possible. He started making a few small shrieks here and there but he was toughing it out rather well I thought.

As I was getting to the last few stitches his hand found my leg and grabbed it tightly. I felt horrible for causing him so much pain.

I started to just mumble I'm sorry over and over again until I had finally finished. His head fell back onto the pillow in exhaustion and agony. I leaned up and pressed my hand to his forehead and face and apologized some more. Trying to gauge how well he was actually doing. I stopped myself and realized I needed to finish by covering it with a bandage. I grabbed clean cloth from the cabinet and bandaged him. I look at him for a moment. I should grab his friend and let him know I've finished. He probably wants to wait with him until he wakes up. As I struggle to stand back up George's hand grabs mine and squeezes. I squeeze back giving him reasurrence, and leave to confront everyone.

Ben steps up to me immediately as i exit the room.

"What's the damage, is he cool? Are we good?"

I could tell he was nervous about the answer.

"I'm not sure yet honestly, he's all stiched up. He's also still alive and lucid which is a good sign. It's going to take a long time to heal. Maybe a month or two. It also needs to stay clean and free of infection. I recommend staying here until he's fully healed. Ben seemed pleased with my answers "Can I go see him now?" I nodded and he rushed in.

Ashlee pulled me to the side. "You reccomend they stay for two months?"

"Yes, that was my recommendation. He was hurt prerty bad, he shouldn't be moving at all for atleast 3 weeks. I think we should just chill. As long as he heals well, we could use their help."

Ashlee crosses her arms. "This is risky, but Im with you. It's nice to have new faces around."

"I agree" I smile, feeling slightly better that I may have saved someone's life.