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ryujnworld · 1 year

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eyes on the prize ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

pairing: huening kai x reader genre: fluff; high school! au warnings: none ◡̈ word count: 1,157

The mechanical claw dangled menacingly above the collection of stuffed animals in its glass cabinet, which were comprised of a variety of shapes and hues. You were surrounded by a cacophony of sounds, including children and adults shouting, a pinball machine's chiming bells, first-person racing games' roaring motors and squealing tires, the moans of zombies being dispersed by gunshot, and more. Impatient hands pushed coins into slots, and gaming machines spit out tickets at an alarming rate to gratify hungry victors. In some ways, you were no different than other visitors who came with the intention of winning something. You wanted something, for sure, but it wasn't candies, little trinkets, or even the large, dazzling rewards behind the counter. Instead, you preferred something that many people here would likely regard as rather cliche or straightforward. What did you want, exactly? You were interested in the stuffed penguin that was entangled amid the other stuffed animals and was looking at you casually from behind the glass cabinet that held the claw machine.

On its face and belly, its soft terrycloth fur was pure white, and on the rest of its body, it was light grey. Its black plastic eyes mirrored the neon colors of the arcade, while dandelion yellow fashioned its beak and bottom flippers. You'd been attempting to win the specific stuffed animal for twenty minutes, and each attempt had ended in failure. A combination of shame and frustration caused your knuckles to turn white as your fingers grasped the joystick controller firmly. When did claw machines become so challenging? Had you overestimated the challenge of winning a little stuffed animal? You nibbled on the skin of your lower lip as you cast a downward glance at the two coins you still held. They were your only opportunity at the time to win the stuffed animal since you didn't want to acknowledge how much money you'd already spent trying to get it. You sighed in frustration as you inserted one of the sparkling coins into the slot and firmly grasped the joystick controller. As you cautiously tilted the joystick, your other hand hesitantly lingered on the button that often made the claw encircle its target. When you thought the claw was in the perfect place, you hit the button and watched as it descended steadily toward the stuffed penguin. You held your breath, pushing forward against the glass to see as its mechanical fingers wrapped around the penguin's left flipper. “Please...come on...” You murmured as the penguin was raised in the air and precariously transported towards the metal chute that would deliver the stuffed animal into your hands, where you believed it belonged. Your heart started to fill with hope as you thought that perhaps this effort had been your lucky one. That thrill abruptly vanished, though, as the metal claw encountered a problem with its metal track, allowing the penguin to escape its hold and tumble back into the stack of stuffed animals below.

Your lips quivered in defeat, and your forehead dropped forward to helplessly rest on the tempered glass. When you heard quiet giggles coming from behind you, your skin pricked, and you looked over your shoulder to stare at the individual. Your parted your lips to say something to the stranger, but you came to a standstill as you recognized a familiar face. Huening Kai, a boy who went to the same school as you but was in a different class. “Do you want some help?” His rich brown eyes shifted to look into the glass of the claw machine behind your frame as he inquired, smiling innocently at you and catching sight of the stuffed animal you had been trying so hard to win. A pout formed on your lips as you cast a peek down at the lone coin that was still in your palm. “There is only one coin left. What happens if I don't succeed this time?” You replied, hating the way the disappointment in your voice made it sound smaller. Stepping closer with a smile, Kai put a warm hand on your shoulder before reaching for something in his pants pocket with the other. When he opened his hand, you could see the coins that were scattered inside it in a succession of jingles. “I’ve always got more.”

He offered his small pile of coins, and you hesitated before accepting it. However, you knew in your heart that you would return the favor the next time you saw him at school. He beckoned you closer as you saw him deftly slide one into the metal slot on the lower left panel of the coin machine. He positioned you in front of him, and your brow furrowed in perplexity as your hand naturally sought for the joystick controller. Your confusion was quickly overcome, though, by shock when Kai covered your hands with his own. He leaned over your shoulder to have a better look inside the machine's glass cabinet. His skin was warm and somewhat calloused, easily encompassing your own. “It’s all about timing and strategy.” He spoke near to your ear, and the proximity of his breath caused goosebumps to rise all over your frame. You stole a glance in his direction, a bubble forming in your throat as you realized how near his face was to yours. He had always been attractive to you in passing, but up close he was absolutely captivating. His dark eyes were framed by long, dark lashes, and the higher nose in the center of his youthful face was complemented by a strong jawline. You hadn't even realized how intensely you had been watching until he turned to face you. The tip of his nose brushed yours, and a lopsided grin adorned his pink lips. “Eyes on the prize, okay?” He spoke, interrupting your daze. A flood of butterflies erupted in the pit of your stomach, and you nodded wordlessly before directing your attention back to the machine.

His hands guided yours in as calm and gentle a manner as he could in the 15-second time limit set by the game. It felt so natural and effortless with him. Your mouth couldn’t help but drop open in shock when the plush penguin this time landed directly into the chute. “No way.” You spoke quickly before flashing the brightest smile. After bending down to acquire your new prize, the stuffed animal was quickly shrouded in the comfort of your clothed chest. You burst into a series of giggles, and you caressed the penguin’s silky head with your smooth cheek. “Thank you so much! I promise to repay you.” You spoke, looking at him joyously. You were once again greeted by his previous handsome, lopsided grin. “Who cares about a little coin? I can think of something way better?” He hummed and shuffled his hands bashfully in his jeans' pocket as he swayed on his heels and smiled boyishly.

“What?”

“A date with you.”

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ryujnworld · 1 year

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sweeter than honey ✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮

pairing: felix x reader type: fluff warnings: none ◡̈ word count: 835

Your shared home was filled with a warm, softly sweet bread-like scent as leftover faint traces of flour and sugar dusted the tabletop. You quietly watched as your boyfriend, Felix, moved with effortless elegance about the kitchen, completely mesmerized by the way his silhouette flowed. He seemed to be walking on air, his footwork fluid and coordinated as he retrieved ingredients from the refrigerator and pantry. His brows wrinkled in concentration as he carefully measured each ingredient, looking at the instructions on his phone as he added a few of his own unique touches here and there to make it special. He would occasionally mumble, his baritone voice soft and low, as if though mentally synchronizing the recipe’s steps to ensure a flawless batter. He was so focused that you dared not interrupt him since you found it extremely endearing and touching how his brows furrowed together in concentration. Whenever he suggested testing out a new pancake recipe he discovered online, you were excited to try it. In fact, you didn't need much persuasion after observing his opulent eyes gleam with initiative and enthusiasm pooling like stars in dark brown cosmos.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help, my love?” You inquired while feeling little guilty about watching from the sidelines as he performed all the work. A rush of butterflies flitted madly in the pit of your stomach as his soothing chuckle stroked your ears. You felt like you would melt with each passing minute as he stared at you with a special tenderness in his gaze. “Yes, sunshine, I’m sure.” Felix replied, and he kissed your left temple quickly and reassuringly while stooping over the counter. You felt a tingling sensation where his lips had once been, and your cheeks warmed and adopted a subtle scarlet hue. Your chest began to fill with an incredible amount of love and admiration for the man as a gentle smile pulled at the corners of your lips. Regardless of how long you'd been together, the man's words and actions always left you virtually breathless and flustered. How you ever got so blessed to have such a considerate man with a pure, loving heart baffled you, and all you could hope was that he felt just as cherished and adored by the love and care you offered him daily. “What makes this pancake recipe different than the others we have tried, Lix?” You queried, curiously inspecting the batter in the bowl for any significant changes, but it appeared to be the same as before. Felix watched as your face twisted into one of perplexity and let out another small chuckle. “I have to fold bits of honeycomb into the batter for this recipe.”

Your interest peaked as you saw him take the ingredient from the refrigerator. You leaned forward to get a closer look as he placed the glass jar on the counter and started to twist the brightly decorated top. “Does it taste like normal honey?” Your lips were pursed as you hummed and fought the impulse to dip your finger in the syrup that covered the comb. Felix shrugged, indicating he was just as fascinated as you were because he had never actually had raw honeycomb before. “I'm not sure, but why don't we give it a shot together?" He suggested sweetly gathering two spoons and dipping them each into the top layer of the honeycomb and the syrup surrounding it. You both lifted your spoons to your mouths simultaneously, taking the first bite. It had a honey flavor, and the honeycomb itself provided a subtle, sweet flavor that wasn't overbearing or harsh. You were honestly surprised by how refreshingly sweet it was despite the initially chewy texture. You eagerly eyed your boyfriend to see what he thought of it. He seemed equally surprised as you were. You found yourself dipping your spoon back into the jar for another taste. “This is so good, Lix! I like how sweet it is. The pancakes you're baking will go perfectly with it.” You chimed, praising him for discovering a delicious new recipe.

Warm fingers delicately cradled your chin before you could get your spoon to your mouth. Felix leaned forward and kissed you tenderly, the honeycomb’s traces still traceable on his lips’ velvety surface. Though taken aback at first, you quickly returned his expression of affection. You pouted and chased for his lips to give you another kiss when you parted ways. He laughed, though, and cradled our face with his warm hands. He gently rubbed his nose against yours as his thumbs caressed the skin on your cheeks. “Yes, the honeycomb was wonderful, but you, my sunshine, are even sweeter than honey.” Felix winked adoringly, and he laughed merrily at the way your neck and ears flared brightly with red. Rendered speechless by his charm, you gently smack his clothed chest. But when he went back to making the pancakes, the largest smile crept across your face as you observed the man you utterly adored.

A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! It has been a while since I wrote works and published them, so I hope everyone who crosses this enjoys it! ◡̈

Requests (as long as they are open) and constructive criticism are always welcome!

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