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Reblogging this cuz it's been a long time. Happy Halloween! 🎃👻

The Delivery: A SKZ Halloween Story (Part I)

~Masterlist~

part II / part III

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summary: You are a pizza delivery driver for none other than the popular Domino's Pizza. However, because it is Halloween night, the orders your store has been receiving have been rather...interesting, to say the least. But little did you know, you were currently on your way to deliver to your most unpredictable guests of the night...

genre: attempted spooky and eerie vibes; Halloween; comedy; general fluff; supernatural

pairing: Stray Kids x GN! Reader

word count: 2.5K

a/n: Hey Everybody! 👋This is my second story on this page. In celebration of Halloween being in the month of October, and my love for SKZ’s song “Domino,” I have written a short story that I hope you all will enjoy. I got the idea for this story based from someone's real life experience as a pizza delivery driver. It’s nothing too scary, and it will have a good, but also eerie ending. I’m thinking it will be a two or three part story. Anyway, I hope you all have fun reading it cuz I had fun writing it.

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Halloween had to be the worst night to be a pizza delivery driver. Over half the calls your Domino's had received that night were either prank calls from kids asking for ridiculous orders like anchovies with onions and pineapple or, people making dumb requests like for you to bunny hop your way to the front door and then to ring the doorbell five times. Originally, you had decided to ignore that last request, figuring they wouldn’t know whether you did it or not, but when the customer then refused to open the door unless you did so, you proceeded to go ahead and submit to their demands.

You groaned, embarrassed by the mere memory. Oh, the things you would do as a delivery driver just to receive a good tip. Luckily, they did tip you well. 20 bucks, even. That was your best tip of the night, actually. It was one of the perks of taking delivery jobs in rich neighborhoods.

It had been a little over three months since you had become a delivery driver, and at first, you could barely get more than a buck, fifty sometimes. When you had complained to your friend who was also your coworker about your trouble earning good tips, they told you the secret about specifically taking deliveries in rich neighborhoods. That’s where all the big tippers lived.

Ever since then, you started paying attention more to the addresses on the orders your Dominos received. If you could score deliveries in the rich neighborhoods, you could turn your luck around regarding tips.

That’s why even despite the horrendous weather on this particular Halloween night, you were currently driving your way to an area that was out in the middle of nowhere, but known for its wealthy inhabitants. Although, you did have to admit you never understood why some rich people chose to live so far out from general civilization.

Seriously, for the last thirty minutes you had seen nothing but trees and dirt. Not one store or even a gas station was in sight. Damnit, even a road light would’ve been comforting to see right about now, but you couldn't even get one of those! For that reason you had to use your high beam lights and windshield wipers to try and see through the darkness and rain.

Of course, this made it awkward whenever a lone car on the opposite side of the road passed you by. It was already raining cats and dogs outside thus, making it harder to see, but with the dark road due to the lack of road lights, every occasional car that passed you by with their high beam lights on, as well, blinded you for a brief moment before going dark again.

Luckily, you knew you were almost to your destination since you would be approaching the town bridge soon enough. Once you crossed the bridge you would be in the land of the rich folk and on your way to big tips!

Therefore, with money on your mind, you continued driving but still, did so with caution, at least, that is until you started to notice a lone car in the distance from your rear-view mirror. You noticed that they seemed to be driving at a rather hasty speed even despite the awful weather that required more slow and attentive driving which made you feel a little worried. Not only that but their high beams were on as well, and by the way they were steadily coming up behind you, you knew it was only a matter of time before they would be flashing their lights in your face.

You didn't want to speed up because that would be dangerous, but the fool speeding behind you didn't seem to mind, so you stepped on the pedal a little, but this didn't work. The person in the car behind you was just driving way too fast for you to put any distance between you both.

As a result, you watched in horror as the car continued to speed up on you until their bright lights were shining right through your back window thus, blinding you completely.

"What the hell!" You yelled, flinching and barely able to see. "Really?!"

White light. All you could see was bright, white, blinding light and it was then that you knew.

This had to be some sick joke. It had to be.

Sure, due to the rainstorm, you had been driving at a cautious speed but it's not as if you were ever driving at a snail speed, either. If the person behind you really wanted to go faster they could've just gone around you. You were practically the only other car on the road so it wasn't like they couldn't go around. That's why you knew this had to be a sick joke or prank.

You bet it was some bored teenagers or some drunken friends looking to scare some unsuspecting driver on Halloween night by flashing their headlights at them. And you, being practically the only other driver on the road is what made you their target.

To make matters worse, the car behind you started blowing their horn at you as they continued to tailgate your car and flash their bright lights at you.

"Go around you idiots!" You continued to yell.

What were they trying to do? You wondered. Run you off the road or, worse, kill you? Didn't they know how dangerous this was?

All you had wanted to do was to make some extra tip money that Halloween night, but it wasn't worth your life and since the assholes behind you refused to go around you, you decided to go ahead and swerve right.

Immediately, you flew off the road and went skidding into the dirt. You smashed the brakes, hard, before you could go heading for the trees, though. Your little car came to an abrupt stop on the side of the road causing you to jerk forward and then back in your seat.

Thank God for seatbelts.

Adrenaline already kicked into high gear, you huffed and puffed as you tried to calm down now that you were off the road. As you looked up, vaguely, through your windshield with the wipers still going, you saw the car that had been flashing you, zooming down the road at full speed.

“Assholes!” you muttered in utter bewilderment at their audacity to drive like that in the pouring rain! If only it wasn’t raining like it was you could’ve maybe got their license plate number and reported them to the cops. You just hoped they didn’t turn around and do the same thing to someone else.

You took a moment to calm down as you listened to the rain hit your car from all sides. You had started to wonder if maybe you should turn around and just head back to the other side of town, but you were already so close to the bridge. You didn’t want to have driven all that way for nothing, so you went ahead and started the car back up before heading back to the road.

Within ten more minutes of driving, you were crossing the bridge, on your way to the other side of town with the wealthy. The drive to the house you were going to was kinda far and up in the hills. This left your little old bucket of a car really having to hustle to get up the twists and turns of the hills in order to finally arrive at your destination.

Driving up a long dirt roadway, you came to a large house that looked like something you had only ever seen in those luxury homes magazines. The place was ridiculous! Not even in your dreams could you imagine living in a place like this.

But you had no time to waste with imagining things that would never happen. You had to get these people their pizzas while they were still hot in the insulated delivery bags. The only thing was you had three large bags to carry, for they had ordered 15 pizzas, each bag holding five boxes, so you knew the order was for a big party, but it was still pouring rain outside.

You had a raincoat, but you knew there was no way you were going to be able to do this without getting absolutely drenched. You just wished you at least had some rain boots on instead of your old sneakers.

Opening your car door and out into the rain, you went to the backseat and pulled the bags out, slinging one bag on your right shoulder, one bag on your left shoulder, and holding the last with both hands. With no other hands available, you used your foot to kick the door closed then headed straight for the front door up the pebble rock pathway.

Once at the front door, you rang the doorbell and waited. Luckily, you were now shielded by the ledge above the front porch.

“Hello?” you heard a deep, male voice call after a minute of waiting, and immediately, your head jerked left, following the sound of the voice until you noticed an intercom on the wall of the house.

You had to place one of the bags down before stepping up to it and pressing the little button on the intercom to speak. “Hi. I’m your pizza delivery driver from Domino's. I’ve got your order.”

Immediately afterwards, you heard someone shout “YES PIZZA!” in the background and you snorted, amused by whoever it was that did so.

The deep voice then responded, “Oh great! Can you just come around the house to the backdoor? I’ll meet you there with the money, okay?”

Then, before you could respond, the guy ended the intercom call and all you could hear was static when you attempted to speak in it again.

You stepped away from the intercom, slightly annoyed at the person’s request.

The backdoor? You mused. That meant you would have to go back out into the rain!

Regardless, you trudged along to the back of the house just as he’d asked, motivated at just his mere mention of having the money ready for you at said backdoor.

Oh, the things I do just to receive a good tip, you thought to yourself for the umpteenth time that night.

You walked around the large house, until you came to the backyard. There was a gate, but it was already wide open, so all you had to do was walk in. The backyard was lit up with night lights all over, lighting the way for you and you scuttled your way to the door you assumed to be the backdoor.

Once you saw someone open said door to peek out of it and spot you before beckoning you forward, you knew that you were at the right spot. You scampered up to the person with the bags of pizzas.

“Hi,” you greeted them, nearly out of breath. “I got your pizzas!”

“Awesome!” the deep-voiced male you recognized as sounding the same as the one from the intercom, replied with a big smile while holding up some cash. “I got your tip.” He then turned to yell over his shoulder. “Hey guys! The pizza’s here!”

Immediately following were the raucous howls of approval from what sounded like multiple males, and you smirked. You noticed a couple of guys appear in the back behind the guy who greeted you at the door.

Not that it was all that important, but even you had to take notice of the rather impressive physical features of not only the man in front of you but the few lingering in the distance behind him.

They all looked like models! Especially the young man with the deep voice that greeted you at the door. He was really beautiful with wispy blond tufts of hair falling softly into his dark eyes and a bright smile, almost as blinding as that person's headlights that had flashed you earlier that night.

As the blond male turned back to you, you found it hard to look at him. “Yeah, you can just place the pizzas on the table here.” Your eyes followed his hand as he directed at a table that was right behind him.

However, at his request, you stared at said hand that was directing you inside for longer than was appropriate as red flags were starting to go off in your head.

Was it okay to go inside a stranger’s house? You wondered, considering doing so before berating yourself. Of course not!

But then, how else were you going to get the tip? You thought about it for a moment as you stared at the table.

Well, at least the table is right at the door, you figured. It’s not like you had to go all the way into the house or something.

So with that in mind, you reluctantly muttered, “okay,” and stepped inside to place the pizzas down on the table. That's when…

SLAM!

...your heart dropped into your stomach faster than the Supreme Scream ride at Knott’s Berry Farm.

The male behind you had slammed the door shut, hard enough for the sound to reverberate around the house, then followed said slamming of the door with a swift turn of the lock.

Schwick.

You shuddered.

“This is it guys,” you heard the deep-voiced male behind you say to the rest of the guys who were now coming out of hiding from various parts of the house. With enlarged eyes, you counted about seven other men, in addition to the one behind you, so eight, in total.

You gulped, hard.

“We finally got one…” he trailed, his voice taking on a dangerous edge that sounded more insidious with his deep tone, and you unconsciously let out a little shriek.

Sixteen dark eyes zeroed in on you and like you were a baby deer, caught in the middle of a pack of wolves, you shivered in your sopping wet shoes regretting all the decisions you had made that night.

You regretted your decision to step inside the house. You regretted your decision to continue on with the delivery even despite what had happened to you on the road earlier that night. You regretted having even taken the delivery job in the first place.

You should've just stayed local and stuck with the buck, fifty tips! Sure, you'd be broke, but at least you would've still had your life!

Heart rate now beating a million times a minute, you were struggling to keep focus on what was happening around you but you swore some of the guys were circling closer to you like you were prey.

"Good job, Felix," you vaguely heard one of the guys say as your head was spinning, frantic with fear. "This one's definitely cuter than the last one we had."

Then, you heard another man say, "I just hope they taste better than the last one, too…"

And that was all you remembered hearing before in all your frenzy, everything around you went black...

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The Delivery: A SKZ Halloween Story (Masterlist)

summary: You are a pizza delivery driver for none other than the popular Domino's Pizza. However, because it is Halloween night, the orders your store has been receiving have been rather...interesting, to say the least. But little did you know, you were currently on your way to deliver to your most unpredictable guests of the night...

genre: attempted spooky and eerie vibes; Halloween, comedy, general fluff; supernatural

pairing: Stray Kids X GN! Reader

a/n: Hi everyone! Hope you enjoy this little treat for Halloween. Reblogs are always appreciated~ 🙏

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Masterlist:

part l

part ll

part lll

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The Delivery: A SKZ Halloween Story (Part III)

~Masterlist~

part I / part II

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summary: You are a pizza delivery driver for none other than the popular Domino's Pizza. However, because it is Halloween night, the orders your store has been receiving have been rather...interesting, to say the least. But little did you know you were currently on your way to deliver to your most unpredictable guests of the night...

genre: attempted spooky and eerie vibes; Halloween, comedy, general fluff; supernatural

pairing: Stray Kids X GN! Reader

word count: 3.8K

a/n: Happy Halloween! 🎃

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"...Or, your blood, to be more specific," Chan corrected himself before flashing his white canines at you again, but you just stared at him in concern. His face was still uncomfortably close to yours as he looked like he was waiting for a response, but you weren’t able to give one other than…

“V-Vampires?” you questioned, dumbly. He nodded simply. You looked around the room to see if anyone was trying to restrain their laughter, or if you could catch a glimpse at any of their expressions betraying Chan's words, but they all stared at you with serious expressions. You finally purse your lips, feeling slightly irritated. “How do you expect me to believe that? You're all vampires? Really?”

You glanced around the room full of beautiful guys, who, now that you thought about it, were all oddly pale, but to go as far and say that they were vampires is definitely a stretch. Even though no one was laughing, you believed this was their way of playing some kind of elaborate practical joke on you.

Chan snapped his tongue before shaking his head, causing a single strand of his dark hair to fall into his even darker eyes. “Well, if you'd like, we can prove it to you if you need further convincing."

You frowned. “How?”

Immediately following your question, two pearly white incisors, sharp as blades, suddenly replaced the original dull incisors that had been in Chan’s mouth just a moment before as he bared his fangs out at you. Then, as if to further drive home the point that they were indeed all vampires, the rest of his clan each bared their fangs out at you as well, all simultaneously, so you were now staring at a room full of bared teeth.

You gulped.

You shook your head, flustered at seeing all the teeth around you. "No, that's okay. I believe you now." You answered quickly and immediately, everyone put their fangs away.

You looked up when you heard a chuckle from across the table.

“Awe, they look so terrified,” the pretty one with the long dark hair, teased you. “It's actually kind of cute.“

“I like them when they're scared,” added Minho, you remembered as the cold-looking member. “The blood always tastes so much better when they're scared.”

“That's because you're a freak, Minho!” chastised one of the youngest. “I think they taste best when they're happy and comfortable.”

“Yeah, well that's because you're a softy, Seungmin,” Minho fired back.

From then on, the entire table began to bicker all around you. Before you could even register what you were doing, you suddenly jumped up from your chair.

In response, all the vamps stared at you like you suddenly grew a second head.

“You know what? I think I should go now,” you said in a panic as you started backing away from the table.

“Awe. you're leaving us so soon…” said Minho in a taunting manner.

You didn't answer, but you felt yourself bump into a firm body behind you and turned to see Chan's thick chest. He smiled at you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Why are you trying to leave so soon? Don't you trust us? We can be good friends if you get to know us.”

You immediately shirked away out of his grasp so fast that his hand was left hanging in the air.

“Friends?!” you repeated in disbelief. “Y-you're all vampires! I thought you were joking but this…this is all too much!” Immediately, you ran out of the dining room and headed straight for the front doors.

They opened with ease, apparently having already been unlocked; however, upon opening the door, you weren't expecting to be hit with practically a monsoon.

That's right. Being inside the large mansion, you had completely forgotten it was storming really bad outside. Still, you weren't going to stay here so you pulled your hoodie over your head and ran outside to your car. In all your haste, you didn't even bother to close the front door.

Through the wind and rain, you could barely see, but you found your little car, still in the long driveway, just as you had left it hours ago. You hopped in and slammed the door shut then fished for the keys from your pants pocket and jammed them in the ignition to start the car only for it to…

Tiiiick, tick, tick, tick…boom!

Uh oh.

…the car wouldn't start. You turned the keys in the ignition again, desperately trying to rev up the engine only to get the same broken down response and you groaned, pressing the back of your head into the headrest.

“Whhhy?!” You yelled frustrated. You wanted to cry. You didn't know anything about cars! Why would it choose to break down now of all times? First, you had nearly gotten into a crash after being run off the road earlier that night, then you had the misfortune of being tricked by a group of vampires, and now this.

You hated Halloween!

You looked out the car window that was currently being pelted by heavy rain and wind so exuberant it caused your small car to rock like a baby's cradle.

You closed your eyes and thought about what you could do. You would call your coworker, but you didn't have your phone right now. Unfortunately, you had left it somewhere in the mansion. You could try and camp out in the car all night until the storm let up and then maybe you could walk until you found an establishment to make a phone call, but from your drive up there you already knew that nothing was within walking distance. It seemed the only option was…

Tap. Tap.

You jumped at the sound of something tapping on your car window. You saw someone standing outside, looking at you through the window and you knew it had to be one of the men from inside the mansion. You contemplated on whether you should speak to him for a moment before finally rolling down your window a little.

It was the blonde one. Felix.

He smiled at you but it didn't make your heart skip a beat like it did the first time you met him. You didn't trust that smile anymore.

“Are you alright?” he asked, whilst holding onto an umbrella for dear life due to the storm. “The weather is pretty gnarly. Everyone inside is worried about you.”

“They are?” you asked in complete disbelief.

“Yeah, they are,” he answered, looking genuinely concerned. He sighed as he bent down to look you in the eyes and you gulped feeling slightly flustered by the eye contact. “Look, I think maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Why don't you come inside and we can start over.”

Last time you were invited inside by him, you were tricked. But you also had to acknowledge that you were in a pretty bad situation, right now.

Felix tried again. “Come on. You don't want to stay out here all night, alone in this storm, do you? Look, we promise we won't do anything that you don't want. No harm will come to you.”

You stayed put, staring at him, looking for any signs of deceit, but found none. You tore your eyes away from his to think for a moment. His eyes could be really convincing to the point of making you do irrational things like now, for instance. You were honestly beginning to consider his offer again.

It was his last plea that did it for you.

“Please?” He added with his big orbs gaping at you and you instantly folded.

You sighed, reluctantly, and nodded. “Okay.”

Immediately, his megawatt smile came back. He opened your car door for you and helped you out, bringing you under the umbrella he was holding. “Don't worry. I promise we're not nearly as bad as you think.”

With that, you two headed back up the long driveway, and up the steps of the front of the mansion where you could see three figures waiting inside with the door open.

The closer you got, you could see it was both the two youngest and the one who looked like a squirrel in the face, all standing at the door, waiting for you.

“Hey! You decided to stay,” the squirrel said, excitedly as he ushered you inside. “Don't worry. This is going to be the best sleepover you ever had.”

“Good job, Felix. I see you convinced our little human friend to come back.” the cold looking, Minho said as he walked up to you guys with his arms folded over his chest, instantly reminding you of your situation right now where you were the only human in a mansion full of thirsty vampires.

You cleared your throat before replying in a small voice, “Um…only for the night until the storm eases up.”

“Of course.” Felix agreed immediately. “And we don't want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. We're not going to make you do anything you don't want to. We just want you to know that the offer still stands.”

“The offer?” you repeated, quizzically. “You mean…”

“Yes. I won't beat around the bush,” he answered before you could finish that thought. “We would all very much still like to drink from you.”

You shook your head, not understanding. "Why me?"

You didn't see yourself as anything special. After all, you were just a measly pizza delivery person. Why would they pick you out of the thousands of people in town?

“I'm just a pizza delivery driver,” you finished.

"Do you know what your blood type is?” you suddenly heard another voice come from somewhere in the room, and turned in that direction. It was the leader of the clan. Bang Chan, if you remembered correctly. His dark figure was standing on the opposite side of the room, near the bottom of the stairs.

You shake your head in response to his question. You had never gotten a blood test or donated blood in all your life. In all your years, you had barely even gone to the hospital all that much. No check ups, no serious illnesses, no severe injuries. Nothing. So you had no clue.

Chan nodded, and hummed in thought. “What do you know about H-deficient blood?”

You frowned and shrugged. “I don't even know what that is.”

His brows raised in surprise at that response. “Humans…” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “You're so completely unaware of just how rare you are.”

What did that mean? You wondered, but when you vocalized your confusion it just came out as, “Huh?”

From across the room, his eyes locked on yours and he began to slowly walk towards you while giving you a little lesson in blood classification as he did. “H-deficient blood. It's known to be the rarest blood type in the world. Literally, only a couple hundred people in the entire world possess it.” He pauses as he finally comes to stop in front of you before adding. “And you're one of those people.”

Your breath stopped as he stared at you with his pitch black eyes, holding your entire being in them. You watched as his orbs slowly traveled down your face, the length of your neck, your collar bone, and your torso until they finally stopped at your arm. You looked down at your limb, curiously, and he gestured towards your arm, as if silently asking permission. Instinctively, you brought your hand up to him and the corner of his mouth turned up.

Chan took your arm and smelled it. While doing so, his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as if he was getting a whiff of the most delectable meal ever.

You clenched your teeth in response and squeezed your legs together surprised at just how much of a turn on that was.

This seemed to pique the interest of all the vampires around you as multiple gasps erupted around the room. You noticed Chan’s eyes begin to take on a darker shade, instantly, if that were even possible. The pupils were expanding causing the entirety of his eyes to turn opaque. You also noticed tiny little dark veins beginning to peek through his pale skin around his eyes.

You went rigid but still felt intrigued.

If there was any slight doubt within you as to whether they were really vampires or not, all suspicions were completely gone now.

“Every vampire,” Chan began to explain, although it looked like it pained him to do so as he kept your wrist close to his nose, inhaling. He breathed in deeply. “Has a specific fixation for a certain blood type. Our two youngest, Seungmjn and Jeongin, specifically like A type because it is sweet to them while Hyunjin and Jisung prefer B type because it is sour. Felix here, likes AB because it is a mix of sweet and salty flavor. And Changbin, Minho and I all prefer the bitter taste of O blood. So, you see, we usually can never all feed together but instead, do so in small groups.”

His eyes parted from your wrist as they fixated on you again.

“But then there's one other special type of blood, also known as H-deficient that all vampires crave because of its taste, also known as Umami. It's the most savory and the rarest blood type that all vampires covet but only a few of us ever get to taste because of its rarity.”

His pearly white canines show again as he grins. “Who knew that we would find an H-deficient human in a small town, working in a Domino's of all places.”

You stayed deathly still as you pondered what all of this meant. H-deficient? Umami? Rare? You were all of these things? It just didn't seem right to you. You had never been considered special by any means. Were they absolutely sure they had the right person?

“I can assure you that it's you we've been searching for.” Chan said as if reading your mind and you stiffened in response at being found out causing him to chuckle.

“Oh honey, your expressions are just really easy to read.”

You purse your lips as you ponder over what he just said, something sticking out to you.

“Searching?” you repeat, curiously.

He nods. “We've been hunting for someone who possesses the rare blood type with the help of our talented Felix. You see, our Lixie is a tracker, meaning he has the strongest senses of us all. He was able to sense you the moment we moved into town even despite how far you were. Once we realized that there was someone in town with this special blood type, it was about tracking you specifically after that. Your scent was everywhere. It lingered all over town due to your delivery job. But one day, Felix tracked you all the way to your place of employment. That's when we knew we had to make an order.”

You stood, gaping in shock as he revealed everything to you. You had thought it odd at how casual they were with using your name despite you never having even met them before, but you knew now it was because they already knew you. Because they had been following you, or, tracking you, to be more specific. This wasn't just a random chance delivery. They'd probably been planning this night the moment they found out where you worked. And now they were ready to feed.

Chan continued. "As I said earlier. we're more than willing to make it worth your while if you choose to stay the night with us. If one thousand isn't enough, we can supply you with more. H-deficient is so worth it and for the first time, we could all feed together."

"Wait,” you pulled away from him since he still had your arm in his grasp. You didn't miss his frown as you did so. “Do you mean that you all want to feed from me? Like, all at once? Wouldn't that kill me?"

The frown that had made its way onto Chan's features was quickly replaced by a smile once again.

"Yes, I suppose if we were all to feed on your body, at once, it would kill you,” he said while looking amused like he wasn't all that opposed to that idea. “But you need not to worry because you see, we are a civilized clan,” he says while gesturing to his clan members around the room. “We'll each take turns. And because your blood satisfies us all, for the first time, we can all feed with whoever. We'd also make sure to give you the utmost care. We always take care of our donors. Whatever accommodations you need we can supply them. We want to make sure this is just as pleasurable an experience for you as it is to us. As a thanks to you for feeding us, that is, if you so choose, your comfort is our top most priority.”

You stared at him in silence for a moment and then looked around the room at all the hungry vampires, each silently awaiting your answer. You looked away.

“And what if I don't want to?” you asked carefully. “Will you throw me out?” Or worse…you added inwardly.

“No sweetheart,” Chan answered with a slightly teasing tone. “If that's your choice then we will respect that. As I mentioned before, we are a civilized clan that takes care of our donors. No harm will come unto you while underneath our roof.”

You stood, thinking about the positives you could get out of this situation. They were offering you a thousand dollar tip, after all. That was way more than you ever made in a month. Plus, you still couldn't deny that they were all pretty damn hot. An entire night with eight gorgeous vampires didn't seem all that bad especially if they were promising you full accommodations. And who knew? Maybe if this turned out okay, you could even have them as regular customers. This is what you had wanted, isn't it? To score big tips with rich customers.

After a few more silent moments of deliberation, you finally sighed and nodded.

“Okay. I'm willing to try this with you all. But I've never done anything like this, so I can't promise how I'll react to being bitten.”

“Don't worry about it, babe,” suddenly said the dark, long-haired one you already forgot the name of. “All of us are more than experienced. We've been hunting and feeding for decades. We'll make sure you're comfortable.”

Chan nodded, agreeing with his clan member before turning to you again.

You nodded as well. “Okay,” you agreed, finally. “Then I'm in. I'll do it.”

“Great!” Chan said, seeming eerily happy but that may have just been you. Everything he did seemed to throw you off a bit.

Then suddenly, in the blink of any eye, you found yourself whisked off back to the dining room once again. You looked down and realized you were seated at the head of the dining table just as you were before only this time, instead of a silver covered dish in front of you, there was now a sheet of paper that looked old based on how yellowed, and crumpled it was.

The handwriting on it was so small you could barely make it out. Not that you really could even if it was all in legible writing for it was all written in Korean.

“This is just an old confidential agreement,” Chan informed as he came up beside you. “For protection. We need your word that you will not disclose anything that happens while you are in our care.”

“Oh, of course,” you agreed. That made sense. They were vampires after all, and surely didn't want their business all over town. Not that you thought anyone would believe you even if you did go around town telling everyone you knew. You looked up at him. “Do you have a pen?”

He shook his head. “That's not how you will sign.”

You frowned as he pulled out a needle point pin. “Your blood will be the signature.”

“Oh,” was your shocked reply.

He gestured to your hand, and you slowly brought it up to him.

He held the palm of your hand in his larger, veiny ones. He looked down at your seated frame. “Are you sure you're ready for this, y/n?”

“Y-yes,” you stuttered, slightly anxious, but still excited.

“Well then…” with that, he pricked your index finger with the needle, then pinched your finger thus, causing a little bulb of red liquid to form at the tip.

Your breath hitched as you watched his hands squeeze your finger tip, continuously drawing more blood. You noticed the dark veins around his black eyes coming back with a vengeance, making him look more sinister with each passing moment and you gulped. He must have had a good deal of self control despite how much your blood seemed to entice him.

“There. Now you can sign.” You noticed his voice was about an octave deeper than he previously sounded only a moment ago.

Taking your index finger, you signed along the black line at the bottom of the page. When finished, Chan squeezed your finger once again, this time letting a little drop of blood fall onto the sheet of paper. He then takes your thumb, and presses it into the red liquid, making a thumbprint.

He smiles. “Perfect.”

Immediately, he takes away the sheet and rolls it up, before pocketing it. He then glances down at you and frowns. “Do you want to get out of those wet clothes?”

You look down at your uniform all wrinkled, and wet from being outside in the pouring rain. You then look back at him and nod. “Please.”

Chan looks towards his clan members, all scattered around the table, some seated, some standing but each of them focused on you and nudges his head at them.

Instantly, two of them stand and move over to you. You remember them as the two youngest.

“Seungmin and Jeongin will show you to your room and help you get situated,” Chan says and you're immediately helped from your chair and guided by the two out of the dining room, but before you leave, Chan calls you one more time.

“And y/n?”

You turn around and look at him.

He smiles, and for the first time, you realize he has dimples as this smile seems more genuine than all the others he had given you that night so far.

“Thank you for choosing to stay with us. We promise this will be a night you'll never forget.”

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The Delivery: A SKZ Halloween Story (Part II)

~Masterlist~

part I / part III

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summary: You are a pizza delivery driver for none other than the popular Domino's Pizza. However, because it is Halloween night, the orders your store has been receiving have been rather...interesting, to say the least. But little did you know you were currently on your way to deliver to your most unpredictable guests of the night...

genre: attempted spooky and eerie vibes; Halloween, comedy, general fluff; supernatural

pairing: Stray Kids X GN! Reader

word count: 4.1K

a/n: Hi everyone! I wish it hadn't taken me so long to get this posted, but anyways, Happy Halloween! 🎃

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Boom!

Crack!

Roar!

Your eyes shot wide open at the roaring sound of thunder but upon opening them, all you could see was... black.

All you could see was a black void that wouldn't end, that is, until your sleepy eyes began to slowly adjust to the darkness of the room you were currently in.

You breathed slowly as you tried to clear your brain fog and remember where you were at. It wasn't until you felt a mattress underneath you that you realized you were currently lying on a bed in an unfamiliar room.

Instantly, you shot straight up at the realization.

Your head moved in every direction as you tried to take in the surroundings of the dark room you were in. It was nearly pitch black, the only sliver of light in the room coming from the lightning that flickered through the curtains of the window adjacent to you.

Boom! Crack! Roar!!!!

From the sound of it, the rain hadn't let up since it was still storming outside. You felt exhausted even despite the fact that you had clearly slept. In addition, you could feel a dull ache in the back of your head which you massaged to try and soothe; however, as you rubbed at it, it was then that you realized why it was probably sore in the first place.

A sudden flashback popped into your head. It was images of you attempting to make a pizza delivery to eight young men right before you...fainted?

You paused in massaging your head as the scenes started to replay in your mind of you driving up to the large mansion, of the guy from the intercom asking you to meet him at the back of the house, of his bright, unthreatening smile that turned out to be just a trick to lure you inside. And him calling out to the rest of his friends who trapped you in like prey as well as what they had said just before you had passed out.

Good job, Felix! This one’s definitely cuter than the last one we had.

I just hope this one tastes better than the last one, too...

BOOM!

The thunder roared again causing you to jump out of the bed in fright.

Realizing for the first time that you were still in your Dominos uniform, you felt your pockets for your phone but it wasn't there. You even felt on the bed, too, just to see if it was there but it wasn't there either.

Once you realized you had no phone to contact anyone for help, you moved on to your next plan.

Escape.

Before your brain could even catch up with what your body was doing, your legs were already moving you to the opposite end of the room towards the door.

You didn't know whose room you were in or how you had gotten there, but you knew where you were going. You were going to get the hell out of that house!

Coming up to the door, you reached to turn the knob only to be morbidly surprised when the damn door wouldn't budge even a little.

You halted for a moment and stared at it in confusion. Trying again, you fidgeted with the knob but it still wouldnt turn.

"Oh. Come on!" you groaned as you began to realize that it was probably locked from the outside or lodged shut by something. "Open! Open! Open!"

In desperation, you gripped the knob with both hands and began to jiggle it with vigor but your attempts were futile. The door wouldn't budge, at all.

You sighed in defeat as you let go of the knob, and stepped away from the door.

There had to be another way out, you figured.

BOOM! CRACK! ROAR!

You turned and looked at the window, illuminated due to the flashes of lightning from the thunderstorm. That's when you realized your second means of escape.

The window!

Heading straight for it, instead, you peered out the window only to see you were high up which meant you were going to have to jump down to escape. It was a risk you were willing to take though.

You attempted to lift the window up from the bottom pane only to find that just like the door knob, it wouldn't budge either. Once you noticed the lock on the window, you figured maybe that was the reason it wouldn't open, but even when you tried to pull the lock, you realized it was stuck as if it was wielded shut.

But that wasn't going to stop you. With hellbent determination you continued to pull at the lock. You were going to get that lock open no matter what even if it was the last thing you d-

"You can try to escape all you want..."

"AHHH!"

On impulse, you had screamed, startled from the unexpected sound of a low voice from somewhere behind you within the dark room. Immediately, you spun around to try to see who it was that spoke only to be greeted with the same black void. It was just too dark to see. Regardless, the low voice continued...

"But I guarantee you won't be getting out of here alive that way."

You swallowed hard.

Then suddenly, with the sound of a soft "click," the once dark room illuminated with dim light and you found yourself faced with the person to whom the voice belonged to.

A young man with long dark hair sat on the other side of the room, seated in a lounge chair, one leg casually crossed over the other, his chin placed in the palm of his left hand and his right holding the beaded string to the tall lamp right beside the chair he sat in.

You stared in shock at the young man who, on the other hand, looked at you with an indecipherable expression. Only the large bed placed in the center of the room between the two of you kept you both apart.

ROAR!

It took you a minute of staring at the young male across the room from you before it finally registered in your brain what he had just told you.

“What do you mean I won’t be getting out of here alive that way?” you asked through gritted teeth, aggravated by what he was implying. In fact, you were so aggravated that you didn’t even let him respond when he opened his mouth to speak, cutting him off instead, to blurt out, “No, wait. Who are you and where the hell am I?”

When he opened his mouth to speak again, you cut him off in all your fury.

“You guys all tricked me!” you yelled, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Your blond friend. He did this! This is kidnapping! You’ll all go to jail for this!”

“Jail?” he repeated, sounding offended, but not really. In fact, he sounded more amused than anything. “Now is that any way to talk about the people who took in a poor, drenched, and stranded pizza delivery person and invited them into their home for the night?" His thick lips spread into a lopsided smile.

“Stranded?” you repeated, doubtfully. “What are you talking about? My car was fine when I got here.”

The young man shook his head thus causing a few tendrils of his long hair to fall into his face. "There was an accident on the town bridge. It's closed down for the night. Your co-worker had messaged you to make sure you were okay.” Your eyes widened when you noticed him begin to pull out your phone from the pocket of his pants. “Luckily, your nice customers were more than willing to keep you for the night until the storm clears up and the bridge is open again. Your co-worker thinks you're in safe hands."

"You guys lied to my co-worker?" you asked in disbelief.

The young man looked up to the ceiling, momentarily as if he were thinking your question over. “Technically, we didn’t lie,” he responded before letting his dark eyes land back on you. “You are welcome to stay here if you so choose.”

After everything that had happened to you this evening, this did not sound like a good idea to you in any way, shape, or form. “Why would I want to stay here? You and your friends kidnapped me and then you just said I was gonna die if I tried to escape.”

The young man rolled his eyes. "No, I said you wouldn’t make it out alive that way if you chose to jump from the window.” He then used his head to gesture over to the window you were trying to escape from earlier. “This mansion is three stories high.”

At this news, you frowned. "Oh."

You must have miscalculated how high up you were when you looked out the window.

"But that still doesn't change the fact that you and your friends all tricked me just to lure me into the house!" you continued.

This got a chuckle from the young man and he nodded, before agreeing. "Guilty."

Something about his nonchalant manner ticked you off a little bit.

"Why?" you asked, suspicious.

“Well…” The young man had started to respond but he would stop by the sound of heavy footsteps steadfastly approaching the door. Then, before you knew it, the door to the room would suddenly burst open and slam into the wall behind it. You jumped at the sudden intrusion. Then, immediately following the sound of the door slamming into the wall was a voice even more booming than the thunder outside.

"Hyunjin, what the hell is taking so long!” the voice that belonged to another young man demanded upon him entering the room. “Everyone downstairs can sense that y/n's awake."

The first thing you noticed about the intruder was that he was stocky like a linebacker. Broad shoulders, big arms, and an even bigger, muscled chest. He looked like he could crush you like a twig if he wanted.

Stocky guys’ attention turned to you once he saw you standing on the opposite side of the room and he fixed you with a harsh expression cold enough to freeze hell over. He then looked back over at the young man who you now knew was apparently named Hyunjin.

"Why haven't you brought them down yet?"

Hyunjin had already moved out of the chair he had been seated in as he made his way over to Stocky guy. "Sorry. This one's a little hot headed. Lots of questions, too."

Now that they were standing next to each other, you could see how differently they were built. Hyunjin was built much more modelesque as he seemed to stand about a head taller than Stocky guy, but was also much slimmer like not a single ounce of meat was on him. Despite their differences, both men were definitely handsome, that was for sure.

Just at the thought, immediately, you shut your eyes and cringed. You could’ve face-palmed yourself in that moment for admiring the both of them despite your current situation. Wasn’t letting yourself admire their beauty enough to let your guard down what got you in trouble in the first place?

"Hot headed, huh?" Stocky guy asked, curiously, looking back at you. "Minho will like that." He then began to move towards your side of the room, hand stretched out towards you like he was going to grab for you.

"Come on. We should go meet the others before they get any rowdier. Seungmin is getting on Minho's nerves and now he's about ready to toss him across the dining room if he doesn't get to eat soon."

You assumed they were talking about the pizza you had delivered to them earlier but you didn't see why they would need you for that.

"Actually, I should go,” you moved back before the Stocky guy could reach you. You then turned to the young man named Hyunjin. “You said I could stay if I wanted, right? Well, I thank you for the offer, but I think I should be getting on out of here. All I need is my phone and..."

"You're not going anywhere…" Stocky guy said suddenly.

"Excuse me?" you asked, raising your brows.

He then turned to Hyunjin. "You told y/n that they could leave? You know the guys will never let that happen."

Hyunjin smirked, then answered with a shrug of his shoulders. "I was just trying to get on y/n's good side first, so that maybe they would choose to stay instead."

"Well either way no one is going to let y/n leave so we might as well be upfront," Stocky guy said. "Especially after how long it took to find someone who would satisfy everyone's cravings."

That last little remark stuck out to you causing you to frown in confusion which you voiced aloud. "What?"

Both males glanced at you but before anyone could answer, another male suddenly appeared in the doorway. It was starting to become a party.

"Guys, everyone wants to know what's taking so long…" He paused once he noticed you standing in the corner of the room. "Ah, so you are awake."

Unlike when Stocky guy had come bursting through the door, this young man's voice was much softer in comparison.

"Don't worry, Innie," Hyunjin told the young male. "We're coming down now."

Again, Stocky guy began to make his way over to you, but you shook your head.

"No. I don't want to go," you refused, moving back only to stumble once the back of your legs hit something and you realized you had backed yourself into a nightstand. "I don't want to meet anyone. I just wanna leave."

No one said anything. Instead, the three guys all looked at one another and seemed to have some silent agreement as each of them nodded in unison.

The next thing you knew you were being picked up like you were nothing more than a rag doll and were being thrown over Stocky guy's broad shoulders.

"Hey! Ah! What the hell? Let me down?!" You screamed incessantly as Stocky guy continued to completely invade your personal space and carried you out the room, followed along by the other two males. "Did you not hear me? I said I want to leave!"

You attempted to bang on the back of Stocky guy but it had no effect on him, at all. Not only that but it was actually more painful for your fists to hit him considering how rock hard his muscled back was, so you chose to flail, and scream instead.

But still, no one paid your screams any attention as they brought you down an especially long flight of stairs. Seriously, despite your screams you might as well have been whispering because no one gave the slightest indication that they gave a shit what you had to say.

Even being upside down, thrown over Stocky guy's shoulders, as you took in your surroundings you could see how extravagant the mansion was. You knew whoever these people were they must be filthy rich.

You were eventually brought into a dining room at an especially long wooden table and plopped down in a chair at the very end of the table.

Once seated, you straightened yourself up and looked around the table. You saw four of the seats were already occupied but once the three remaining men took their seats as well, the entire table along with you in addition, was filled.

However, something about this didn't sit right with you. Before you had passed out earlier that night, you knew for sure you had counted eight men, so that meant one of them was missing.

But what surprised you even more was who was seated beside you.

Felix! You recognized the pretty blond, instantly, remembering the name one of the guys had used just before you had passed out.

"You!"

He seemed amused that you recognized him because he flashed you with that same innocent but bright smile that had tricked you into trusting him enough to walk into a house full of strangers.

"Hello, love," he said with that familiar deep voice that had definitely stood out to you the first time you heard it through the intercom. He was still grinning at you, and under different circumstances you definitely would have sat there and admired his beaming smile all night long because he really was just that pretty, but you knew better than to fall for it this time.

"You tricked me!" You yelled at him before turning to the rest of the table. "You all tricked me and kidnapped me! You'll go to jail for this!"

"Well, this one seems hot headed," you heard one of them mutter, causing your head to snap in their direction which was at the opposite end of the table. You took notice of a man who, despite his rather handsome features, looked stone cold. In fact, he looked a bit intimidating as he let his dark eyes roam your frame, unabashedly.

His elbows were propped up on the table and his hands were clasped together as they held up his chin. A small smirk seemed to be peeking through his stone features though.

"Ah, kidnapped is such a strong word, don'tcha think, y/n?" Another one of them spoke saying your name in a manner that was a little bit too familiar considering you had just met them all that night under rather uncomfortable circumstances. The one who spoke was a young man with big, round eyes and slightly puffy cheeks that resembled something that of a squirrel.

"Jisung is right," Felix finished in response, nodding to his friend before turning back to you. "Remember you entered the house, willingly."

You stared at him incredulously. "Only because you tricked me!"

At this, he chuckled and repeated the same thing Hyunjin had said to you earlier. "Guilty!"

You bit your lip to try and refrain from yelling a slur of curses at him.

What is this? you wondered. A joke to them all?

At that moment you didn't care how gorgeous he or any of these guys were. You wanted to go off on all of them!

But it would be the sound of another low voice, close enough to be right above your ear that would cause every curse you planned to hurl at the boys to die in your throat.

"We may have tricked you to come inside," your breath hitched as you heard the person speak from right behind and with every word you felt their breath tickle the tip of your ear. "But I can assure you that we are all more than willing to make it worth your while."

Following immediately, you looked up to see yet another young man hovering above you. You knew this had to be the eighth person that you had noted as missing from the table a moment ago. He looked down at you before letting his eyes fall on the rest seated at the table. The room was completely silent now.

"How?" You asked the man, skeptical.

In response, he flashed his pearly white canines at you, a stark contrast to the nearly jet black eyes that sat just a couple inches above them. You didn't know what it was but something about his smile made you feel a little uneasy.

"Well, we should probably start with proper introductions, first, right?" His dark eyes scanned everyone at the table and they all seemed to agree. He turned back to you.

"Y/n, welcome to the SKZ mansion," he began as he stretched out his arms to gesture to the mansion. "My name is Bang Chan and I'm the oldest among the eight of us. The second eldest is Minho, followed by Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin, the youngest."

Chan had gestured to himself and to each member at the table as he introduced them all.

He then continued. "I'll cut straight to the chase. The eight of us would like to formally invite you to prepare dinner for us this evening. You see, pizza actually isn't our…taste. Truthfully, each of our tastes is rather...unconventional, to say the least, but if you are willing to stick around and make us an exquisite feast, we will supplement you with a rather hefty monetary sum."

Your brows shot straight up.

"Are you serious?" you asked bewildered. "You want to pay me to cook dinner for you all?"

Is that what this is really all about? you wondered as your mind filled with questions. Is this what they were talking about in the room earlier?

Stocky guy, apparently named Changbin, had mentioned something about you "satisfying everyone's cravings" but what did that mean? And what possessed them to think you were a chef by any means? And they had unconventional tastes? The most exquisite thing you could make was ramen noodles and even that you messed up sometimes. You could hardly be trusted to make something extravagant.

But all your worries about cooking quickly disappeared as one of them answered, "Cooking won't be necessary." It was the stone-cold looking one. Minho, if you remembered correctly. "Just the preparation."

You nodded, still feeling unsure of everything.

Scratching at the back of your head you voiced the next question that popped into your mind. "Just how much money are you offering?"

Chan stared at you for a moment with a smirk. He seemed to be pleased with something but you had no idea what about. He moved to the corner of the dining room where a cart with a covered plate sat on it. He picked up the plate with the silver cover on it and brought it over to you, placing it down right in front of you.

His arm came around your frame to lift the cover off the plate and your eyes feasted on a stack of cash thicker than a block of cheddar.

"One thousand," Chan said.

Your eyes widened twice their normal size at the sight of the money.

A one thousand dollar tip? you thought. Just to prepare some food? This had to be too good to be true. Surely there was a catch.

As a relatively broke student working their way through college and surviving on minimum wage plus tips from your delivery job, there wasn't much you wouldn’t do for extra tip money. In fact, that was partially the reason for the predicament you were in right now but even despite how desperate you were even you had your limits.

Just what did they want you to "prepare," exactly?

With this thought in mind, you asked them just that and you were mildly surprised by the answer you received.

"Yourself," Chan said simply.

Your head tilted to the side in utter confusion as you stared up at him. "Ex...cuse me?"

Then suddenly, Chan bent down so that his head was level with yours and you sucked in your breath, holding onto it for dear life. He was less than an inch away from your face as he looked square into your eyes as he spoke without an ounce of amusement.

"We want you, y/n," he said definitively leaving no room for confusion as to what he meant. He looked at the rest of the guys at the table. "You see, we are not humans. We are a vampire clan…"

You felt your heart rate speed up as you looked at everyone else at the table as well only to notice that everyone's eyes were now feasting on you, looking like they were ready for their meal right this instant.

Chan turned back to face you as he continued. "And what we each have a taste for…" He paused in his speech as let those black, black eyes of his tilt downward to land on your exposed neck.

"...is you."

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me vibing to skz, ignoring all my problems.

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a true gift to the world

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stay hydrated 😊 for @bumblebinnie

Bonus: relatable

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is it in slow motion or is that just my heart eyes 😍

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unveil track #4: ‘TOPLINE’ ft. Tiger JK

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SEUNGMIN in ‘FNF’ unveil

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[skz code] time out pt.3: lee know & changbin

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SEUNGMIN in ‘DLC’ unveil

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Lee Know // UNVEIL : TRACK 1 "DLC"

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★★★★★ (5-STAR) || UNVEIL TRACK 1: DLC (Dance Like Crazy) ⁘ Bang Chan

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Take The Blame (Lee Felix Fic)

Summary: After a food fight breaks out between you and his friends, Lee Felix, the most popular guy at your arts academy, wants to know the truth about why you took the blame when you weren't even the one who started it, but you have no intentions on telling him the truth about why you did.

Genre: Nonidol! AU, Academy! AU, Fluff, Comfort, Cooking Class, Closed-off Reader, Reader is kinda mean to Felix at first, Felix wants to open Reader's heart ❤️

♡Pairing: Lee Felix X GN! Reader

Words: 7K

Warnings: mentions of food, mentions of bullying

Lmk if there's anything else

A/N: Felix likes baking, I like baking, and that's how this short story came about. If you like this story, lmk. Reblogs are always appreciated 🙏 Thanks~~<3

"Why did you take the blame for starting the food fight in class earlier today?"

At the unexpected sound of the familiar deep voice that suddenly piped up from behind you, you whipped your head around, but once you saw who it was, you quickly turned back around and went back to what you were originally doing which was scrubbing down one of the dirty kitchen counters of your Home Economics classroom.

“What are you doing here?” you grumbled out in a surly manner, before grimacing at the sound of your shaky voice. You really hated how pathetic you sounded, but you couldn’t help it. After what had happened earlier that day in class, you were in a pissy mood, and your eyes were filled to the brim with hot tears that threatened to spill over and down your cheeks if you so much as blinked. 

With all that in mind, you really didn't want to see his face at the moment and you definitely didn't want to cry in front of him, so you kept your eyes focused on what you were doing. 

Honestly, you wished he would just go away, but he seemed to have other plans. 

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that question?" You heard him ask as you continued scrubbing the counter, albeit with a little more force than necessary but that's just how upset you were. You heard him continue. "What are you doing here? You weren't even the one who started the fight, so why did you take the blame?" 

"Just go away, Felix," you griped, not wanting to deal with your persistent classmate, but again, he had other plans. 

"No," he refuted, much to your annoyance. "You've been telling me and my friends to 'go away' since day one. Now you're here, by yourself, crying over something you didn't even do that was our fault? So, why?"

You didn't answer him. You thought that maybe if you didn't respond and left him talking to himself then maybe he would take the hint and leave but you should've known better. This was the ever persistent Lee Felix, after all. 

"I mean, that's a bit masochistic of you, don't you think?" you heard him continue before he paused as a new thought seemed to come to him. "Wait! That's it, isn't it? Are you a masochist, y/n?"

You rolled your eyes, irritated by his idiotic question which caused your sarcastic side to come out. 

"You know what? You're right. I'm a masochist," you replied, callously, momentarily stopping to glare at him who was standing in the doorway of the classroom, before going back to finish scrubbing the counter that was now almost polished sparkling clean due to you using so much force. "I like to torture myself by taking the blame for pretty-faced, dumbass boys like you, even for things I didn't even do." 

Once you finished scrubbing the counter, you turned to face him. "Are you happy now? Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Your classmate, Felix, who was still standing in the doorway, now blinked big, innocent-looking eyes at you that actually almost made you feel guilty for being so hostile towards him even though he deserved it. 

"No," he answered, more soberly now. "Not if it's not true, which I don't think it is..."

You rolled your eyes again, not bothering to reply to his comment, and went back to cleaning. You moved to the next counter that was covered in some questionable brown gunk and sprayed it with cleaner before scrubbing it down, but as you did so, you felt Felix's eyes watching your every move from his position in the doorway. 

You seriously hoped he would just give up and  leave if you continued to ignore him, but after a few minutes of feeling his eyes watching your every move as you moved around the classroom cleaning, annoyed, you finally decided to address him.

"Uh…are you just going to stand there and stare at me all day?" You asked, annoyed by his presence. 

"Yes," he said, frankly, with a shrug of his shoulders. "I will until you tell me the truth." 

You winced at him before turning back to scrub yet another dirty counter. There was dried food scum all over it thanks to the food fight that happened earlier that day in class. 

"You must have a lot of free time," you grumbled out while scrubbing furiously. 

"Today I do," you heard him respond. "I would've been busy all afternoon cleaning our Home Ec room, but a certain someone took care of that by taking the blame for a food fight they didn't even start, so…"

As he trailed in his sentence, you knew that his extra emphasis on the word "someone" was referring to you but you ignored it.

"Fine," you said as you continued to clean. "Stare all you want. I don't care."

As far as you were concerned, he could stare all day until his eyes fell out of their sockets. He still wasn't getting a peep out of you. 

But you were surprised when he suddenly entered the classroom and sat himself down in a chair at one of the clean counters you had already scrubbed. You watched in surprise as he made himself comfortable and did just as you said; however, you continued to ignore him as you went back to cleaning while he quietly watched you from across the room, but he must have gotten a little bored because he eventually took out his phone and started tinkering with it. 

You had to admit, your yellow-haired classmate sure was stubborn, but you could be just as stubborn, so you refused to engage with him as you just moved around the food infested classroom, cleaning it spotless but even then, he still didn't leave. In fact, he even pulled out some homework, eventually. 

You couldn't believe he was actually sticking around. You had been kind of joking when you told him that he could sit and stare for as long as he wanted but you didn't think he would really do it.

Regardless, you were so engrossed in cleaning, and he had been so quiet the entire time you did so, that you barely heard him when he did finally speak up. In fact, you didn't even realize that it was you he was talking to until you looked up at him and saw him staring at you with those big innocent eyes again.

"Do you know?" He asked you now. 

You didn't. 

"What?" you questioned unsurely. You didn't even know what he was talking about. 

He then glanced down at the paper in front of him. 

"It's question number five of our homework," he explained before reading the question. "Which term describes the process by which gluten absorbs moisture and becomes firmer?" 

He then looked back at you again. "Do you know?"

You blinked at him, a little stupefied by his question but still answered. "Uh...that's coagulation…" 

Instantly, Felix's face lit up. "Ah, right! I forgot about that." You watched as he turned his attention back to his homework and scribbled down something on his paper.

You, on the other hand, just shook your head, still irritated by his presence and now even more irritated by his lack of understanding of the basics of baking. 

And yet this is the same guy who got a better grade on his baking dish than I did, you thought with contempt for your blond classmate. 

"Dumbass," you muttered under your breath, but through the silence of the classroom, Felix must have heard your ridicule of him because you heard him snap his tongue in response. 

"Y/N, why do you hate me so much?" He suddenly asked you. 

"Because you're annoying," you answered, not missing a beat, while you now moved on to washing the stacks of dirty dishes piled near one of the sinks. You didn't even bother looking up at him as you started to clean, knowing it was going to take you at least an hour to wash them all.

"I'm annoying?" He repeated, incredulously, obviously offended. "That's it?! That's not a reason to hate someone especially to the point of trying to sabotage their dish-"

As you were cleaning dishes while listening to Felix go off on you, you hadn't been expecting him to bring up the incident that helped to start this entire fight between you two in the first place, so when he began to bring up the time you had tried to ruin one of his recipes for class, it caused you to flare up for a second.

You stopped washing as you began to yell, "THAT'S BECAUSE-" but you caught yourself and stopped yourself from yelling. You released a long exhale as you calmed yourself down before speaking in a much more mild tone although you were still tense. 

"I only did that because I was desperate,” you admitted. “You and your stupid friends were completely taking over the class. I only did what I had to do." 

"But that's so shitty!” he scolded you. “What did I ever do to you besides literally exist that you have it out for me?"

You didn't answer. There was a brief pause between you both as you continued to scrub dishes before he finally spoke again and when he did, it caused you to flare up again. 

"What are you threatened by me?" he asked. 

"Oh, please!” you scoffed, mockingly. You were offended that he would even begin to think that you were worried about his subpar cooking skills (even though there was some slight truth to that fact but you would never admit that). “I'm not worried about the couple stupid little dishes you made getting higher marks than mine. I could out cook you even in my sleep, anyday." 

"Ah! So that's what this is really about,” you heard Felix say as if he had just stumbled upon some great discovery. “You're jealous that the teacher has been giving me higher marks than you."

You shook your head, still ignoring him. "Whatever, Felix. Think what you want.”  

Even though you were nowhere near done cleaning the stacks of dishes, you suddenly turned off the running sink, before drying your hands with a towel and making your way over to the side of the room with your belongings. You picked up your bag and jacket and then began to make your way towards the door to leave. 

"Where are you going?” Felix asked you as his eyes followed your frame move across the room from where he was still seated. “You're not even finished cleaning.” 

"If you won't leave then I will," you said, coldly, as you now headed for the door but you were surprised when all of a sudden, Felix jumped up from his seat and ran in front of you, blocking your way out. You tried to move around him by stepping to the side, but he was faster and stepped right along with you, still blocking the way out. You then tried again, stepping the other way, but again, he was faster.  

"What are you doing?" you gritted out. "Move!"

"No, not until you tell me the truth!” he refuted, as he glared at you, clearly not intending on backing down. “Why do you hate me so much?" 

You sighed, not wanting to deal with him anymore. "Just leave me alone." 

"No! I won't,” he said, still stubborn as ever and clearly determined to get the truth out of you even though you had made it clear through your dismissal of him that you had no intention of telling him anything. He continued in his tirade. “You've been giving me a hard time since the day I stepped foot into this classroom and now you've gone as far as trying to poison my dish!  But then, today you go and take the blame for a food fight you didn't even start. None of what you’re doing or saying makes any sense! There's got to be a reason." 

"Uh! Just shut up!" you snapped and tried to move around him again, but you were stopped when his arm suddenly stretched out and his hand slapped against the frame of the doorsill, thus, creating a physical barrier to keep you inside the room. 

"Not until you tell me the truth," came his stern reply. 

You stared at the pretty blond male standing before you, full of contempt for him.

"Fine,” you gritted out through clenched teeth. If ‘ol “Lixie boy” wanted the truth, he was gonna get the truth. 

“You really wanna know why I hate you?” you asked him and he raised his brows at you, urging you to continue so you did. “You know, you're already super popular. The whole school worships at your feet. You've got everyone, literally, everyone, even the principal, in the palm of your hands! And all you have to do is bat your pretty eyelashes or give them that cute little smile and everyone just loses it!”

You then placed your hand over your chest and gave him a fake smile as you started to mockingly repeat all the compliments that literally everyone on campus always said about him.  

“‘Oh, Felix is so lovely! Oh, Felix has the most beautiful freckles like constellations! Oh, Felix shines brighter than the sun! Oh, Felix is the most beautiful person in the entire world!’" 

You then stopped in your mocking to glare at him again. “It gets on my frickin’ nerves! Especially when you use it to get away with literally everything! But this class, this place, it's my space. Cooking is my thing. A place where I can forget about you and your stupid pretty face and your dumbass friends and just be myself, but you had to come and barge your way into here as well! Like, reigning the rest of our academy wasn't enough for you, you had to come in here, a place where I reign, and take over here, too! And what's worse? You're actually good at it! And you don't even care! You just put shit together that literally looks like they belong in the garbage and yet somehow, whatever you make turns out to be delicious! And now even my favorite teacher worships you for that too!” 

The fact that you had just released a month's worth of pent up stress all in one breath had you breathing heavily but you were glad to have finally gotten all of it off your chest. You then finally finished your outburst in a much more composed manner. “So yes, I hate you, Felix. Because you're annoying and irritating and you won't go away."

The entire time you had been going off on him, Felix had stood quietly, listening to your rant while staring at you, only looking away momentarily, and scratching at the back of his head like he was trying to process all the information you were throwing at him all at once. When you finally finished, he stood gaping at you for a good minute before finally saying, "You think I'm pretty?" 

If he was trying to get a rise out of you, it was working because you felt heat rise within your chest, up your neck, and then up to your cheeks like a volcano. Your entire being was on fire! You clenched your hands into tight fists, just about ready to punch him in his stupid, pretty face. 

"Is that all you heard?!" you grunted out in disbelief.  

Felix chuckled now, seeing how angry you were, and must have figured it was time for him to take you seriously because he put his hands up in a placating stance. "No. I'm only joking, y/n. I’m sorry.” He paused for a moment, before asking, “Well, if you hate me so much then why did you take the blame for the fight?"

You stayed silent, as you were reminded of why you had even taken the blame for him and his dumbass friends in the first place. Just at the reminder, you began to feel the hot tears well up in your eyes again. That's when you moved to try and push past him again, not wanting to tell him, but Felix���s arm was surprisingly strong, as it remained iron-clad to the doorframe, not budging one bit.

You then looked away from him as frustrated tears began to betray you and tip over the edges of your eyes.

Seeing this, Felix relented and he spoke more softly this time in a manner that resembled a person trying to coax a scared kitten out of hiding. "The truth, y/n. Please?"

It worked. Somehow Felix had the ability to make even your closed-off self open up because you bit down on your lip as you finally admitted to him, "I just wanted you and your friends to finally leave me alone." Your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke, but that's honestly as high as you could get it to come out; it hurt to tell the truth. "I was hoping that if I took the blame, then maybe you guys would finally stop making fun of me…"

You felt tears begin to glide down your face, but before they could actually flow down, you quickly wiped them away, still trying to maintain some of your dignity in front of your perfect, blond classmate. 

Felix stared at you, quietly while you avoided eye contact with him. 

"I didn't know what my friends were saying about you bothered you that much," he finally said. "You always put up such a tough act." 

"Can I go now?" You asked, impatiently. You wanted to be anywhere else than here in this room with him. "You got what you wanted. The truth."

The truth. The truth was that a couple of months ago, Lee Felix, the most popular guy at your arts academy, had chosen Home Economics as his elective class for reasons unbeknownst to you, but you didn’t really care why he was there all of a sudden. All you were interested in was getting him out the moment he entered because you knew he didn’t belong there. Culinary arts had been your passion that you took extremely seriously, but the academy didn’t have a proper culinary class; however, they did have Home Economics, and so that's what you had chosen to devote your studies to for the last two years. 

Of course, along with the fact that Home Ec didn’t have the same funding as some of the other art classes, the cooking class was hardly the most popular field of study. Most students chose arts like music or dance which Felix was a master at the latter, thus, gaining him popularity enough to rival that of actual veteran performers in show business. 

With the beauty of a god and natural talent most students would kill for, everyone on campus knew Felix was going to be a star someday. In fact, he already was, especially with his massive following on Tik Tok and just about every other form of social media out there. 

You honestly didn’t care about his immense popularity, though. At least, not as long as you had your own space within the academy which just so happened to be the least popular arts curriculum there, the Home Economics class. You enjoyed cooking, baking, learning new recipes, and all the chef lingo you often saw on cooking channels. Someday, you hoped to go to a proper Culinary arts school to further your studies in the craft; however, your Home Ec class would do for now.   

Then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, for whatever reason, Lee Felix, the most popular guy in your academy, decided to drop in your own little haven on campus and made himself the king of that as well. 

To say you were infuriated would have been an understatement. Aside from yourself, there were only about a dozen other students in the class, but once Felix showed up, this brought along a horde of his friends and even some of his fans as well, which resulted in the class becoming much more crowded. 

Today, the class was fuller than it had ever been in the last two years you had been taking the elective, which actually could have been great for improving funding if the higher-ups could see that students were interested in the course. But his friends proved not to be interested in it at all, only taking it to be with Felix. As a result, they goofed off, and basically just disrespected the place you had made your own personal comfort space. On top of that, because you were one of the very few students who were actually passionate about cooking, this ended up making you the butt of jokes and taunting from some of Felix’s friends who thought you were super uptight. And okay, maybe you were a little uptight, but after having them all suddenly crash your only safe space in the entire academy only to make a complete mockery of it, could you be blamed for being a bit uptight? 

In addition, as if to further irritate you, Felix seemed to be a natural-born chef because everything he made turned out to be complete masterpieces. Everyone in class always went for whatever dish he made, including your Home Ec teacher, who you could quickly tell was beginning to have a new favorite pupil thanks to Felix. He had been given five stars on his last three dishes, while you, on the other hand, had never received more than four. Needless to say, you were a bit jealous. In fact, you were so jealous that every little thing Felix did began to annoy you immensely, making you extra petty. Like you hated when he would borrow ingredients from your table because then he would never give them back! But nothing bothered you more than his stupid friends who all took immense pleasure in rubbing it in your face at how effortlessly better he was at everything you put all your effort into, followed by ridiculing you and making you feel less than. 

They basically just came into class, taunted you for an entire hour, while praising Felix, then they all left together only to come back and do it again the next day. You hated it! Finally you’d had enough. That’s when you had attempted to ruin one of his dishes by sneaking by and adding an ungodly amount of salt to it. 

Unfortunately, one of his friends had caught you in the act, and made a big scene, causing you to get publicly reprimanded by your instructor. From then on, his friends targeted you more viciously. Snide remarks, and taunting from them were a constant, both in and outside of class. Today had been the tip of the iceberg, though. 

This time when one of his friends had made one of their little nasty comments about you, they had followed that comment with squirting barbeque sauce at you, thus dousing you in the thick saucey substance. Although you tended to be on the more reserved side, you were never one to back down from a fight if it meant defending yourself, so you had picked up whatever bottle was nearby and squirted it back at them. But this just caused them to laugh and taunt more as more of his friends tossed food items at you. That’s when someone in the class yelled the two words that started the whole chaos. 

“Food Fight!” 

In the two years you had been taking Home Ec, there had never once been a food fight amongst the students, but that all changed today. What had started off as a little spat between you and Felix’s friends ended up being an entire class affair. Everyone in class got in on the action as food, sauces, liquids, utensils, and whatever else flew throughout the classroom, every which way. 

Your Home Ec teacher, who was completely horrified by the uproar, barely knew how to handle the situation considering this had never happened before. The headmaster had to be called, and your class ended up being questioned on who started the entire charade. No one spoke, that’s when your headmaster threatened your entire class with not only detention for the rest of the semester, but threatened to revoke everyone's admission to the winter formal.   

That's when one of Felix’s friends completely threw you under the bus, saying you were the one who had started the whole fight. You could've fought back, but you knew it would just be your words against theirs and Felix's friends were all against you so they had more power. That's why you decided to take the blame for the whole fight. You thought maybe, just maybe if you did then they might leave you alone. Then, the headmaster took you to his office and gave you your punishment which included not only having to clean up the entire Home Ec room by yourself but mandatory detention for the week.

You took your punishment like a trooper, and stayed long after class was over to clean the Home Ec room by yourself, but you hadn't been expecting the one guy who had been at the center of all this drama to show up in the doorway while you did so. 

Now that everything was out in the open, you had nothing left to give him, so you attempted to move past him one more time, but Felix’s arm didn't budge.

You fixed him with an incredulous stare. 

What's his deal? you wondered. Is he still not satisfied? 

Felix cleared his throat. 

"Look, I'm really sorry, y/n," he began, his voice full of sincerity. "But I want you to know that I never made fun of you, but I also never stopped my friends from doing it either and that's just as bad. So for that I'm truly sorry." 

You stayed still, staring anywhere but his probing eyes. 

He continued. "I don't think you're a nerd or a…a…" 

"A loner and a food snob whose only companion in the entire academy is our Home Ec teacher," you finished for him, repeating what you heard one of his friends say about you. 

The skin under Felix’s pale cheeks turned crimson as he admitted, sheepishly, "Uh…yeah, that…" He then looked back up at you again. "I'll get them to quit picking on you. I promise. But in their defense you did kind of start this whole thing. They're all just as confused as I am as to why you hated all of us so much and for no reason when we first started the class." He then added, "Me especially." 

You looked away not wanting to bring up the reason why. You had already admitted enough for today. You were used to being an incredibly closed-off person. It's how you stayed safe within your academy where you often felt like a fish out of water. You didn't think you could take much more being open and honest for today, but Felix seemed to always have this ability to bring out things you wanted to keep far down within the depths of your soul because what he said next got a rise out of you again. 

"I would've never guessed it was because you were jealous of me," he stated.

"I'm not jealous!" You fired back at him.

"No?" He questioned with feigned innocence before his eyes started to narrow at you rather suspiciously. "Then what was that you were saying about cooking being your thing and this class being the place where you reign until me and my stupid pretty face came in and ruined all that for you?"

You looked away from him again, feeling your cheeks get hot again at having your words about him being pretty thrown right back at you.

"Hm?" Felix pursued but you just bit your lip to try and fight the unwanted grin threatening to betray your features at having been figured out by him. 

"Th-that…" you stuttered not knowing how to respond. 

"That-what?" He repeated, teasingly. He then shocked you when he suddenly asked, "Do you like me, y/n?" 

Your eyes finally met his as you gaped at him at having found out your deepest secret that you always swore you would never admit to anyone, even your own self. 

Yes, although it pained you to do so, even you had to admit that you thought Felix was incredibly cute. He really was. 

His golden hair, although dyed blond, suited him so well it looked like it could've been his natural color. You liked the way his wispy bangs lightly dipped into his bright, shiny eyes and the way his gorgeous smile could put the sun to shame by lighting up any place he stepped into. 

He was just so pretty and what was worse was that he knew it but it wasn't because he was conceited or anything. In fact he was incredibly humble about his looks; it was everyone else who told him so, constantly. 

His friends and his hordes of fans told him. Teachers, and staff adored him. Complete strangers gawked at his beauty. Everyone that came into contact with Felix always ended up smitten with his charming face and personality. 

In addition, he was genuinely kind to just about everyone he met which helped him to earn his reputation. In fact, he had never even been mean to you necessarily, although you two barely spoke to one another outside of cooking class; however, his friends were a whole other story. 

You really wished they would just leave you alone but after months of building tension, the damage between you and his friends was already too deep to just sweep under the rug. A fight was bound to break out between you all at some point. Today just happened to be that day. 

You felt your heart rate go into overdrive now as you both stared at one another in that doorway. You were so stumped by his question that your mind went blank. 

"What?" was all you could say as you continued to stare at him, completely flabbergasted. 

"Do you like me?" He repeated and you suddenly felt compelled to look down at your feet, as if they were the most interesting things in the world but it was what Felix said next that almost caused you to pass out. 

"Because I think I like you." 

To say you were merely surprised at his statement would've been the understatement of the century. 

You were speechless. Dumbstruck. Stupefied. Completely thrown for a loop! You didn't know what to say or what to do, and so you did nothing. You just stayed there quietly, staring down at your shoes. 

Finally, Felix asked, "You're not going to say anything?"

It took you a minute to finally find your voice to be able to speak, but once you did it came out kind of hoarse.

"Why-" You had started to say but paused once the word left your mouth because of how scratchy your throat felt.

Felix then completed your question before you could. 

"Why do I like you?" He asked. "...well…"

But he stopped when you shook your head at him. Finding your voice again, you were able to tell him what you were thinking. 

"I kind of was gonna ask why you decided to take cooking class all of a sudden this semester, but yes, that too." 

Felix sighed at you. "Y/N, you don't even know me or my friends that well. How do you know that I'm not serious about cooking?"

At this, you fixed him with an incredulous stare. "You? Serious about cooking? Yeah, right." 

"I am," he replied, sternly.

"Why?" You asked, your voice still taking on a tone of disbelief. "Because you've found yet another way to get praised by your horde of followers?"

Felix rolled his eyes. 

"No, that's not it," he said frustrated. "Look, I may not be a skilled cook like you but I do like cooking. In fact, I like it a lot. I never expected to when I first got put into this elective, but I do."

"Why?" You asked, genuinely curious. "Why now?"

Felix must have felt confident enough that you wouldn't try to leave the room anymore because he moved past you to walk back into the classroom, only to lean against one of the counters as he looked deep in thought. 

You followed his movements as you turned to face him and listened to what he had to say. 

"I don't know. I kind of always have, but I just didn't know it," he began to explain. "I've always made things for my friends and family. Be it a holiday, or birthday, or any gathering, I've always enjoyed making things for them and seeing them eat my dishes. I think that's what I really enjoy about cooking and why I like it so much. Because I like to take care of people and see them happily eating something I made with my own hands."

He began to smile as he spoke about enjoying cooking for people he cared about. He then looked at you as his face grew serious again. 

"But you're right. I had never taken it seriously until I ended up taking this class. I'll admit the only reason I ended up taking Home Ec in the first place is because it was the only elective left open and I needed just a couple more credits but then, I found myself really enjoying it."

He paused momentarily before adding, "And I found myself liking you as well. At first, I had thought you were a bit of a food snob, but then I realized I was wrong about that, too. The more time I spent in this class with you, the more I realized how incredibly passionate you are about cooking. You know so much more than I do and I wanted to learn everything like you do. I actually really admire you." 

He looked up at you and you felt your cheeks and neck getting hot again under his gaze as he revealed his truth to you. 

However, you weren't quite ready to address feelings just yet, so you avoided it by bringing up another topic.  

"It sounds like cooking for people is your love language, then."

"My love language?" He asked, confusedly. 

"How you show people that you care about them," you explained. 

"Oh." He nodded. "All I know is that I like to cook. I like this class and I want to continue to learn everything I can. And more importantly, I don't want to fight with you anymore."

His eyes met yours again and you both shared a brief moment of silence before you agreed with him.

"I don't either."

Felix smiled at you as he pushed away from the counter he had been leaning against and stepped closer to you. 

"So then, what do you say about calling a truce?" 

"A truce?" You repeated, questioningly. 

"Yeah," he responded. "A truce to end all fighting between you, me and my friends. No more trying to ruin each other's dishes, no more snide remarks, or making fun of each other, and no more food fights."

You thought about his proposal in silence for a moment. You then said, "Tell that friend of yours who flung barbeque sauce on me to keep it off of me and in their container and we'll call it a deal."

At this, Felix grinned ear-to-ear. "They only did that because you tried to steal ingredients from my table." 

"Okay, but they were mine first," you argued back, playfully. "You never give back anything you borrow."

Felix rolled his eyes. "Well maybe if you didn't hog everything to yourself then-"

"Fine," you said, cutting him off. "I won't hoard all the ingredients and we'll share from now on." You stuck your hand out to him as you asked, "Truce?"

He stuck out his hand as well, and shook yours. "Yeah, truce," he agreed. He then broke the handshake and began making his way across the room to the closet and you watched him grab a broom out of it.

"And as part of our truce, I'll help you clean up."

You raised your brows in disbelief. "You will?" 

He nodded as he began to sweep the floor. 

You smirked at him as you made your way back into the classroom and placed your belongings back down. 

"What are we friends now?" You asked him, teasingly. 

The blond suddenly stopped in his sweeping to fix you with an amused grin. "I just admitted to liking you a couple minutes ago and now you're saying you want to be just friends?" 

You smiled before admitting to him, "I do like you a lot, too."

Felix grinned.

"But I still want to get to know you more, first," you finished.

Today you learned that both you and Felix had been pretty judgemental of one another despite not knowing each other all that well, so you thought you two should actually try to get to know one another, first, before trying anything more. 

"Okay," Felix agreed with a nod before asking, "What do you want to know?"

You thought for a moment and that's when something you had been curious about for quite a while now hit you. 

"I wanna know what your secret is to those delicious brownies you made that one time in class," you told him. "You know, the ones that made our Home Ec teacher give you five stars while I only got four." 

Felix snapped his tongue. "Is that what you've been curious about this whole time?"

You nodded in response. Truthfully, ever since he had gotten higher marks than you, you had been dying to know the secret to his recipe so you wanted to know now.

Felix put the broom down as he said teasingly, "Ah, so the chef connoisseur doesn't know everything, huh? Fine, five-star Michelin Felix will show you."

You rolled your eyes at his name for himself. "Okay, five-star Michelin Felix."

He grinned hearing you call him this. "Hey, I like the sound of that."

"Of course you would," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "You're so full of yourself." 

He shrugged before turning to you and said smugly, "How can I not be when I have such a…what did you say? A pretty face?" 

Actually, what you had said was that he had a stupid pretty face, but you didn’t mention that. However, now that he knew that you liked him and thought he was pretty you knew he was never going to let you live that down since he seemed to take joy in teasing you about it. 

"Uh…you're such a tease!" You whined to him, causing him to laugh. "Just tell me your secret to those brownies."

Felix perked up at the mention of his trademark dessert that had gotten him his first five-star rating from your instructor. 

"Oh, my secret is I…" he paused for a moment as he looked at you, and his smile turned slightly devilish. "I put in a food that is an aphrodisiac," he admitted, cheekily. "Can you guess what?" 

Instantly, your mouth fell open at his reveal. 

Oh, that is genius, you thought. That also helped to explain your teacher's rather overzealous reaction to Felix’s dessert. 

"What was it?" You asked him. "The cacao nibs?" 

You knew chocolate could be an aphrodisiac but Felix just shook his head before moving across the room to head over to one of the refrigerators. You watched him grab something out of it and then make his way back over to you, this time his hands holding something in a bag so its contents you couldn't see.

"Open," he said as he stood in front of you now. 

"Huh?" You questioned, but the moment your mouth opened to say that, you felt Felix suddenly pop something into your mouth.

Embarrassed by the sudden gesture, you felt your cheeks burn as your hands came up to cup your mouth. That's when you tasted the sweet, tart flavor of a familiar fruit and you instantly realized what it was. 

"The pomegranate," you said as you sucked on the sweet fruit seed that was now spreading across your tongue's palate.

Felix nodded. "The brownies I had made were pomegranate brownies with sea salt. The pomegranate is known to be an aphrodisiac. It's said to heighten the senses, boost testosterone and get the juices flowing…"

You winced at him as you finished eating the fruit. Oh, he was really good.

"That's not fair!" You suddenly erupted at him, annoyed by his trick to getting a higher grade than you. 

But he just grinned back cheekily, before saying, "Hey, you know what they say. If you can't stand the heat, then stay out of the kitchen." 

He winked at you as he popped some of the pomegranate seeds into his own mouth, with a smirk causing you to feel rather flustered. 

Pushing away from the counter, you rolled up your sleeves so that you could go back to the dishes you had been previously cleaning before. 

"We're supposed to be cleaning," you told him, changing the subject. "You said you would help me clean the classroom."

He chuckled as he placed the fruit down and then went back to grab the broom again.

"No worries, y/n," he said as he started to sweep the floor once again. "You won't have to do this alone anymore." He looked up at you and smiled. "From now on, I'm gonna be by your side. I promise." 

You felt your heart skip a beat as you got the feeling he meant he would be by your side in more than just helping you clean up the class, but that he would be by your side as a friend, too.

You smiled to yourself as you went back to cleaning, this time alongside the person you could now call your new friend. 

As you thought about it, you found it kind of funny. You had been considering Felix your arch nemesis, literally ever since he had stepped foot inside your favorite class, but who knew that all it would take was a food fight to get you two to finally make peace?

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