#leech4ns

[fairyhaos]

hihi bubs i just saw your tags 🥹 yesss i’m currently in europe rn on vacation but i live in east asia and i go home in a few days :’) how have you been today? <33 (this is sol’s main acc hehe)

aaa that's so cool omg what's the most interesting thing you've done there? :0 ngl ive always wanted to go to like. central europe on holiday pls i think it would be so cool </3 im doing good hehe i still have school for another 2 weeks tho 😭 but then im also off to east asia for the holidays :DD

[finallydelight]

sending you so much love :’) ❤️❤️ take all the time you need and i hope things get better for you :(

thank you so much, sol !! ❤️‍🩹 I really appreciate it and I’m sending you so much love back ! 🫂

ps: I’m internally freaking out that you actually send me something !! I love your juliet so much, so this means a lot to me! I would love to get to know you more 💞 (pls don’t feel pressured to be moots or anything!)

[mingis-wrld]

BESTIE HAVE U SEEN THIS

YES!!!! I ABSOLUTELY LOST MY MIND BECAUSE HE’S JUST SO 😩😩😩😩 this is his world and I am just proudly living in it 🧎🏼‍♀️

[moonlight-additions]

hi bestieeeee 💗 idk if my ask got eaten by t*mblr (boooo) but if it did can i ask for 🌹 and 🗝 for your girls? ily lots and i hope you’ve been well!!!! <33

ref: send some asks for any of the girls!

OMG i CANT believe dumblr ate your ask!! 😤 that’s so rude of them, but ofc you can request for my girls! (I’m posting this a bit later than I was originally going to but I wanted to include Sena so I hope you don’t mind 🥺) thank you sm for participating! ilym! ❤️

🌹 ― a romantic memory.

#ELENA: cooking. it was late when she and her boyfriend had decided that they were hungry, so why not cook? long story short, they ended up getting side tracked and only remembered about the food when something started to smell burnt. although they almost started a fire, it's still memorable to her because it was the first time she's ever cooked with any of her significant others.

#AERI: playing Rock Paper Scissors. on one of her more recent dates they decided that they would play to pick where they went, what they did, what they ate and ofc who had to pay. it was one of the most casual yet entertaining dates she's been on.

#MISUN: skipping class. back in middle school she would skip every once and a while to hang out with her significant other be most of the free time she really had was during school hours. she tried to not make a habit out of this, but it did get progressively worse the longer the relationship lasted.

#SENA: biking. it was her first ever date and her and significant other had decided to go biking on the side of Han River. she can still feel her hair swishing around her face as she looked behind her to make sure she didn’t get too far ahead.

🗝 ― a memory you never want to forget.

#ELENA: their first music show win. this was impactful because for the first time in their career she felt as if they had something tangible to reflect their work and ambition. she can still remember the tears in each of their eyes as they embraced each other, proud of what they’ve achieved and what’s yet to come.

#AERI: getting the team ring. their team ring is arguably one if not the most valuable possessions of hers. it symbolizes not only their bond and connection as friends and members but as family. every time that she thinks back to that memory she is always reminded of the family she was blessed with.

#MISUN: first night at the dorms. it was clear the boys were a bit awkward with having her there but she was always good with breaking the ice. that night all 6 of them bonded and expressed their dreams as they ate pizza and talked over the movies playing in the background.

#SENA: shooting BOOMBAYAH. she feels as if this is the beginning of her journey with the other girls. their first shooting for their debut song. she can still remember the adrenaline running through her at the prospect of finally becoming an idol with her best friends at her side.

[woozi]

giving you a warm cookie and a nose boop for simply being you but here’s another cookie and boop for the very serotonin-inducing chan set 😞💗 i hope you’ve been well yza ;-;

[bat-shark-repellant]

hi bestie!!!!!! it’s been a while 🤧🤧 i hope you’ve been well and taking care of yourself 💖💖 have a pic of a loser (affectionate) in a ball pit 😽

Omggg hello Sol my love 💖💖💖 it has been a while 😖 I've just felt really tired recently but I'm feeling a bit more energised now 🕺 I have been taking care of myself! I've been trying to tidy my room before I go to uni but it is going very slowly 💀 I hope you're doing well too!! Stay hydrated and get plenty of rest <3333 thank you for the Chan pic bestie mwah mwah 😙❤️

[etherealyoungk]

omg skye happy 4k 🥹🥹💗💗 i’m so so proud of u!!! your writing is always so lovely to read and you have the most beautiful heart <333 i hope you’ve been well lately!!!

SOL tysm my love <33 thank you for the sweet words 🥹 i miss you and hope you've been taking care and doing well!! mwah <3

[sw1mmingfoolz]

cait im so sorry some people are being yucky and entitled :/// take all the time you need to get better and i hope you feel better soon 💗💗☹️

thank you sol darling, I do feel a lil guilty for writing so little but I have real life shit I also don't do so 😌 plus I'm the one watching my favourite movies drinking chocolate milk out of a whole goblet so I think I'm winning even if my throat does feel like sandpaper lmaooo

love you sm and hope you're doing wellll 💞💞💞

[berriesandjunnie]

omg dahlia i just saw u on my dash!! imy lots and i hope you’ve been well 🥺💖 welcome back!!

hi sol omg 🥺 i’m not doing hot in general but right now it’s firework night in the uk and my anxiety is going ballistic bc of my rabbits so i’m hiding on tumblr 😖

not going to sleep? work on a fic you’ve had in drafts for like four months now 😃

[shuaberriez]

for @leech4ns <3

[fairyhaos]

FAIRYHAOS TURNS ONE YEAR OLD ?!??? 🤍

good morning guess what!!!! today marks the 1-year anniversary of user fairyhaos 🥰🥰

crazy to think that one whole year ago, i was making this account and posted a svt hc for the first time and, now, 365 days later, ive grown and become a blog that's frankly astonishing in size. i just wanted to say thank you to all of u for being here with me! i did not expect this blog to grow at the startling and amazing rate in which it did, and im so grateful because it's because of all of you that this has happened. <3

from little platonic headcanons to follower events to having a tracked tag to even making gifs now (!!! how did that even happen pls) ive learned so much during this year alone, and it's been utterly incredible to go on this journey with all of you 🫶 you all mean so much to me, truly.

i was thinking of maybe doing something for this day, but im gonna be honest, i couldn't think of anything 😭 but just know that i love u all a great deal and if there's anything that u wanna do to celebrate, im all ears!! you're all so, so precious to me, and i really do want to do something to celebrate this blog's birthday!

and ofc, is this really an celebration post by fairyhaos if i don't talk about my moots?? you've all made the experience here even more wonderful and im rather ia these days (cries) but i miss u and im thinking of all of u always ^_^

@etherealyoungk @weird-bookworm @rubywonu @blue-jisungs @haecien @slytherinshua @icyminghao @wheeboo @eternalgyu @y-ves @trblsvt @idubiluv @odxrilove @arafilez @soonhoonsol @dalkyeom @gyuswhore @hannieheartuu @h-ao @hannyoontify @jeonsupershy @jeonwon-wonwoo @kyeomyun @leech4ns @chwedout @vcrnons @boosari @meowonhao-main @mesanthropi @mirxzii @17isrighthere @wonwoonlight : u are all the people who mean theee most to me, and im so grateful to have known all of you!! 💗

and how can i forget everyone else? thank you to everyone: all of my readers, all of my anons - named or not - and anyone who's ever interacted w me, my fics, my gifs, anything at all.

one year with this blog... insane. you've all brought me unspeakable amounts of joy in this year alone, and i hope to be able to give that back to u all tenfold in the future 🫶

💌 - yena xx

[svtglitch]

muffin for you

requested by @leech4ns: oooohhh also i just saw your reqs are open!!! 🥺 if it’s okay can i request a fluffy coffee shop au with chan (svt)? absolutely no rush and i’ll love whatever you write 💗

a/n: ty sol for requesting !! it means a lot :3 i hope you enjoy this !! i rewrote this like eight times idk why but open ending bc writing juice ran out oopsie

genre: fluff sm fluff, acquaintances to lovers, coffee shop au

pairing: athlete! lee chan x barista! reader

word count: 0.5k 

You loved the smell of coffee and pastries. That’s why you ended up working at the campus cafe. Working there had a breeze since your friend, Mingyu, had trained you. It's been a few months since you’ve started but you already have favorite regulars. Boo Seungkwan, a music major with the best gossip and the best tips. Jeong Yunho, he’s from a different school but he just loves the way you make coffee and he will admit that proudly. And Lee Chan, the shyest athlete you’ve ever met. Lee Chan always comes in a rush everyday before practice and he always has a shy smile when he apologizes.

At one point you timed when he comes in so you can make his order before he shows up. Finally after two weeks of timing, you figure out about the time Chan comes in everyday. You still remember the day you first tried it out. The door's bells jingle its familiar tune and Chan comes in with a sheepish smile.

“Hi Chan! I made your drink early so you don’t have to wait. Let me just put some ice in it and I’ll be right there, Mingyu will ring you up.” You say as you scoop some ice into the cup and a muffin bad with a cute note to cheer him on.

“Oh my god, do you have a crush on little Mr. Lee Chan? Very subtle and smooth, y/n.” Mingyu teases.

You groan at Mingyu’s antics since you usually bully the overgrown child. You just know this is gonna be a daily thing.

Fast forward to now, the crush you’ve grown for the cute and not very punctual soccer player has grown like weeds in a pretty bed of flowers, annoying and too much. Mingyu has been persistent in getting you to confess, yet you’re still hesitant. What if he doesn't like you or, worse, thinks you’re weird. 

Mingyu whines as you two are on break,”Come on y/n! He has to like you. You literally save his ass everyday and give him a free, emphasis on free, muffin with a cute encouraging note everyday. That dude must love you. I mean I would love you for that; I love free shit.”

“Mingyu I hate you, why would I need to know if you would love me. I wanna know if I have a chance with Chan, not your beanstalk ass.” You say as you roll your eyes. 

You see Mingyu pout as you get up to put on your apron and go to take orders. You walk up to the counter still bickering with Mingyu to see Lee Chan right in front of your face.

“Hi y/n! Practice was canceled so I came early today. Do you think I could get my regular with your phone number, maybe?” Chan says with a shy smile and with his phone stuck out.

a/n: tell me how you feel with a reblog or comment!

[ho0ps]

♡ . . . dino (seventeen) users !

ʚ leedino dinochann chanleed

ch4ndno

ʚ dino0 i8dino dinoodrms

leech4n

- like or reblog if u use. with love, bea <3

[moonlight-additions]

hi bestie!!!!!! please add me to sena’s taglist hehe 🥺💗💗 imy and i hope you’re doing well!!!! muah muah

OH EM GEE, I’m sorry for the late response bestie, but I’ll make sure to add you to her taglist!! I’m doing well and my2 🥺 I hope you’re doing well as well!!! Love ya mwahhhh! ❤️

[woozi]

happy birthday yza!!!!!! 🥹💗💗💗 you’re seriously one of the sweetest kindest most talented people here on this hellsite and everytime i see you on my dash it brings the biggest smile on my face 🤧 i hope you have a lovely birthday surrounded by people you love, and i’m wishing you nothing but the best as always <33 sending you lots of hugs :]

[februaryflowers]

strawberry shortcake

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Biting your lip, you knock on the door.  

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, sorry for bothering you,” he sighs.

With the smoke finally gone, you can clearly see his face. His brown hair is tousled and covering his forehead, but his eyes are what draw you to him. He has the warmest, deepest eyes, like a sweet chocolate chip.

“I was just trying to make some cupcakes for my nephew’s year end party at school. I’m sorry if I bothered you.”

You smile. Cute and good with kids? God, you’ll be a goner by tomorrow morning. “No worries; you didn’t! That’s very sweet of you.”

He chuckles, his sound quivering the longer he lets it go on. “He just went home an hour or so ago. Maybe next time he’s over you can meet him.”

“It seems you have your hands full with just the cupcakes,” you quip, stifling giggles at your imagination, which has gone wild with images of your neighbor trying to wrangle his nephew while ingredients are strewn about the counters. “But really, just let me know if you need help; I’m actually a baker, ya know.”

His eyes widen. “Really!?”

With a scratch of your neck, you nod your head. “Mmhm. That bakery on the corner of Seventeenth and Park is mine.”

“Oh my god!” he gasps, a hand flying to his mouth. “You’re y/n!? Those pastries are delicious!”

His surprise makes a bashful laugh rise from your throat. “Yeah, that’s me. I’m glad you like them!”

“They’re so good,” he hums, already daydreaming about the buttery dough with just the right amount of sweet mixed in. “But I’m Chan,” he says, shaking himself from his reverie.

“Anyway, yeah, I’m in apartment 218 if you ever need any baking help,” you say, a smile tugging your lips.

“Actually…could you help me now?”

You nod as you step inside and, frankly, his apartment is a mess. There are kids' toys scattered around the living room from his nephew, and ingredients and supplies are all over his kitchen counters. But worst of all are the burnt cupcakes

They are literally crispy when you bend down and touch them. Frankly, being this close to something so atrocious makes you wince. No offense to Chan, but you made better sweet treats when you were in elementary school.

Sighing, you stand and briskly open the kitchen window. “Well, how about we start over?”

“Please, let’s,” Chan sighs.

You start by throwing out what Chan has already. You offer an apologetic smile, but this is simply unsalvageable. However, he completely understands, and gets to work scrubbing the bowls and the pans so you can really start.

By heart, you follow a cupcake recipe from your bakery, giving Chan a few instructions every now and then as he tries to help.

There’s a boyish charm to the way he talks, a genuine naivety that he has retained despite his years. He views the world with warmth and positivity. Despite the challenges he talks about at work, he still sees good in everyone.

Nearly two hours after you arrived, you have a nice, fresh batch of red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting, topped with heart shaped sprinkles all baked, decorated, and ready to go for the celebration tomorrow.

Plopping down on his sofa, you let your eyes close. “Mm, that was nice,” you murmur.

“What?” Chan asks, sitting down behind you.

“I forgot how nice it was to bake for fun,” you chuckle. “I mean, sure, I enjoy it. I wouldn’t have started a bakery if I didn’t.” You pause, thinking carefully. “But sometimes when you do hobbies for work, the enjoyment and the stress get tangled up, you know?”

He nods slowly, solemnly. “Yeah…”

“Anyway,” you say, shaking off the seriousness of the conversation as you stand, “I don’t wanna overstay my welcome.” At the door, you turn to face him. “Really, Chan, if you ever need any baking help, you are more than welcome to knock on my door.”

“Thank you.” He practically sighs from relief.

“It’s no problem, really.” You look up from the ground to meet his eyes. “Maybe I should thank you too,” you add quietly.  

He bursts into bright, sunshine laughter. “No way! I owe you one.”

“Good night, Chan.”

He nods, and you turn back to head home, ducking your head to hide the smile that quickly overtakes your features. You didn’t realize how late it’d gotten, but time just seemed to fly with Chan, even if you just met.

Your mind goes back to the conversations you two had while you were baking, his joyful presence, his sweetness that is definitely better than sugar. You are definitely a goner for him.

An otherwise peaceful Saturday is interrupted by a knock on your door. Sighing, you drag yourself off the couch, your legs feeling like lead with each step.

On the other side of the door is none other than Chan, which causes you to gasp. Suddenly, there’s a lightness to your body, a fluttering in your chest.

“Oh, hi!” you exclaim. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Sorry to drop in,” he stutters, reluctant to meet your eyes, which are trained on your floors. “Do you have some flour I could borrow?”

“Of course. What kind?” you ask, pulling the door wider to let him in.

He blinks for a moment, letting his eyes wander your pristine apartment. Cute baubles are littered around the surfaces and the shelves on the walls, but it very much reflects you. His lips begin to curl. Oh my god, aren’t you—

“Earth to Chan?” you say, waving your hand in front of his face and snapping him from his reverie. “What kind of flour? I have all purpose, wheat, almond—”

“Of course you do,” he chuckles warmly, bringing even more butterflies to your stomach. “I forgot you baked.”

“I would hope I’d have everything I need at home,” you snicker. “Besides, sometimes I like to experiment.”

“Um, just all purpose is fine,” he mumbles, suddenly overtaken by shyness at his forgetfulness.

You nod, going into the kitchen and pouring a cup full of flour for him.

As you hand it to him, he quietly opens his mouth before shutting it again, trying to find words. Finally, he sighs and lets out the words: “Would you like to come over?”

“Oh?”

“In case I need supervision!” he sputters before slouching and bringing a finger to his chin. “I’m tryna make banana bread, and judging by what happened last time…”

“Oh, sure! I’ll come in a sec.”

He heads back to his apartment as you put your book away and exhale contentedly. Spending time with someone else wasn’t in your weekend plans, but it’d be nice to talk to the friendly, heart-pounding neighbor again, you think.

This time, his place is much cleaner. The toys are all put away in the toy box and his counters aren’t splattered in batter and frosting. Sitting down at the bar, you prop your head up on your palm as you watch him.

He has a white apron on, proudly displaying the “Kiss the Cook” motto on the front as he folds the banana bread batter. Honestly, you have to bite down on your tongue to stop yourself from snickering.

“You know,” you start, “I’ve thought about making banana bread for the bakery.”

“Oh really?”

“Mmhm, but I’m better off focusing on other baked goods.”

He hums thoughtfully. “I get that. But if you really wanna have it, you could try to find another baker who’s better at bread. It doesn’t mean you’re any less of a good one yourself.”

“Maybe in the future,” you chuckle. “I think I need more space before I do that, but I quite like the quaint little place I have now.”

Pausing as he mixes the batter, he blinks as he thinks. He doesn’t think he’s thought about enjoying the moments now and the memories of the past. It’s always been about the future, planning for what’s coming. Maybe he’s been too caught up in the future to remember the sweetnesses of the past. Even if some things are hard now, he will look back to this day in the future, simply happy to be here with you.

“Hm?” you say, stepping into the kitchen and examining his dough. “What’s up?”

In all honesty, the batter isn’t that bad. It’s the right consistency and well mixed, which honestly surprises you the most.

“That looks pretty good,” you say, your breath hitting his skin and causing goosebumps to raise on the spot.

He shudders at the warmth of your body before taking a deep breath, disguising it as stepping away to pour the batter into the loaf pan.

“I’m glad it’s acceptable, at least,” he manages to exhale out.

“Well, we’ll see how it tastes later,” you tease.

Chan’s banana bread is all that’s on your mind as you stand at the counter, manning the cash register. In all honesty, it was actually quite good, a warm, dense and moist mixture of sweetness and softness. Maybe you’re being a little more lenient than usual because it’s him, but you like to think you maintain the utmost professionalism when it comes to judging baked goods.

Perhaps you should stop by tonight and leave him a little gift of croissants or cookies…

It would be quite nice to see him again.

Your eyes are trained on the ceiling as you think about the cute neighbor, your cheeks pushing higher in a bright smile the longer you daydream. However, it’s this spacing out that causes you to miss the next customer.

He clears his throat and you feel yourself ready to start spewing apologies for making him wait when your eyes fall upon his face.

“Chan!?”

He nods, scratching the back of his neck and bouncing on his toes.

“I’m starting to think you showing up for help with baked goods isn’t a coincidence,” you laugh.

The corners of his mouth perk up at your words. “Well it’s my friend’s daughter’s birthday tomorrow and we’re having a little celebration,” he starts before bending down to look at the display. “Any recommendations?”

You let out a hum, thinking carefully. “I personally would go for the strawberry shortcake, especially since it’s summer. Nice and fresh. And usually both the kids and the parents will go for it. It’s sweet, but not overbearingly so. The lemon buttercream really cuts through the—oh I’m rambling,” you chuckle. “I don’t mean to bore you.”

His eyes widen. “No, no, no! It’s not like that at all!”

Scratching the back of your head, you can’t control the way your lips curl even more at his words. “So, what’ll it be?”

He looks at the strawberry shortcake you suggested and points at it. “That one, please.”

“Excellent choice,” you giggle, taking it out of the display and putting it out on the counter. “Do you want me to write anything?”

He lets out a low note of thought, bringing his index finger to his chin. “Her name is Clair, no ‘E’.”

Nodding, you turn around and grab a bag of red icing to match the brightness of the strawberries adorning the top of the cake.

“You know,” Chan starts as you begin writing “Happy Birthday Clair” on the top of the cake, “they met while listening to a street performer play Clair de Lune one night.” He pauses before he can’t help the chuckle that rises to his throat and makes your lips quirk.

He sounds beautiful. Happiness sounds good on him, the brightness building on an already exquisite character.

“Every big event in their lives—anniversaries, birthdays, the proposal, the wedding—they played it.”

Listening to his rambles brings a lightness to your heart and your chest.

“They’re a little cheesy,” he says, but his tone tells you that he doesn’t mean it with malice. There’s an affectionate teasing in his voice. You’d like to think he isn’t capable of such hostility, but deep down, you know he isn’t.

You giggle as you put the cake in a box, now finished with the icing. “I dunno, it’s kind of cute, you know?”

He glances down at his shoes, his eyes filling with sparkles and his cheeks turning pink. “Yeah, it is,” he admits.

Ringing him up, you find your fingers almost have a mind of their own as they slowly unfold the paper bag and pack up the cake box before you finally push it closer to him on the counter between you. They itch to maybe, just maybe, reach for his own fingers and squeeze them in your hand, to maybe bring your palm to his.

You open your mouth, prepared to thank him and maybe, hopefully, see him around, but instead “Why don’t you invite me?” falls from your plush lips instead.

He blinks back at you, his cheeks blooming even redder than the juiciest strawberries in June. The longer he stares, the more you want to just duck under the counter and cover your face in flour. But finally, his brain begins to process and understand your words.

“It’s a date!” he exclaims. “I mean, you know, like it’s okay, but if you want it to be a date date that’s okay too!”

You nod, a little too excitedly, before he lets out a small wave and scurries out. It’s safe to say you duck under the counter and squeal.

The birthday party is in a quiet neighborhood filled with greenery, especially during the summer. Finding the house number, you make your way to the back gate, just as Chan had texted you about before letting yourself in.

Several other adults are mingling, clearly already very familiar with each other as a few children chase each other around the grassy yard. You think you even spot a little boy resembling a certain Lee Chan in the bunch, rocking himself on a swing.

“Oh,” a tall man with glasses says as he notices you and comes over. “You must be y/n, right?”

“Yeah…you are? Oh my god, sorry! I don’t mean to be rude—”

He simply laughs. “I’m Wonwoo. Chan told me you’d be coming.”

“Oh!”

“He was quite excited about it too.”

“Really!?” you exclaim, your voice cracking as you speak and causing you to duck your head.

Wonwoo nods, his smile growing as he remembers their conversation and Chan’s fondness for you. “I don’t think I’ve seen him that giddy about something since the grand opening of his dance studio,” he ponders until a little girl with pigtails comes running towards him.

He picks her up with delicateness and with the way she melts into his arms, you can guess that she’s his daughter.

“Say hi to y/n, Clair,” he says, taking her hand and bouncing it in your direction.

“Hello,” she murmurs before burying her head in her father’s chest.

“Hey, there’s no need to be shy,” he says, kissing her head. “Something tells me we’re gonna be seeing a lot more of y/n in the future.”

You let the chuckles out from your throat. “O-oh, there’s no need!” Suddenly remembering yourself and your manners, you hold the bag in your hands out to him. “Happy birthday to Clair. Sorry, I wasn’t sure what she’d like so I just got something for you…”

He shakes his head. “No need, really. We have more than enough.”

“Oh, I insist! It’s okay, really—”

“Y/n!” You turn your head, your heart beginning its fluttering when you see Chan jogging over. “You made it!”

Nodding, you take a step closer to him. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

His cheeks start to sport a blush a darker red than they already were from playing with the kids in the summer sun. “R-really?”

“Mmhm.”

He smiles, showing off his pearly teeth and his eye smile, making you wonder just how perfect a man could be (excluding his questionable baking). “Oh,” he says, noticing your bag, “what’s that?”

“I got some cookies for Clair’s parents but Wonwoo said it was fine,” you reply, shrugging.

“I’m sure if you just slip them on the table he won’t notice,” he laughs before teasing him. “He’s a little dense.”

You can’t help the grin that forces itself on your lips as Chan leads you to the kitchen to put the dessert down.

“You know, it took him nearly a year to ask Jielin out. Oh, that’s his wife.”

“Oh really?”

He nods. “He was always talking about them, but he always denied having a crush.” He pauses and shakes his head with a smile.

Just as you’re about to respond, that little kid resembling Chan runs inside, picking up a juice box from the kitchen counter.

“Hey, kiddo!” Chan exclaims, running up to him and picking him up to place him on his hip.

“Who’s this?” you ask, but you don’t need confirmation to know.

“Parker, my nephew.” He turns to the child and whispers, albeit loud enough for you to hear, in his ear, “You should thank them. Do you remember those cupcakes we had for school?” Parker nods. “Y/n helped me a lot.”

“Thank you, y/n!” he cheers before he thinks carefully, bringing his finger to his chin. After a moment a mischievous smile makes its way to his features, so closely resembling Chan. “Uncle Chan talks about you a lot!” he exclaims. “He thinks you’re cute and you make him nervous,” he giggles.

Chan lets out an over dramatic gasp before placing his nephew back on the ground. “Get out of here, you scamp!” he teases and the child does as such.

A cheeky smile has made its way to your own face as you approach him, playfully hitting his shoulder. “Cute, huh?”

He shuts his eyes and pouts. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” he whines.

“Too bad,” you say, drawing out the words. “I would’ve liked it if he was right…”

“Wait, really?” he exclaims, his face suddenly bursting with sparkles like the sun catching glass in the afternoon.

“Mmhm.”

“Even though I can’t bake?”

You laugh. “It was kinda cute.”

It’s his turn to have an unstoppable grin. “Well, if that’s the case…do you wanna go out some time?”

Wrapping your arms around him, you murmur, “Of course I would.”

He places a light kiss on your cheek, one that has the blood rushing to his touch.

“Let’s just stay like this for a while,” you mumble into his skin.

“Of course.”

Cuddled up to Chan in Wonwoo and Jielin’s kitchen is just about the best feeling you’ve ever had. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this warm, this excited, before. Even with the summer sun and humidity beating down outside, you don’t want to let go of Chan and his coziness. Everything about him is wonderful and welcoming, but never in an overbearing way.

He’s as sweet as the best cake you can make, but you know that he is better than any baked good you could ever come up with. And especially one that he could make.

P.S. Chan would annihilate me if I included the fact that he actually did have flour in his kitchen when he was making banana bread and just wanted to see you so it has been excluded.

P.P.S. Maybe the kids were all eavesdropping and cheered when he asked you out. Something tells me that if it wasn’t for Parker, it would’ve actually taken Chan a year to ask you out.