KPOP TRASH

"You doin' okay, babe?" Vernon questions gently.

"Mhm, just getting sleepy."

Vernon rubs your arms that cage him, and you squeeze your legs against him to show appreciation. His gaze remains steady on yours, pretty brown eyes filled with warmth.

"What are you thinking about?" you murmur.

"I'd like to say 'you,' but I'm afraid the truth is less romantic."

You laugh. "What is it?"

"My exam next week."

Vernon's mouth stretches into a sheepish grin as you laugh again.

"Can I give you something else to think about?" you ask mischievously.

Vernon's gummy smile turns lopsided at your tone.

"Can you?" he taunts.

"Well, I'm still new to this, so I might not be that—"

Vernon surges up and captures your lips. His force is stronger than you expected, and a small gasp gets lost in his mouth.

"Sorry," he says.

"It's okay," you reply.

"But to what you were saying," he begins and carefully flips you so you're on your back. "You're completely wrong."

"No, I'm still new—"

"Not that." He laughs softly. "They're still the perfect distraction."

Before you can disagree, he leans down and kisses you again, albeit gentler.

Vernon's always been understanding of your lack of experience. He stays still against your lips until he feels your body lax. When he does move, he's slow and easy to follow.

Your arms raise to wrap around his neck, heart thumping quicker than normal. Though it's not from nervousness. It's from excitement.

Vernon pulls away with a smile. "You're a fast learner."

Your face heats at his compliment while you flicker your gaze from his. Vernon plants a sweet kiss on your cheek. He places another on the corner of your lips. When you finally turn back to him, he lands a third on your lips.

Vernon keeps kissing you even though you're giggling. Eventually, he laughs against your mouth and pulls back.

"Can you, um, teach me something else?" you ask, fiddling with the collar of his shirt.

Vernon quirks an eyebrow. "Already ready for more, baby?"

"You're a good teacher," you respond playfully.

Vernon chuckles. "Let's see how quickly you can pick this up then."

Your cheeks hurt from how big your smile is.

This time, Vernon prods your lips with his tongue. Your heart races faster with giddiness as you part your mouth. The feel of his tongue gliding against yours is foreign, but thrilling. You never imagined kissing could feel so good.

"How was that?" Vernon asks.

"Good," you answer.

"Good? That's all?"

"Really good," you clarify with a small laugh.

He tsks. "Still not good enough."

"No?"

"No."

"Fine," you huff, then tug him down for another kiss. You feel his mouth spread into a grin, warming your heart.

You lose count of how many kisses you and Vernon share, but by the time the resident advisor comes around, your lips feel swollen, and your body feels warm.

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“Wow” is all that Felix was able to think when he saw you. You’re hair styled in a low pony to the back, accessorized with a pink headband. Your plump glossy lips were pushed in a small pout, as your sparkling eyes scanned the array of pastries and desserts. Your arms positioned behind your back, you gracefully bent as you slowly walked alongside the display. You were dressed in a baby pink athletic jacket and leggings set. The pink complemented your skin beautifully, the afternoon sun shining through the bakery window made it appear as if you were glowing and to Felix you were.

“What’s your favorite?” You asked looking up at him through your lashes. A look that made Felix’s heart skip a beat. He smiled “Uh I don’t really have a favorite, to be honest I like everything here.”

You stood up straight and quirked an eyebrow. “Is that so?” His smile grew as he softly chuckled, mumbling a small “yeah”. “I’ll take one chocolate croissant, a brownie, and one blueberry muffin.” you said bringing your manicured hand near the glass to tap on it, towards each item mentioned with your pink pointer nail. Felix noticed your apparent habit of accessorizing due to the gold jewelry that adorned your neck, ears, and hands, in the form of necklaces, bangles, rings, charm bracelets, and several earrings. He found it endearing how despite having engaged is some sort of athletic activity you still wore jewelry.

“Did you get that?” Your titled your head slightly to the side. “Yeah, one chocolate croissant, a brownie and a blueberry muffin. Can I get you anything else?” He said his Australian accent getting caught on a few words, as he tried and failed to maintain eye contact, eventually looking down at his ordering screen. “I’ll take a large strawberry green tea lemonade as well, add matcha. That’s all.”

“Alrighty your total is 16.43. What’s the name on your order?” “Y/n.” You responded taking out your card from your pink wallet, from your pink purse. “Y/n that’s a pretty name.” Felix spoke smiling and handing you a receipt, a soft gasp escaped him though as you leaned slightly over the counter. Your eyes focused on his chest or more so his name tag. “Yeah? So is um…Felix. Yea very pretty name.” Felix let out a breathless chuckle. An embarrassing heat rising up his neck. “Thank you.”

The bakery was empty as it usually was at this time, pre after school/work rush. Felix couldn’t help but occasionally glance at you standing at the counter, a little further down this time. You had this familiar feeling about you, he just couldn’t pull his attention away. “I should say something.” He thought as he made your drink. You softly chewed on your bottom lip, tapping away on your phone that was adorned in a pink phone case, a hello kitty wrist loop dangling from the corner. You were obviously displeased by whatever you were doing, this was apparent from your all but subtle eye roll and the newly found aggression in your taps.

“I’m going to say something. I’m going to compliment her. Yeah that’s what I’ll do.” He thought whisking the matcha feverishly. “I guess your favorite color is pink huh?” It took everything in him not to sink to his knees in embarrassment. *i guEsS yoUr FavOrItE cOLor iS pINk* Felix mocked himself in his head. Of course your favorite color is pink LOOK AT YOU. Everything you own is pink.

“Why would you think a thing like that?” Looking up from your phone, a small smirk plays at your lips. “Is it because I’m a girl?” Felix eyes widened with panic. (and a little disbelief?) “No of…of course not! I was just looking at you and…your things…everything is pink..I..I just..kinda assumed!” An absolute mess is what he what he said. A mess of words all spouted out in attempt to explain away this very odd misunderstanding.

“Huh. Everything is pink. I haven’t noticed. Anywho it’s purple.”

“Oh.” An awkward chuckle escapes his lips as he snaps a top on your drink.

“Here you are.” He says, handing you your pastries in a brown paper bag with the bakery logo printed on the front, a clear matching cup following it. His freckled cheeks raised in a kind smile. Felix swears every awkward feeling he was experiencing was quickly washed away the moment he heard you laugh, as you took the things from his hands. A laugh or a giggle? He has no idea all he knows is that it was music to his ears, and awfully contagious. His own deep warm laugh fluttered out. “What are you laughing about?” He said trying to hold back another laugh.

“I was just thinking, you smile a lot and you’re very friendly.” you say an amused tone poking at your voice. Felix eyes light up, his smile growing. “Thank y….”

“How incredibly exhausting your companionship must be.” Felix smile drops, his eyebrows furrow. “What?”

“See you later, Sunshine.” The bell on the bakery door rings, signifying your exit. Felix is stunned. Fifteen seconds later and he’s still standing there, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide with confusion.

“The fuck…”

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“…….does that mean?”

“I don’t know I said the same thing.” Felix was currently sat at his kitchen island with his best friend/ roommate Chris. That interaction was on his mind the rest of his shift. He was so confused, his companionship was exhausting? What does that even mean. He’d come home and told Chan everything in hopes the he could make sense of it.

“She just laughed and then said that. No explanation.” Felix explains, propping his elbows on the island, pushing his hands up his face and through his hair, finally resting them tangled in his hair. His eyes bore holes in the marble surface, this was eating him alive. Did she think his smile was ingenious? Why would she think that?

“Well, did you say something to offend her?”

“No. When have I’ve ever offended someone?”

“Never, but I don’t know. I’m at a loss here mate.” Chris shook his head sighing. “Do you think it was the pink thing?” Chris asked. “I don’t think so, I thought she was just joking.” Felix throws his head back groaning. “She was beautiful bro.” Chris chuckles, taking a sip of water and swallowing. “What?” Felix asks snapping his head upright, a questioning look written on his face. “Nothing just…hmm..is it bothering you that someone may not like you? Or is the fact that someone that you were kinda fawning over may not like you?”

Felix pauses, he was faced with a decision. A subconscious decision yes but a decision nonetheless. He could either be honest with Chris and himself or… not do that. He chose the latter. “I don’t know what you’re talking about but I just really don’t like leaving bad impressions on anyone. I don’t want her to think I’m disingenuous or anything. What if she doesn’t come back to the bakery because of me?”

“Felix relax. An annoying cashier isn’t going to stop her from coming again.” Chan reasons.

“Annoying? Who said anyth…..” “Next time she comes, just treat her like any other customer. Yeah?” Chan says patting Felix on his shoulder. Felix sighs “You’re right. I’ll treat her like any other customer.” Felix responds smiling waving his hands around in a (I’m dismissing this issue) manner. Chan smiles and chuckles his dimples peeking out. “Yeah, you got it mate!”

“Besides it’s not like she goes to our college or anything.”

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The funny thing about college classes is that apparently you could attend that class three days a week for over half a semester and have absolutely no idea who some of your classmates are until the worst time possible. How do I know that? Well I don’t but Felix definitely does because the moment he enters his nutritional science class he nearly bumps into a table. Front row, right side, seventh seat, his eyes are attacked with pink. Pink notebook, pink textbook covers, pink binders, pink sticky notes, pink water bottle, pink pen case. All neatly arranged in front of you, in all of your painfully beautiful and pink glory.

How could he have missed you? Not only were you the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen, but you’re literally a walking fucking color swatch. He knows this class doesn’t have set seating but boy oh boy was he shocked at himself. Is this class really that interesting? No it’s too hard, so hard that he apparently has to lock in on every single thing the professor is saying, that’s the only possible way he could’ve missed you, Felix thinks.

He admits he was staring. He truly didn’t know it though until you looked at him, your eyes locking into his. Then you waved and smiled, and so did he. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Relived he thought “maybe at the bakery that was just a poorly made joke”. He took a step forward and you shook your head no. Felix’s heart dropped to his ass. You waved your hand to the side as if to dismiss him, before pointing at someone behind him and waving them over. A tall girl, with dyed pink hair (a reoccurring color with you) styled in a curly kinky puff. She was dressed in athletic wear as well, a brown fitted jacket with matching sweats. Felix wondered if you guys were in some club. He’d come to learn that this woman’s name was Armani, due to having to sit directly behind you. Turns out that whole debacle allowed for all of the best seats (seats away from you) to be taken.

Boy are you two quite the chatty pair, evidently this class wasn’t as difficult to you guys as it was for him. Don’t get him wrong you guys weren’t loud, or at least not loud enough for the professor to hear or to bother anyone else, but somehow loud enough to break his focus. Did you guys somehow find a way to speak at exactly the right pitch so as to only bother him, or was Felix just not able to pay attention to anything but you? Truly a great question but alas a question he was not willing to ask himself. Either way his lack of focus caused his mind to drift to earlier more than he would’ve liked. This sixty minute classed turned into Felix going through the following cycle-

1. Gain a bit of focus

2. Take notes

3. Hears murmurs or giggles from You and Armani

4. Focus breaks

5. Mind spirals from embarrassment because why would he ever think you were waving at him

6. Wishes that’d he’d never even showed up for class today.

Rinse and repeat. During the last say eight minutes of the class Felix was at stage five. Unfortunately for him these last minutes were used by the professor to announce group presentations. A group of three students were to present a study on misleading nutrition labels in modern day leading diet brands. Y/n and Armani were obviously going to partner with each other but oh no that’s just two people. Where on earth would they find a third?

Oh come on you’ve read a fanfic before you know where this is going.

“Alright I see the lot of you have already grouped up, please raise your hand if you need help grouping.” Professor Henson says his eyes wondering around the room before landing on a hand that was raised and for whatever reason waving vigorously. “No need to wave Ms. L/N I see your hand.” He says chuckling softly. “Oh sorry, I just enjoy the way my bracelets sound.” A small smile formed on your lips watching his puzzled reaction.

“Oh”

“Anywho, we just need one more person for our group sir.” Mr. Henson’s eyes scan the room looking at the already formed groups who are sat together chatting. His gaze falls upon Felix, whose head is resting in his hand, which is unusual he’s usually pretty attentive, the professor thinks, I wonder if he’s ok. “Mr.Lee?” No response. “Mr.Lee?” Still no response. “Mr. Felix Lee?!” Felix’s head shoots up “So sorry Mr. Henson, I apologize I zoned out.” Your’s and Armani’s heads were both turned to look at him. Great he’s embarrassed himself for a second time in front of you today. “I see. Have you found a group for the upcoming presentation?”

“Presentation? Um, no I haven’t.”

“Great you can work with Ms. L/N and Ms. Vivian.” Mr. Henson responds gesturing to you and Armani. Felix isn’t being dramatic or maybe he is but he swears his ears start to ring. Felix has never been nervous about working in new groups. But when it came to you, he wasn’t just nervous but he was downright scared. Not only because he’s positive you two have gotten off on the wrong foot but also because of the very apparent look of disappointment on your face. He smiled trying to lighten things “Uh I guess we should exchange numbers then?” He says smiling nervously scratching the back of his neck. You look at him and smile a smile, which considering your next sentence could only be described as condescending and mocking. “Get it from the teacher.” You say before grabbing your things and leaving.

Oh so at the bakery….

You really weren’t joking.

Armani clears her throat while awkwardly tapping her legs. She lets out an (I’m trying not to make this anymore weird than it already is) laugh before extending her hand to Felix. “My name’s Armani *awkward exhale* I’ll give you our numbers.”

Lee Felix has never been hated by anyone.

Lee Felix has never hated anyone.

But he’s gotta admit he’s not incredibly fond of you.

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“I don’t like her.”

“Wow I’ve never heard you say that ever. Like about anything.” Chris said popping a fry into his mouth. The two were currently sat in the campus cafeteria dining on an exquisite meal of burgers and fries, costing an entire whopping one swipe of their dining pass. “Yeah that’s because I’ve never felt like this before, I just don’t get it. She’s so mean to me and I haven’t don’t anything but take her order.” Felix said cracking open a bottle of fruit punch. “Oh you forgot smiling and being nice.”

“Oh yeah that too.” Felix tsked. “You said her friend was nice right?” Felix nodded his head. “So best case scenario you spend a few days working on a project with at least one likable person, and since her friend is there too. It’s only slightly awkward and you get a good grade. Worst case scenario it’s extremely awkward and her friend being there does nothing to stop her from hurting your feelings again but you still get a good grade. Either way it’s a win win.”

“That only works if you assume we’ll get a good grade. Which wouldn’t be easy, while working in a tense study environment.” Felix says before taking a bite of his burger. “Yeah I didn’t quite think about that one mate. Um…how about you just try your best yeah?” Felix glares at him “I need friends who are better at giving advice.”

“Well too bad. I’m the best you’ve got. And I say just ride it out. I mean I understand this whole not being liked and not liking someone thing is new to you but for most people it’s something you have to deal with quite often. In fact I absolutely despise my music theory seat mate and I’m pretty sure the feelings are mutual, but I deal with it because when a grade is on the line you learn how to get along. So trust me everything will be fine, promise.”

“And if you’re wrong?”

“Then I’ll buy you a nice juicy steak.”

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Friday night.

Nine fifty one pm, Felix was sat hunched over at his desk. Nearly an hour into studying and his back and neck were already aching. “Ughh” Felix raised his arms over his head, stretching his back and shoulders. As he twisted his neck to the side in order to crack it, he received a message. Grabbing his phone he hopped into his bed upon seeing the contact, he totally wasn’t using this as an excuse to stop studying.

-Hey Felix, this is Armani. I was wondering when you’d be free to begin planning our presentation?

When will he be free?

-Hi! 👋 I’ll be free Tuesday afternoon. Is that good for you?😊

“What is wrong with me?” Felix whispered to himself. What’s with all of emoji’s? Overcompensating at its finest. What have you told her about him, honestly he was trying to appear as genuine as possible but the emojis may have been overkill.

-Yup, lol that’s perfect. Meet at study hall at around 1:30?

lol? What does she mean by that? What’s funny? Is she laughing at him or did he accidentally make a joke?

-Great.😊👍 See you guys then!🤗

It’s like his hands have a mind of their own. He physically couldn’t resist it. Those stupid yellow little faces had him in a chokehold apparently. Felix sat up at the edge of his bed, staring at his phone. He’s so thrown off. This isn’t like him. He’s never had to try to be liked or nice. It’s always come naturally, but now here he is. Sending a thousand and one emojis to someone who has shown no form of dislike towards him. Yet he can’t but fear leaving a bad impression.

One moment.

One girl.

One statement.

Left a lasting effect on him.

“Am I dramatic? Yeah that’s what is.”

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“You’re definitely being dramatic.”

Chris said looking at the messages. The two were sat on the couch in their apartments living area. An hour after the messages the pair had decided to order take out. “Don’t get me wrong, there are for sure too many emojis here but at least you didn’t accidentally send a winking one.” Chris comforted, definitely not speaking from experience. “It’s not about the emojis mate, the issue is me and overthinking.”

Chris leans back sighing. “So you were scared to say the wrong thing to Armani, so you panicked and overniced. And this is all because one person apparently doesn’t like you.”

“Mmm hmm” Felix hummed in embarrassed agreement. “I gotta tell you mate, this is starting to sound like an episode of spongebob.” Felix turns to Chris and lightly chuckles.

“Unfortunately you’re right, either that or a poorly written fanfic.”

“Whichever one you’ll have a good ending.”

“If I should be so lucky.”

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“You look like the type of guy to text using an excessive amount of emojis.”

The fuck does that mean?

“Excuse me?”

You’re propped up on your elbow that’s resting on the table. The fluorescent lighting of the study hall, the lighting that makes even the best looking people, appear as sickly Victorian children. Somehow, to Felix’s annoyance, you looked as if you were an angel cascading from heaven. Your hair styled up, adorned with an oceanic blue hibiscus flower hair clip. Your lips perfectly glossed, your eyelashes lovingly complimented your shimmering eyes. Your skin dewy and glowing. Body glitter or do you just naturally sparkle. Your legs under the table crossed, a flowing blue sun dress poured across them. You rolled the ankle of your leg that was crossed, a beach themed anklet wrapped around it, your strapless brown wedged sandals hung loosely from your feet, held on by skill.

Was he underdressed? A simple hoodie and jeans is what his outfit today consisted of. Meanwhile you were dressed as if you were an actor in a perfume commercial that has absolutely no relation to the product at hand. No, what is he thinking? He’s dressed to study, but you. You’re dressed to distract, or is this just you. Naturally distracting.

Torture is what this is, waiting on Armani. Ten minutes away she said. Longest ten minutes of his life. You’re not making it any better, a simple look and hello. That’s all you gave him. You left him in pure silence. Sure he could get on his phone but that didn’t work well. He was overwhelmingly compelled to study you and every detail about you, and he gave in. Short sneaky glances every few moments. It wasn’t intentional, he couldn’t help it. His thoughts were interrupted suddenly, by your comment.

“Excuse me?” Felix nervously chuckled.

“Does this sound genuine? How do I come off? I hope she knows I’m nice.” “That’s what you were thinking huh? When you sent those messages. How obnoxious.” You looked at him, your eyebrows raised in an expression of judgment that hurt his insides. Your plump lips placed in a mocking smirk.

“I..I don’t know what you…” Felix trailed off his soft features twisted with confusion.

“I know people like you. Interesting truly. Your type, the sunshine type. A rarity in today’s world, that’s why everyone loves you. Heart warming kindness and infectious joy. How many times has someone said this about you? A lot I assume. That’s why being liked means so much to you. It’s sickening.”

What in the Joker monologue was that? Did she rehearse that? So many thoughts ran through Felix’s mind. His type? Sickening? For the first time since his childhood, Felix frowned. Really frowned, not a joke with his friends, not a I just ate something disgusting frown, but a real frown. Who are you to say that to him. He’s come to understand that maybe you took his kindness as fake, and that’s why you don’t like him, that’s fine. But this, this is just cruel. Who says that to a stranger?

“You don’t know me.” Simple but that’s all he could think to say, his accent thick, voice deep as usual but laced with a thread of hurt. Your hand dropped from your chin your bracelets jingle, as you leaned back in your chair its metal frame creaking quietly. You looked at him, your eyes shimmering with… what is that? Is that satisfaction? Your lips framed in a smile.

“Oh really?”

“Careful.”

“I may not think you’re nice.”

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late.” Both of you look up to the familiar voice. Armani. Felix’s savior. She took her seat setting down her bag. “Wow it’s hot, this jacket was a BAD idea.” She said with a giggle, tugging off the sleeves of her jacket. “Woah you guys are like dead silent.” Looking between the two of you, she reaches into her bag, and pulls out a decently sized white container with a green label. “Well lighten up bitches, I have good news. So Mr.Henson assigned each group a product. Well I stopped by the store, and picked up said product and oh my gosh this is going to be the easiest project EVER! ‘Blossom Energy’ the scammiest scam to ever scam.” Armani spouted out quickly, slamming the container down on the table. Earning glares from sleep deprived studying students. She mouthed a sorry. Felix chuckled softly. “I don’t think scammiest is a word.” He said smiling. “Well it’s going to be one today.” Armani responded jokingly, her contagious laugh follows.

Armani was his savior. In fact he thinks he’s made a new friend. He’s never laughed so much during a group project before. You barely spoke a word, simple smiles and nods were all you contributed. To be honest Armani spoke enough for the both of you. Fortunately for Felix. Armani took the role as the group lead and assigned everyone a role, Felix would collect articles and summarize them providing sources, Armani would write the actual script, and you would edit the script and design the slides. He was having a great time. In fact when it was over he couldn’t wait for the next meeting.

“See you later Felix.” Armani said smiling and waving, her gestures as large and vibrant as her personality. Felix smiled back “See you guys later.” “I’ll text you.” She responded. As you and Armani walked away, Felix couldn’t help but wonder…

How the hell did you two become friends?

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“You look really pathetic.”

“What?”

Armani’s eyes are full of tears, her lips trembling, knees pulled up to her chest, her head tilted back, her eyes looking up at the impeccably dressed seven year old girl whom now stood over her, casting a shadow on her already gloomy appearance. She couldn’t help the crack that pierced her words, combined with her crying and the brutal statement that just bestowed her ears.

The girl that stood above her, looked shockingly put together, something out of place in the recesses ground filled with tiny humans, who wore simple clothing adorned with grass and mud stains. Her on the other hand wore a pristinely white “Peter Pan” collared button up short sleeved shirt, a pastel yellow sweater vest with her name Y/N embroidered in the corner, a white pleated skirt, white lace trimmed ruffled socks, and lastly on her feet were white Mary Jane’s. Her hair was styled neatly to the back, a singular yellow ribbon bow as an accessory.

“What is wrong with her?” Armani thought. “That much white during recess. Is she crazy?”

As if the girl heard her thoughts, she smiled and said, “White shows confidence, superiority, and strength. Recess or not, you should also dress to command respect.” She glances at Armani’s state, “You should take notes. Clearly.” Armani had never met any one her age who spoke like that, in fact most adults she knew didn’t speak like that, not to her at least.

“What does that mean?”

The girl or Y/N rather, carefully lowers herself to Armani’s level, careful as to not to crease her shoes or dirty her clothes. “If you stay like this, people pleasing, you’ll only get hurt, now or later. Good news for you, it happened now. Letting people’s opinions of you dictate your actions, decisions, and mood, is an exhausting way to live and even worse to witness from a third person perspective. Look at you now, crying because you heard a bunch of snotty nosed losers calling you an abhorrent excuse for an insult like goody two shoes.” The girl ended with a tsk and roll of her eyes.

Y/n’s eyes bore into Armani’s, a look that made her subconsciously straighten up, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“You know what kid? I actually like you, I see value in your personality, you just need a bit of polishing. I suppose I’ll help you.” Y/n stated as if she was a cowboy in some old western film, she stood up and outreached her hand for Armani to take. She did.

Standing up Armani dusted her clothes off and said, still sniffling, “Help me with what?”

“Not get hurt again and be like me.”

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“And we’ve been friends ever since.”

“Two questions.”

“Go ahead.”

“One so she’s always been like this and two, why were you referring to yourself in third person Armani?”

Currently Felix and Armani sat in study hall, waiting for you. After an hour into working, you’d suddenly left, saying you needed a break. The two had fallen into casual conversation and somehow landed on the topic on how you had met Armani.

“For storytelling purposes, obviously.”

“Of course.” He responded laughing softly.

“To answer your first question though, yes she’s always been……opinionated, a jerk really. Her parents are like uber rich and subsequently pretty absent. She was always left with nannies, and her preferred avenue of entertainment were books……on books on books on books on books. She ran out of age appropriate books to read and began reading odd books.”

“Odd?” Felix asked.

“Yes odd, like the ‘How to have the mentality of a billionaire.’ type books.” Armani explained exaggerating her facial expressions and deepening her voice mockingly.

“Which I guess led to her forming opinions that aren’t necessarily wrong but maybe misguided. You can hear it by the way she speaks in monologues. I think it’s admirable, her dedication, but the times were she gets comfortable and speaks like a normal human being I think she’s even more amazing. I’ve tried telling her this but, she’s so stubborn that her mind can’t be changed. Although truth be told, she did help me a lot back then.”

Felix sighs, his shoulders slightly deflating, “That explains a lot but I still don’t understand, why doesn’t she like me.” Armani shrugs, putting a finger up to her lip, pouting, she looks up in thought. “I have absolutely no idea, I’ve never known her to not like anyone,not immediately at least, she’s usually just blunt. If i had to guess though she may be trying to help you.”

“Help me?”

“Yup.” Armani said popping the p.

“As you’ve heard she has a mini savior complex. Unfortunately though she’s usually correct about it, ie me.” She finished pointing a thumb at herself.

Suddenly two frappes were placed on the table in front of them, “What are you guys talking about?”

“Oh just about how you need therapy.” Armani said smiling at you a comically large smile,squinting her eyes animatedly.

“No thank you, that’d cause for self reflection, and GASP! working on myself. Oh no!.” You responded smirking, sliding a frappe towards Armani. “Of course, you’d just rather fix everyone else.” She returns. “Precisely. My grandiose sense of self actually doesn’t bother me.” Felix wonders if that’s really just sarcasm. You pop a straw into your frosty drink, before taking a sip. Armani nearly does the same before noticing Felix’s lack of beverage, she whips her head towards you, her face one made of an almost motherly disapproval. “Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Why didn’t you get Felix anything?”

Felix chuckles awkwardly “It’s fine really, I’ve had too much caffeine today anyway.” He interjects.

“Sure, but you could’ve at least offered Y/n!”

“Seriously it’s fine.” Felix is in recovery mode. “Let’s just get back to w….”

“No Felix it isn’t fine.” You cut him off.

“I purposely excluded you for no other reason but to be mean, if I was you I’d stop defaulting to niceties.

Your gaze tightens on him, eyes dissecting him. He begins to feel naked despite being completely clothed.

“Though I suppose you’ve gotten too comfortable with that now.”

Felix brows furrow, his mouth opens before closing again “I don’t know how to respond to that.” He hates how speechless you always leave him, good or bad. Armani looks between the two of you, utter confusion written across her face. “Have you guys met before, like did Felix push your childhood puppy into a pit of acid or something?” Felix starts to wonder if he did that himself, there’s no other reason for you to behave like this, to treat him like this. His eyes meet yours and a smile appears across your face.

“You really don’t remember huh?”

“Remember what?” Felix eyebrows furrowed, his mouth slightly agape.

“I kind of figured you didn’t but truthfully, seeing it now, so blatant, has only solidified my opinion of you.”

“So you guys have met before.” Armani semi yelled as if she’s just had an “Ah Hah” moment. Others from surrounding tables glanced at her, theirs eyes tired and disapproving.

“When? Where? How? Y/n why didn’t you say anything, I’m sure this is all some big misunderstanding, we can talk about, and make up. Then we all can be one big happy presentation family!” She squealed, smiling.

Felix was completely misaligned. He’s just as out of the loop as Armani. Surely he’d remember someone like you, you’d had to be mistaken no way had met before. “If I’ve done something to you please just let me know so I can fix it. I would never intentionally do anything to hurt or offend you, so if I did please let me know. I want to make this right.

Your eyes are fixed on his, while he did anything to avoid eye contact. “You know I would be a bit more susceptible to talking it out with you if you’d looked me in my eyes. Regardless I have no interest whatsoever in mending things with you, to be quite frank with you, after this project I never want to speak with you again.”

Armani clapped her hands together, awkwardly smiling. “Welp, I don’t know about you but I’m feeling pretty tired, so how and we all just call it day and pick back up tomorrow. Very unfortunate we didn’t get anything done though.” She packed her bag before standing up. She grabbed your hand and pulled you to her side.

“See you later Felix.” She bided before ushering you out of the door.

Felix sat there longer than necessary, racking his brain, trying to remember you. To ant on lookers he must’ve appeared crazy. Sitting there unmoving, eyes shut, and brows furrowed. Try as he might he just couldn’t think of a single memory of you.

Someone is losing their mind and he couldn’t figure out whether it was you or him.

𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆝𓆟

“Good evening, Ms. Y/n.”

The young woman said smiling, with a light nod of her head. Her black and white uniform pristine, not a wrinkle or speck of lint in sight.

“I’ve told you already need for the Ms, Sydney. I’m pretty sure we’re nearly the same age any way.” You frown at her, shaking your head with playful disappointment.

“I know, it’s habit. I’m sorry.” She ends with a chuckle. Sydney is one of your parents maids. As much as it disgusts you to say that, unfortunately that is essentially what she is.

“Are my parents home yet?” You say slipping off your shoes, neatly placing them on the rack.

“No not yet, but they’ll be here soon.”

“Of course” you think to yourself. “Is the table set yet?”

You ask you make your way to the dining area, greeting the rest of the staff as you do.

“No, I apologize! This I was told 7:30. If I had known you were coming sooner I’d have done it quicker. I truly apol…..”

“I’ll help you.” You interject.

“What?” She looks at you with such confusion it concerns you.

“I’m perfectly capable of helping, so why would I let you do everything and just sit around doing nothing?”

“Thank you. Really.” She starts grabbing plates from the china cabinet and delicately places them on the table top.

“I haven’t done anything….” You sigh trailing off. “Not a single thing.” You and Sydney fall into a rhythm, placing china and cutlery.

“So is there a special occasion?” She asks, placing a pitcher of water on the table. You’re sat now, Sydney declined sitting with you stating she had responsibilities yet to be completed.

“My birthday.”

“Oh. Dinner with parents before the party huh?” She giggles, looking at you with a playful look in her eyes. Your mind wanders back to Armani asking if you’d wanted to do something for your birthday. You’d turn her down, citing that you had a dinner with your parents. The look in her eye when you had said that, a face undoubtedly saying “are you sure?” you weren’t. In fact you wanted nothing more than to have a fun night with just you and her, saying to hell with your parents. Unfortunately though you’re not that interesting, if your parents say dinner at 7:30 you’ll be there.

So when Sydney asks you….

“Oh. Dinner with parents before the party huh?”

You just smile.

—

You feel like a little girl again sitting there waiting for your parents to come home. You don’t know why but you always waited, you knew they’d never come by dinner but yet you always waited. Here you are waiting again, glancing at your phone’s clock that read 9:37. The pitcher of water moist with condensation, the ice homed in it, melted long ago.

You’re not upset anymore with them, that feeling left an hour ago, along with the staff. Around 8:20 Sydney came to you with a smile laced with pity, informing you of her leaving. She’d left the food on warmers in the kitchen, those of which you had turned off at around 9:13, not wanting anything to dry out.

Minnie taught you that. “People think that a warmer doesn’t cook the food, just leave it on there long enough and see what happens.” She’d said to you one day after you’d asked her why’d she’d always turn them off after a while of waiting on your parents. Minnie your childhood nanny would always wait with you. She knew just as good as you did that they weren’t coming, yet she’d wait anyway.

You sat and stared at the wall, thinking back to happy memories with her. All of these joyful moments flashed through your mind.

—

“Hello.” Your dad says, sitting down across from you. Your mom says nothing just smiles quickly. “It’s nearly ten o’clock.”

Your father chuckles as he looks at his watch. “So I see.”

You sit there for a moment in silence. “We’re waiting darling.” Your mom says suddenly. You look at her confused. “On you to bring out dinner, silly.” She laughs.

“It’s my birthday.”

“Y/n we’ve been working all day long, are you really going to make your tired parents get up?” Your dad scolds you as if you’re a child. You abruptly stand up and walk to the kitchen. You place the dishes on the table. Grilled fish, a side of salad, and asparagus. Your mom makes your dad and hers plate, then they begin eating.

“Aren’t you going to eat honey?” Whichever of them asks, you have no idea because your hearing has gone stuffy, your vision blurred, as your eyes filled with tears. You shut your eyes fighting back the tears.

“I’m allergic to fish.” You whisper. Your dad puts down his fork and raises his eyebrows, “Really? Since when.”

“Since I was three.”

Your parents looked at each other before eventually your dad shrugged returning to his meal.

“Oh,I had no idea.”

𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆝𓆟

Felix taps his ringed pointer finger against his lips. The computer screen cast a pale blue glow against his freckled face.

One Hundred Percent

The grade given to him by his professor did little to amend the feeling you left behind in him. After the incident you’d met as a group again, a few times actually. Somehow though, actually remarkably so, you had managed to not say a word to him. You didn’t need to, your eyes did it for you. A real talent you had he thought. To be able to make someone feel so cold, vulnerable, and uncomfortable with just one glance.

It seemed as if he wasn’t even worth the effort of a full look. He thinks he’d be fine if someone didn’t like him. Sure it’d never happened but he can respect everyone’s opinion regardless of what it was. You thought, oh god how it affected him in ways he’s ashamed to admit. Maybe it’s the lack of build up or explanation that does it, maybe it’s because he wasn’t even able to know you long enough for you to hate him so viciously.

“Hate is a strong word.” Chris tells him, but Chris has never been under the dismantling pressure that are your eyes. Such beautiful things they are, incredible how you were able to turn them into such a lethal weapon. On par with Gino’s domain expansion, or at least that’s what Felix thinks. It might as well be due to the way he feels frozen just from a simple side eye. Weeks of this just for a simple A.

That isn’t enough.

𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆝𓆟

“We got an A, we got an a!” Armani dances through your shared living space. “Please stop, we cannot afford another noise complaint. You’re behaving as if you’ve never gotten one.”

“Well considering how much of an asshole you were being during each session, I’m treating this as an award.” She stops her dancing to stand in front of you sassily, her facing positioned in a matching expression.

“Asshole is crude, I prefer bitch.” You smile at her. She plops down on the couch beside you. “Hey I don’t get why you don’t like him, even still I’m sure you have a real reason but sometimes you just have to let things go. Or at the very least get both sides to be at peace with it. I’m not saying forgive him for whatever it is he did but….” She sighs “I don’t know, you get what I’m saying, right? You don’t deserve to let it continue to anger you.”

“I’m not angry with him.”

“Then why else did you treat him like that?”

You lean your head against the back of the couch, sighing…..

“I just wanted to see if I was special.”

𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆝𓆟

“Alrighty guys, it’s time for rest hour, please everyone let’s be on our best behavior.” Camp counselor Luke announced loudly. Today was your first day at camp, any other year you’d be excited, not this summer though.

For whatever reason your parents had decided that right before they hugged you goodbye, would be the perfect time to tell you that they had fired your nanny who’d basically had raised you your entire life. Obviously this kinda ruined the whole summer camp experience.

They didn’t even bother to give you a reason, simply saying that she wasn’t the best fit for them anymore. Eleven years you had known this woman, and you were only twelve, and this is how they told you. So yeah it’s kinda surprising you were able to make it this long in the day without crying. Although you did have a reputation to uphold, so of course you could hide in a stall somewhere and cry, no you had to make sure there was no possible way someone could find you. You found a nice cozy spot free of poisonous plants behind a few bushes, entirely secluded from the rest of camp, no buildings or activities nearby, how could anyone find you here?

“Are you okay?”

You jump up, from your crisscrossed apple sauce position, completely startled. You turn facing the person who’d suddenly intruded on your personal time.

A messy brown haired, freckled boy is looking right at you, his eyes are filled with concern, his hands are tightly gripping a seemingly heavy basket.

“What are you doing here?” You say quickly wiping your face of tears, straightening your back, trying to appear as if you weren’t just doubled over in tears.

You smooth down your incredibly formal sun dress, that of which you had argued with the counselor over. They’d wanted you to change into a camp shirt and shorts, that did not fly with you, so after around ten minutes of bickering with the counselor, she gave in and allowed you to wear quote “the darn dress!”.

“I’m collecting rocks,” he holds up the basket, shaking slightly under the weight. “and I saw that you were crying and I wanted to see if you were ok.”

“I’m fine, and why are you collecting rocks here,” you wave your arms around, motioning to the space around you. “There are so many other places you could go.”

“You don’t look fine.”

You’re staring at him, pouting your lips, your arms are crossed, your weight is shifted on one leg causing your hip to pop out and your other knee to bend. The boy begins to softly smile.

“What’s funny?” You ask.

“Nothing,” he quickly says “it’s just the way you’re standing, it’s cute, I guess.”

You straighten up, because you aren’t supposed to look cute, you’re supposed to look mature and powerful.

“What’s your name kid? Who’s your family?” You try to make your voice sound as commanding as a twelve year old girl could.

“Um my name is Felix and I don’t really know how to answer the other question.” He responds nervously.

You reach out your hand for him to shake “Y/n L/n, my family are the L/ns. It’s your pleasure to meet me.” He chuckles and places his basket on the ground before shaking your hand.

“Seriously though if you want to talk about it we can.”

“About what?”

“About why you were crying.”

“I was….” You pause, taking a breath. “it’s none of your concern.”

He visibly frowns. “Yea but we’re camp buddies and camp buddies never lie to each other, and we always help each other.”

He smiles as if that means anything.

“Do you actually believe that? That’s just something counselor Luke says that if one of us breaks a rule, we’ll feel comfortable snitching on each other.” You weren’t wrong per se more so misguided. We won’t get into it but an incident happened last year at camp that caused you to have a certain distain towards “snitches”.

“Yeah I guess your right, but I want to be a councilor soon, so I’ve been trying to do things a councilor would , and one of those things is to make sure everyone is having fun at camp, and I don’t think you’re having fun.”

You sigh before plopping back down on the towel you had laid on the ground. “My parents fired my nannie.”

He sits down next to you, he actually looks interested in what you’re about to say. You turn to face him and his eyes look so comforting, you can’t help the tears that begin to form at your water line. “She was basically my mom, I see her more than my actual parents.” Your voice is shaky. “I thought she was like family so how could they fire her?” Tears finally begin falling from your eyes, as your lips quiver.

Felix gives a quick comforting smile before leaning in and hugging you. Your whole body stiffens for a split second before softening into the hug. You stay like this for a minute. Before Felix pulls away slightly and breaks the silence. You look at him teary eyed.

“Minnie, but I called her Mama Minnie.”

He smiles at that, “She has a kind name.” You nod your head vigorously “She is kind! She’s the kindest person in the world, she makes the best desserts, she always finds a way to entertain me, and she never speaks to me like I’m stupid!”

“Oh? She sounds amazing, you should introduce me to her one day.” Your shoulders deflate. “I don’t think my parents are going to let me see her again.” That realization nearly brought you to tears again, you hold it in though, you’ll be darned if you allowed him to see you cry for a third time.

“Aw. Wel-“ the camps intercom interrupts him. “Five minutes till dinner wash up.” He looks up at the intercom be turning his attention back to you. “We should be getting back.” He stands up and grabs his basket of rocks, nearly tipping over from the weight.

“Yeah.” You quietly respond, as you stand up, dusting your dress off. You both begin walking back to the main area, on the way you and Felix talk about a lot of things. He picks up a few “pretty rocks” on the way, stating that it was for the rock painting activity tomorrow. You just couldn’t see how a rock could be pretty and better believe you let him know.

“Do you want help?” You ask after seeing him struggle to carry the nearly full basket. He smiles. “Sure!” So you grab the other end and continue your walk back. Along with the soreness that began rising up your arm and new sense of hopefulness for the rest of camp arose in your chest.

𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆝𓆟

The rest of camp was amazing, Felix and you had become pretty good friends. Although you couldn’t spend as much time together as you would’ve liked, every moment you did manage to sneak was always special to you.

The last day had arrived and it was time for everyone to bid their goodbyes. Just as your driver had arrived at the parent’s dock, Felix ran up to you hurriedly.

“Y/n!” He shouted slightly out of breath before he finally reached you. “I have this for you.” He reached out his hand and in his palm was a smooth flat stone. Painted with pastels, decorated with glitter, and written slightly messily the words “See rocks can be pretty.” adorned the middle.

Your cheeks warm, and your lips curve into an unfortunately toothy smile. “Thanks, and I guess they can be.” He smiles back and says “Let’s keep in touch.”

“Definitely.”

Yeah right.

Your boyfriend was incredibly talented. He was a dedicated, caring, and hardworking individual and you honestly believed he could do anything he put his mind to.

The problem was that sometimes he just didn't care to put his mind to it.

Because he was a menace. 

One of those such things that he brushed off was baking. After the initial disaster of a Pancake Incident he and Felix had a few years ago, you and he had decided to take a few cooking lessons. He honestly picked up on it fairly well, and you knew he wasn't going to just, burn the kitchen down if you turned your back.

The problem is, he likes that cooking is “vibes based.” You can add and remove seasonings at your will. You can check something and keep cooking it longer if needed without worrying about the structural integrity of it. Those sorts of things.

This was not true of baking. You knew this. Deep down you swore he had to know, too, but at this point you were pretty sure he was just getting a kick out of messing it up.

That had to be the case, right?

Please?

Now you enjoyed baking. From time to time, when you came over to visit Seungmin, you and Felix would bake together. You didn't do it all of the time, but you had a few go-to recipes you liked to whip out for special occasions.

Either way, you considered yourself to be a decent baker. Sometimes Seungmin would help mix things, but otherwise you'd basically forbid him from touching the ingredients when you baked.

So maybe the trainwreck you were currently watching was partially your fault.

Seungmin and Felix were filming a Racha Vlog today. They were supposed to be baking two different recipes: a banana bread cake and cookies.

Felix had wisely decided to take the banana bread recipe for himself and gave Seungmin the cookie recipe.

The team hadn't been able to find a hand mixer, earlier, so Seungmin was currently trying to break apart the butter with a whisk.

A whisk.

Honestly you preferred using your spatula over your hand mixer, anyway. Who the hell gave him a whisk for mixing solids like butter?

As Seungmin was trying to get the excess butter out of the whisk with a random knife he'd found, one of the staff members came back with a hand mixer. The cameras shifted to focus in on Felix for a moment while they switched Seungmin over to the other device.

Seungmin stepped behind the cameras, grinning at you cheekily.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You're doing this on purpose aren't you?” You whispered to him.

“It said to use powdered sugar!” He protested, still grinning.

You jabbed him in the chest lightly. “That is not what I mean and you know it. Who the hell gave you a whisk instead of a spatula?” 

Seungmin put a hand up to his ear. “Oh, they're calling me back to set, sorry.”

You huffed, crossing your arms and raising an unimpressed eyebrow at him. He just winked and walked back out to the table the staff had setup the mixer at.

You had to cover your hand to stifle a laugh when Seungmin immediately splattered butter across the table when he flicked on the mixer. He grumbled and whined about how messy it was as he tried again anyway.

It truly isn't that easy to fuck up a cookie recipe. The instructions were all right there. You just had to follow them. It didn't even involve difficult techniques like folding or getting stiff peaks! 

The key words there, however, were follow the recipe, which Seungmin seemed very determined not to do.

You winced as you watched him dump the powdered sugar into his bowl without measuring it first. A part of you wished you could see the recipe too, but maybe ignorance was bliss in this case.

And now he was just, using the hand mixer while it was turned off to mix the ingredients together. You swore you could feel your eye twitching while you also tried not to laugh at the situation.

“Ah- why is the butter disappearing?” He questioned as he stared at the bowl.

You knew what was happening as he mixed together powdered sugar and butter, but he seemed more confused than ever. He glanced up, eyes moving over to you for one second, pleadingly.

You just gave him two thumbs up and he sighed, resuming his manual mixing.

“Felix, how’s it going over there?” Seungmin asked, trying to get the attention off of him.

Eventually, he took his mix back over to where Felix was valiantly greasing a cake pan. 

And now he had a spatula in hand, finally.

“It looks okay so far, right?” Seungmin asked, showing Felix the mixture as he tried to scrape more of the excess off of the mixer.

“Okay next is cake flour, or wait… I think the eggs are next.”

Seungmin grabbed an egg and glanced down at the tablet that was showing him the recipe.

“How many eggs- egg whites?” He read, tilting his head in confusion. 

He huffed, staring at the screen and then glancing between the egg and his mixture. “Surely it doesn't matter. Yolk is yummy.”

You blinked once. Twice. 

Surely he could feel your glare from across the room, because he glanced up, immediately locking eyes with you. He took in your expression and huffed out a laugh. “Okay, okay, I'll try…”

In his defense, he did indeed try. He gingerly cracked the egg and tried to keep the yolk inside of the shell while pouring out the whites.

He paused, glancing down at his bowl. “The yolk cracked…”

He tried to scoop some of the yolk out into the sink before shrugging and calling it “good enough.” 

You could see the yellow in the bowl from across the room.

After he dumped the “egg whites” into the mixture, he grabbed the bowl and took it back over to where the mixer could be plugged in, clearly determined to try again.

Both you and the camera man took a step back as he turned on the device.

Seungmin looked up and turned off the mixer, puppy dog eyes on full blast. “Wait, why are you backing away?”

You snorted and covered your mouth again immediately, but Seungmin clearly heard you. He beamed and looked back at the bowl. “Let’s pre-mix it first.”

So he gave it a few stirs before turning the mixer back on. He did much better this time, to be fair, and he even partially shielded the edge of the bowl to prevent any extra mess.

Seungmin took his batter back over to the island Felix was working on so he could reference his recipe video again. He tapped on the screen to turn it back on and looked at the video before looking back at his bowl.

“Why is mine so much more yellow than theirs?” He asked himself, staring at his batter, as if expecting answers.

Obviously the added yolk couldn’t have anything to do with it.

He shrugged it off and started working on the cake flour. He cut open the bag, laughing to himself as powder spilled onto the counter top. You smiled. God his laugh was probably your favorite sound next to his singing.

You were glad he was having fun at least.

As he started to pour the flour into the sifter, his eyes suddenly widened. “You have to slow down!” He said to the YouTube video. “You can’t skip ahead- I’m just a beginner!”

You pressed your hand firmly over your mouth so the cameras wouldn’t pick up on your laughter.

“Why do I even need to sift this anyway?” He asked as he continued to sift it and watch the video at the same time. “Can’t we just put it in?”

You shrugged. You wanted to give commentary so badly, but you knew you couldn’t.

He had a point, though. For simple butter cookies it really was a superfluous step.

“How much am I supposed to add?” Seungmin asked himself quietly as he continued to shake the flour in.

My god, how could one possibly know? Maybe the recipe video they were watching?

Seungmin started to sing to himself as he moved on to adding cocoa powder into the mix.

Which he also didn’t measure, but really what did you expect at this point?

For some reason, he figured this step needed the electric hand mixer also instead of the spatula. So, he brought it back over to the other station, winking at you as he walked up. He brought over a pan and used it to try and shield the bowl as he turned on the mixer again.

Yet the cocoa mix still got onto the table somehow.

“What am I doing wrong? Should I just use the spatula?” He asked, glancing over at you.

You nodded eagerly. “Please,” you mouthed to him.

He chuckled. “I’m not stressing you out am I?” He teased, knowing you couldn’t answer as he walked back over to Felix.

“I think this is the best I’ve done,” he announced proudly.

Again, he wasn’t wrong. You just weren’t sure how sweet these cookies were going to actually be.

A staff member slid Seungmin some piping bags, staying just out of view. They were set up for him to use, piping tips already waiting at the bottom of the bag, so he couldn’t possibly mess it up.

He scooped the brown dough into the bag and you had to agree, it did sort of look like poop.

It held its shape like poop, too.

As he tried to encourage the batter to go further down the bag, you let out an audible sigh, staring at the very much still sealed base of the bag.

The staff did the right thing. Your boyfriend, however, was very much becoming an honorary member of paboracha.

You were staring at him with all of your might, trying to get him to look up at you. Alas, you still weren’t telepathic, so he moved, trying to get the other half of the batter into the other piping bag. He stared at it and just started laughing, causing Felix to laugh, too.

At least he wasn’t frustrated by it, though it took a lot to really frustrate him.

“Yahhh, help me,” he whined as he brought the bags right over to you. “What am I doing wrong?”

Your eyes widened, not expecting him to come up to you, but you also were intensely relieved that you could finally step in. You huffed, looking up at him fondly. “Well, it’d help if you actually cut the tip off so that the air and batter had a place to go.”

Seungmin stared at the end of the bag and smacked the middle of his forehead. “Oh my god,” he laughed. Then, he leaned in and kissed your forehead. “Thank you.”

You grumbled and shoved him away. “You can thank me by keeping the cookies to yourself.”

“Yah! They’re gonna turn out great!” He argued as he started to step back into frame.

“Fine, you try it first then!” You laughed.

“I’ll save you a slice of cake,” Felix promised, looking up at you and winking.

Seungmin stepped back into frame and cut off the tips, explaining his brilliant thought process as he went. You snickered to yourself, knowing he hadn’t exactly thought of it himself, but who were you to steal his thunder.

Besides, Stay didn’t need to know.

He started trying to pipe out the batter but the consistency just wasn’t working with him. It came out in small chunks, reminding you a lot of poop.

Very appetizing.

Seungmin was quick to point it out, too, making Felix double over in laughter.

“It’s fine, I don’t need the piping bag,” Seungmin said, now trying to scrape it back out the other way. 

The two roommates kept snickering back and forth. Felix was valiantly trying to stop laughing, but he just made himself start tearing up instead as he couldn’t keep it in. “I’m actually crying,” he wheezed, wiping his eyes.

Seungmin decided that he didn’t need tools anymore and started spreading the batter onto the baking sheet by hand, much like one would with playdough. You sighed to yourself. 

Seungmin looked up at you. You swore your sigh hadn’t been that loud, but maybe it had been. “I promise my hands are clean!” He said, looking back at the dough. You knew he was talking to you.

You shook your head fondly and Seungmin glanced back up, grinning at your reaction before returning to his work.

Next to Seungmin were two cookie molds: a puppy one and a bird one. The goal was going to be to make little BbokAri and PuppyM cookies.

You knew better than to jinx it, trying your best to just will him on, but as he tried to stamp one of the cookies, the batter got stuck inside of it.

You tilted your head back to stare up at the ceiling. 

Maybe if you asked the director nicely he’d let you step in. At least they could be a cute shape still then-

Seungmin stared at the cookie batter as if offended by its stubborn stickiness. Felix just started laughing again.

“What am I supposed to do after this? It’s supposed to stamp a face but-” Seungmin laughed as he finally managed to get one face stamped successfully. 

He glanced over, pretending to look at the camera, but you were right behind it. “Do you want some?” He asked.

You shook your head viciously and he laughed. “I washed my hands!”

You raised an eyebrow as if to say, “You know that’s not what I care about.”

Felix finally got his cake into the oven as Seungmin struggled to make a few shapes. Some of the cookies were thicker than others, but at least they were recognizable.

Since he had nothing else to do, Felix stepped over and started playing with some of the extra batter Seungmin had. He giggled to himself as he molded it into a very recognizable poop pile.

My god they were such boys.

Seungmin had a few shapes cut out now, and he eagerly scurried over to you. “Help me pick out the best ones please.”

“Still not eating them,” you grumbled softly as you chose the best shape of each color.

“Yes you will,” Seungmin sang as he scurried back over in front of the camera.

He proudly showed off the four cookies to the camera before setting the cookies aside while Felix worked on making whipped cream icing.

Felix even used the hand mixer without a problem.

“What- how?” Seungmin asked, inspecting the area Felix used the mixer in, which was noticeably free of flying pieces of whipped cream.

“It’s not that hard to not make a mess mong mong,” Felix teased.

The moment Felix’s timer was done, Seungmin was dragging the banana bread cake out of the oven and getting it set up for his cookies.

“Wait, it doesn’t look done yet,” Felix said as he inspected his cake.

“Well my cookies are in there now, so,” Seungmin shrugged.

“What temperature is it at? Mine needs to go a little longer.”

The two bickered playfully for a moment before Felix slipped his cake back into the oven.

Then, it was clean up time while they waited.

Seungmin turned his cap backwards (like a menace) and started working on cleaning some strawberries for Felix, who was putting the finishing touches on the icing he was making.

You had to stifle laughter again when Seungming started going on about the “ear buds” Felix must be wearing to make him unable to hear him. He glanced over at you at one point, meaning he was partially dragging the bit on just to see you smile.

Missing accomplished.

Finally, the cake and cookies were both relieved of their fiery prison and it was time to decorate.

Of course, neither boy gave them time to cool, which led to some questionably melty icing, but it was fine. They’d still taste the same either way.

Felix’s turned out really cute, and even Seungmin’s piping job made the cookies look adorable. He proudly showed them off to you and you gave him two thumbs up, making him smile.

The two plated their creations and took them to the nearby table so they could taste test them.

First, they cut into the cake. You shuffled over to this part of the room, excited to see how their creations turned out.

Felix had a bite first and his eyes widened excitedly. “Oh! It’s pretty good isn’t it?” He said as he waited eagerly for Seungmin’s reaction.

You could tell from the look in Seungmin’s eyes that he liked it, but immediately he covered his face, acting as if he was struggling to not spit it out.

“Stop acting!” Felix told him.

“It tastes like a low-sugar carrot cake,” Seungmin deadpanned once he swallowed the bite.

Felix scoffed. “Low sugar? I put in so much sugar!”

“It said 15 grams but you dumped in 31 grams,” Seungmin agreed, snickering.

Felix suddenly looked over at you. “No seriously, try it!” He said, grabbing his plate and eagerly scurrying behind the camera.

Felix held out his fork to you and you leaned in to take a bite. You covered your mouth to be polite as you chewed. Felix stepped back, looking at you excitedly. “How was it?”

You nodded and held a thumbs up. “I like it.” You said softly, making Felix beam and point at Seungmin.

“Hah! I knew you were faking,” he said.

Seungmin just ignored him, though you saw his mouth twitch in a slight smirk. Currently, he was contemplating the cookie he had on his plate. He hesitated before taking a bite.

Felix was walking around behind him and didn’t see the way he recoiled at the flavor. You instantly had to step back from the cameras as you desperately tried to hide you laughter.

“Mmmm, it’s so good,” Seungmin said, trying to sound convincing.

Felix, the beloved sunshine he was, didn’t hesitate to take a bite of his own cookie.

“Yeah it tastes just like something you’d get from a cafe,” Seungmin continued, grinning to himself as Felix looked like he was having an out of body experience.

“Okay but, how much sugar did you put in these?” Felix asked, pointing at the cookie on Seungmin’s plate.

Not enough.

Though maybe he just put too much flour in.

Either way.

“Mine’s low-sugar,” Seungmin joked. “I didn’t add any.”

Felix glanced over at you, looking for confirmation, but you just held up your hands. Yes your boyfriend was a menace, but you always played along. He wouldn’t be getting the truth out of you.

Felix looked back at Seungmin. “Really?”

“I added sugar powder, not sugar,” Seungmin finally admitted, grinning to himself as if he’d just told the biggest joke.

Felix looked back at you. “You sure you don’t want to try a cookie, too?”

You immediately held your hands up in an X shape in front of you, shaking your head rapidly side to side. Both boys laughed.

“Alright, well, that was great baking today,” Seungmin grinned, showing off the remaining “Mad PuppyM” cookie he had.

“Great baking!” Felix agreed, waving his knife at the camera as the two signed off.

Once the director yelled cut, the two boys relaxed and you finally stepped into frame.

Seungmin grinned cheekily up at you. “Cookie?” He offered.

You squinted at him. “I saw what you did to them. Way too much flour, not enough sugar. You were rolling them out with your hands!”

“They were clean!” He laughed, pushing the cookie towards you one more time with a pleading look.

You glared at him before hesitantly taking it.

You were curious.

You took a small bite and immediately wrinkled your nose. “God, nope. I’m okay.” You said, spitting out the small piece.

Seungmin and Felix laughed. “Maybe you should be my recipe guide next time,” Seungmin suggested, winking. “Your cookies taste much better than these.”

“Let’s not go blaming the recipe for this one,” you countered. “You didn’t measure anything Kim Seungmin.”

“I don’t need to when I have you there,” he continued cheekily.

You huffed, rolling your eyes, but you were smiling. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Cuter than him?” He asked, holding up the remnants of the “mad” PuppyM cookie.

You laughed. “You know what? Yeah, you’re cuter than this specific version of PuppyM.”

Seungmin gasped. “I’m telling him you said that next time I see him.”

“I don’t think he’ll be offended by my comment,” you countered. “He’ll be more offended by the fact that you called this-” you held up the cookie “-a PuppyM!”

“The BbokAri one was pretty cute,” Felix said, showing off the remaining cookie.

“You know, it’s hard enough you could probably keep it and it wouldn’t go bad,” you joked.

“Hey!” Seungmin laughed.

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow and knocked the Mad PuppyM cookie against the table.

It didn’t break.

“Nooo you’re hurting my feelings,” he whined. “You must repay me by making me cookies tonight when we get home.”

“I think you’ve had enough sweets,” you said.

“No come on, you can show me how to do it better,” he said as he stood up. “You could put your arms around my waist and- well, you can’t really see over my shoulder if you do that-”

You playfully smacked his shoulder, making him laugh. “Maybe I do need you to help me make cookies more often so you aren’t a total disaster next time.”

“Oh no, spending quality time with my girlfriend, what torture,” he drawled, smirking.

“Just for that, Felix gets to lick the spoon next time,” you declared, turning and walking away.

“Yes!” Felix called, catching up with you quickly.

“No!” Seungmin whined, scurrying to walk on your other side. “He gets to lick the spoon when he makes brownies already. It’s not fair!”

You turned to make a remark but Seungmin swooped in and gave you a peck on the lips, causing you to lose your train of thought.

He smirked at you.

You sighed playfully. “Yeah, fine, you can lick the spoon.”

“Yes!”

“Hey! That’s not fair! I can’t kiss her-”

“Exactly, and now you can’t lick the spoon either-”

“Oh my god neither of you are going to get to lick the spoon.”

“No no we’re sorry.”

“We’ll shut up.”

“That’s what I thought.”

thank you so much for reading! sending you a kiss, quick, catch it . . . ᥫ᭡

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