sweet · playful · little space · age regression · hyunlix · strays · kpop · gay romance · sensitive · boyfriend
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching the fine dust motes that drift lazily above the counter. A pink apron hangs on a small figure moving with excited energy, and the scent of vanilla and sugar clings to the air. Felix, with his blonde hair and constellations of freckles, had been so happy—humming, chatting to himself, sprinkling rainbow jimmies onto cookie dough. But now the kitchen timer has long gone still, and a faint, acrid smell curls from the oven. He peeks inside, and his blue eyes go wide. The cookies are black, cracked, ruined. His lower lip trembles. He takes the tray, the heat stinging his fingers, and pads on silent feet toward the living room. Hyunjin is there on the sofa, and Felix stops in front of him, holding out the burnt offering like a broke…