warning(s): established relationship, cuss words, direct mentions of food
wc: i'll start doing this at some point 😭
notes: i wont lie, this is kinda messy | 04:27AM
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Lee Felix, one of the sweetest boys youd ever met. Much like his brownies. Sweet, warm, comforting. One of the same.
Sometimes it really seemed like he was always in the kitchen. A new batch of cookies, stray measuring spoons, flour coated hands.
More than that, a constant flow of music, a flush of red on his cheeks when it got too hot, a warm glow when his newest baked good came out perfectly.
There were many days like this, there was almost none where Felix wasnt at least looking at a new recipe.
Today was no exception.
He had dragged you into the kitchen in the hopes of teaching you how to make cat-shaped cookies for Minho.
It was almost like he was in his own world.
Wrapped up in the music flowing throughout the kitchen, explaining his own recipe with such an overjoyed look on his face.
He never stopped moving, hands with a mind of their own.
But when he did break off from his movements, it would be to look at you.
Head slightly tilted, eyes bright.
"Do you understand that bit? I can explain it again if you want"
Even when you shook your head for the third time, he spoke gently, guiding you through it all with an unreasonable amount of patience.
Sometimes he had to physically guide you through it to help you remember, by your side and pointing out the things required.
"Then this bit here, you just need to knead all of the colours into the seperate dough. Dont worry, I'll just be over there"
In all honesty, you knew what to do. But if playing dumb meant Felix would go on one of his baker rants and give you a compliment or just some reassurence, you would do it in a heart beat.
It was sweet to see him be so deeply enthralled in helping you with something he loved to do.
Of course, most of the time, he would take over and then remember that he was supposed to be teaching you. The pause in his movements and even the slow blink before he looks up and laughs, it was all something so endearing.
"Shit, sorry, y/n! Where were we?"
He has to backtrack a lot of the time, fumbling over his words as he sorts out the recipe in his head.
An occasional frantic hand when one of you nearly pours in the wrong ingredient.
A huff of air when he has to check his phone after forgetting how long he has to bake the cookies.
Even a stomp of his foot when he's mid-rant and the music stops.
Then the process of decorating the mostly-made-by-felix cat cookies.
"Do you wanna do these ones? You have the steadier hands"
Thats a lie.
But when he ruffles your hair or possibly lack-there-of and moves away to get another piping bag, you cant protest.
Its a work in progress as the two of you pipe on small features in various colours, hunched over next to each other and teasing the other when something looks off.
But if the end-product is anything to go by, Felix is proud.
"You did so well, y/n!" Accompanied by an abundance of chaste kisses to your face.
The cat cookies look horrible.
But Felix is glowing, bouncing up and down as he looks at them
His and yours.
Despite the messes made and the oddly shaped tail, theyre perfect.
