Sugar Cube
⏤ sugar cube ࣪ ⤹
you visit your baker boyfriend of seven months for a surprise breakfast date at his café.



꒰ lee felix + fem!reader ⏤ 2.2k words ꒱ oneshot
༄ content info & warnings !! established relationship. non idol au ; baker!felix. fluff & light crack(?) ⋆ some swearing & felix says something suggestive like once.
✉️𓂃 ࣪˖ the song that hyunjin sings along to is camp by basecamp! it inspired me to write this (despite the lyrics having nothing to do w the plot) so i strongly recommend you give it a listen :) this is lowk a filler fic cs i’m still working on that seungmin slow burn.. but enjoy nonetheless! feedback is always appreciated <3 unedited as of 8/17!

When you step into the cozy café your boyfriend owns, the small bell above the door cheerfully announces your arrival with a loud jingle. You slide your phone into the back pocket of your jeans and tread over to the counter with a yawn.
It’s quiet today, you note, and you discover why when your gaze drifts over to the usually-packed seats of the shop. You’re the only customer right now — it must be so empty because it’s not even seven yet, you conclude. With a tiny nod to yourself, you turn back to the display case stacked full of fresh sweet treats and lean down to get a better view, despite seeing the exact same selection every time you come here.
“Welcome to Sugar Cube Café!” A friendly voice calls out from the stock room. You look up and trace the sound to its source, finding the dark brown door to the space ajar. The voice continues, though it sounds a bit more winded now. “Someone will be with you in just a moment!”
“Take your time,” you call back in response and go back to peering down at the pastries on display. You silently contemplate on whether you should try something new as an upbeat song floats through the small shop.
A loud crash suddenly sounds from the back room and you jolt in surprise, blinking with bemusement. A second later, a familiar lanky man with a black mullet stumbles out, his fluffy hair mussed and the signature red apron of the café he wears slightly rumpled from all the commotion. You smile, biting back a giggle at your friend’s clumsiness, and he returns it as he moves to man the register.
“Hey!” Hyunjin says brightly as he presses palms down to lean on the counter. “Haven’t seen you in a while! What would you like today?”
You open your mouth to respond, but the barista doesn’t give you the opportunity to speak before his own mouth is running again. “Hold on, you never visit unless…” He quirks a brow, still grinning a bit toothily at you. “Are you here to actually buy a sweet treat for once or just to see your boyfriend?”
You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face contrasts the seemingly-irritated action so strongly that Hyunjin knows you’re not truly annoyed. “Actually—” you start, but he scoffs in a knowing tone before you can finish.
Hyunjin feigns hurt as he dramatically slaps a hand over his heart. “How could you!” He wails, since no other customers are currently present due to the early hour. “And here I was,” he continues with a sniffle, “thinking you’d come to visit and try one of our delicious treats for once.”
You punch him in the arm in playful reproach and he whines loudly, hopping further away from you despite the already considerable distance between you two due to the counter. “I do visit for the treats, not just my gorgeous man,” you huff. He ignores you in favor of clutching his arm, howling like it’s a damn bullet wound. “You’re so annoying,” you sigh to conceal the small chuckle that escapes you as you go back to perusing the pastries.
While you fall quiet and take a moment to contemplate, Hyunjin finally tames his hair and straightens his apron as he quietly sings and sways along to the new song that comes on. You nod along to it for a moment as well before tapping on the glass at Felix’s signature brownies. You’ll just try something new next time.
Hyunjin follows the lyrics into the rap verse of the song as he goes to pull a box of the brownies from the display while you sidle back over to the register to pay. He returns and places it on the counter a minute later, free hand fumbling for a bag as he busies himself with ringing you up.
Just as you remove your card from the reader and prepare to ask Hyunjin about the name of the song, you startle when a deep voice calls from the back. “Hyunjin! What did you do with the flour?”
You grin at the familiar Australian twang that softens the vowels of the newcomer’s words. With an exaggerated sigh, Hyunjin pushes the bag into your hands and wanders to the backroom, quietly closing the door behind him this time.
You slip away from the counter to claim your favorite booth near the windows. As you settle onto the cushion that’s slightly warmed by the fresh sunlight slinking in, you appreciatively admire the plants that hang from the ceiling with a smile. This café is so cozy; you love how Felix and his crew decorated it.
You tug your phone out and begin to mindlessly scroll on social media while you wait for your boyfriend to come and meet you. Without looking, you pull the box of brownies out of the bag, only to jump for the third time today when you look up to find Hyunjin looming over you with a steaming cappuccino in hand.
He sets it down with a snicker. “I was wondering when you’d notice me. I would’ve stood here for an eternity if that’s how long it took, seriously. Anyways, Felix is wrapping up now, so he’ll be out in a sec—”
“No drink for me, Hyunjin?”
You laugh at Hyunjin’s startled expression, pleased to see he’s the one to spook this time. Felix slides into the seat across you with a cheeky grin and Hyunjin mutters something about his blood pressure before he’s bounding across the café and into the back room once more.
Your boyfriend looks spectacular today, as always. Today he’s donned a distressed sleeveless red, white, and black argyle sweater on top of a collared white shirt that also happens to be sleeveless. He’s paired it nicely with a black tie and black jeans to match.
The simple display of his lean muscles has you salivating more than the smell of the freshly baked goods that’s starting to waft into the air from the kitchen. You notice he’s foregone his apron at the moment, presumably because he’s here to sit with you.
Blissfully unaware of the thirsty observations you’re making in your mind, Felix reaches across the table to lace his digits with yours. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming today? I could’ve made you something special, sugar,” he pouts, thumb rubbing small circles onto one of your knuckles.
Your crazed thoughts melt into something softer at his sweetness. You smile at his thoughtfulness and lift your intertwined fingers to splay them out in an attempt to compare hand sizes. “I wanted to surprise you,” you say. You see the beginning of a toothy grin forming on his face at your words, but he quickly stifles it when he sees what you’re trying to do.
He snatches his hand away with a rueful huff when he sees how your hands dwarf his in comparison, and he lightly kicks your shin under the table. “I take it back,” he sniffs in a haughty manner, looking out the window with his nose raised. “I will never make you anything ever again.”
You giggle, bright and gleeful, and it’s not long before he’s breaking into laughter when he sees your face scrunched up in amusement. He’s too cute.
Both of you eventually settle down and you find yourself steadily drinking your cappuccino while he nibbles on the brownies you bought. Hyunjin eventually brings him freshly steamed tea, as your boyfriend has a notorious distaste for coffee despite owning a café, and the two of you chat quietly about your upcoming plans for the weekend.
You’re in the middle of proposing a possible future vacation together when the door bell chimes and three other employees stroll inside, talking loudly amongst themselves with smiles warmed by the sticky heat of summer.
They nearly don’t notice you as they head to accompany Hyunjin in the back, but Jisung swivels around last second and waves with a grin while his coworkers continue to talk. The two of you wave back and resume your conversation when the trio finally piles into the other room.
“So, Jeju Island?” Felix asks, tilting his head slightly. You nod, setting down your now-empty coffee with an affirming hum.
“Yeah, I was thinking maybe we could visit next Spring. I want to visit the Cherry Blossom Festival; it’d be so fun to go together, you know?”
He nods and rests his cheek in his palm with a soft smile. “I’d love that. We can work everything out in more detail as it gets closer, but for now, it’s a date. Right, sugar?”
You grin and intertwine your hands with his once more. “Of course. I look forward to it, baby.”
Someone gags from beside you. You blink and twist to find Minho standing at the foot of your table, grimacing at the two of you in disgust. Felix promptly bursts into laughter at the sight, and you find it hard to keep a straight face when you hear the silly noise.
Once Felix is calm again and has wiped his tears, Minho sets down a to-go box of cookies. “Chan says to take the day off and have fun,” he says, cocking his hip to shift his weight and wincing when it pops. You snort on accident and he glares, though it holds no real heat.
Felix arches a brow. “What? Nah, I have to work today—”
“FELIX!” Someone barks from the back. The Australian accent that blankets the man’s words is a dead giveaway of who the voice belongs to. “I have a feeling you’re refusing right now!” Chan continues to yell. You feel bad for everyone in the same room as him right now.
You expect to hear another shout, but let out a relieved breath when he pokes his head out through the door a second later instead of continuing to destroy the ears of his coworkers. “Just go, man, we got today covered. You deserve a break!”
Felix opens his mouth to protest, but in the blink of an eye you suddenly find yourself pushed outside of the café doors by Jeongin, the newest and youngest employee. His eyes crinkle with the apologetic smile he gives as he locks the door, and the two of you just stare in disbelief as he prances off to the kitchen like he didn’t just kick Felix and his girlfriend out of the café he very owns.
You continue to blink owlishly at the now-locked handle until Felix just puffs out a laugh as he runs a hand through his hair. “Damn, there’s no way he just did that!” He exclaims, loud enough to be heard through the thick glass. Nobody comes out of the kitchen.
“Well, nothing I can do about it now,” he sighs, turning to you with a mischevious grin, despite knowing full well he can just go in through the back. You play along regardless.
“Yeah, it’s a shame right?” You reply, giving a disapproving head shake with a tut. “That’s actually crazy. Well, since you’re off for the rest of the day, we should totally go back to my place and cuddle on my couch to binge watch sad K-Dramas,” you say, twining your hands with his and already starting to drag him down the street.
He lets himself be tugged along and lifts a hand to cover his mouth as he gives a playfully scandalized gasp. “Wow, that’s all you want to do at your place for once? Shocker.”
You slap him on the shoulder and his words dissolve into the snickers you love to hear in his low timbre. Eventually the two of you make it to the metro and file into a car that’s thankfully not full despite the time nearing the start of most people’s work schedules. You manage to snag two empty seats side by side, and he leans onto your shoulder with a pleased sigh as you admire the scenery that whizzes by.
You play with the ends of his blonde locks as his eyes slip shut and he falls into that strange haze between asleep and awake at the gentle touches. Once you’re home, you’ll push him down onto your couch and cup his pretty face. You’ll pepper adoring kisses all over his freckled skin, pressing words of love into his features. You’ll eventually pull away to put on a K-Drama you’ve been meaning to watch, but it’ll quickly be forgotten when Felix tugs you into his lap to return the favor.
But for now, you let your boyfriend rest against your side in this crowded cab of the metro. You pull your gaze away from the windows to instead admire the slope of his nose, the plushness of his lips, and the freckles that dot his cheeks akin to the constellations above.
When his nose crinkles after a few minutes of quiet dozing and he lightly shakes away an oncoming sneeze, you realize with a dopey smile that you’re in love with him. You don’t know how such a small action could abruptly trigger a realization as grand as love, but you can’t wait to show it through delicate caresses and sweet kisses when you get home.

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⏤ cookies ࣪ ⤹
minho comes home late on your birthday and discovers you in the kitchen.



꒰ lee minho + fem!reader ⏤ 1.7k words ꒱ oneshot
༄ content info & warnings !! established relationship. fluff ⋆ some swearing. it gets suggestive at the end.
✉️𓂃 ࣪˖ i recently tried to make cookies from scratch and it turned out so bad 😭 i’ll stick to the pre-made packs… anyways, enjoy!! unedited as of 8/6.

You prop yourself against the headboard of the bed you share with your boyfriend, Minho, who still has yet to come home. You’re mindlessly scrolling on your phone when you pause and your eyes flicker to the timestamp at the top left of your screen: eleven p.m, it dully reads, and he’s still nowhere to be seen.
Today is your birthday. This year it rolls around on a Wednesday, so it’s no surprise that Minho would be stuck at the company today. However, he often gets out around eight — it’s three hours past that mark, and a bit of sadness creeps into your mind at the realization.
You logically know he can’t control his work schedule and that he would 100% have taken off today to pamper you if he could. But the idol industry is demanding, and Stray Kids is still filming promotions for their new album, so he had no choice but to head in today.
Earlier this morning, Minho woke before sunrise to prepare a lavish breakfast for you. When he eagerly padded back to your shared bedroom half an hour later to rouse you with a proud smile, he found you sprawled out over his side of the bed, sleepily clutching his pillow in wake of his absence.
His heart squeezed in his chest at the domestic sight, so full of tender love for you that it was borderline painful. He leaned on the doorframe for a moment, simply admiring the beautiful slopes of your features that were highlighted by the dim glow of your nightstand lamp. Eventually, he managed to pull himself away from the doorway to wander over to you, waking you with gentle kisses peppered all over your face.
He tugged you out of bed and bundled you into one of his hoodies before happily grabbing your hand and leading you to the kitchen where your steaming meal awaited you on the kitchen island.
Minho hugged you from behind as you dug in, giggling lightly when you praised his cooking between bites with stuffed cheeks and crinkled eyes. It made his heart swell in his chest and the delicate grip he had on your hips tightened ever so slightly as he fought the urge to knead the soft flesh beneath his fingertips. He really is a cat, huh?
When you finished eating, he cheekily claimed he wanted a taste to ensure the food was good. So of course, you smiled and granted him a quick peck before skittering back to your bedroom, ignoring his affronted whine with a playful smile when you reminded him he had to get ready. If you two started making out in the kitchen, things would’ve escalated without a doubt and he would’ve absolutely been late.
With a grumpy pout, he side eyed you from his newfound place in the bathroom. He went through his skincare regimen, got dressed, and caged you in on the bed for one last kiss before he was out the door with a sigh.
You recall the promise he murmured against your lips before he left, the promise that he’ll make it up to you when he gets home.
You sigh and rub your eyes, setting your phone down as you try to ignore the way they burn with exhaustion. You’re going to stay up for him, damn it, even if he comes home at six in the morning.
You toss off the covers and trudge down the hall in a baggy sweater and comfortable shorts to pour yourself a cup of water with a yawn. Hm, maybe you should bake…? It’ll keep you busy while you wait.
And that’s how Minho finds you when you come home. The sleeves of your sweater are tugged up to the nooks of your elbows and a bit of flour taints the front of the dark fabric as you knead at some dough. The floor isn’t spared from your mess, either, and he bites back a laugh at the way your socked feet dance around the fallen powder when you move to transfer a pan.
You don’t notice his presence for a hot second until you hear the crinkle of plastic wrapping and a small giggle from the entryway of the kitchen when you drop a blob of dough on your sock.
You whip around to discover your boyfriend in just a black tee and sweats to match. He’s standing quietly near the corner of the wall with a bouquet of fresh flowers in hand and a lovesick smile on his lips.
“Minho!” You beam, moving to hug him but pausing when you realize your unsanitary predicament. Your clothes are a mess, as is the floor, and the kitchen is in utter disarray from all of the supplies you whipped out to try your hand at baking cookies from scratch. You should’ve just called up Felix for help earlier…
Your smile turns from joyful to sheepish as you turn back to the counter, moving to quickly mold the last bits of dough into vaguely-shaped balls so you could be in his arms sooner than later. “Sorry, I’d hug the fuck outta you right now, but it’s too messy.”
He steps away to place the flowers on the dining table before padding back over to you, heedless of the flour covering the floor. He plasters his chest against your back, giving a pleased hum when your warmth seeps through his clothes and onto his chilled skin. He’s so happy to have you in his arms again. “It’s alright,” he murmurs with a soft kiss to your nape. “I’m sorry for being so late tonight, love.”
You shiver at the press of his lips against your skin, though you’re the farthest thing from cold. “Don’t apologize,” you chide him. “You couldn’t control it, so you did nothing wrong. If anybody’s in the wrong, it’s your company for never giving you time off,” you huff with an eye roll, turning to rinse your hands at the sink. The cookies are finally ready to bake!
Minho stays on your heels like a lost puppy while you flit about the kitchen. You slide the full pan of your questionable cookies into the oven and set a timer for fifteen minutes before moving to clean up the disorder that reigns over your counters.
He helps you clean and you two fall into an easy conversation about how your respective days went. He complains about how long they filmed for, the constant outfit changes, the English interview he had to sit through and struggle to comprehend.
Eventually your conversation fizzles out into a comfortable silence and you both end up on the couch, watching a random romance drama on Netflix. You’re curled into Minho’s side and he’s playing with the ends of your hair when you begin to feel the lingering sadness from earlier finally bleeding out of your frame with every gentle touch.
You’re about to lean up to kiss him, but the shrill ring of the timer goes off and nearly startles Minho off the couch. You laugh at his rapid blinking as you get up to silence the noise and take out the cookies. He finds you again a moment later and peers over your shoulder to look at your fresh creation.
You grimace a bit. “Um… I followed the recipe step by step, dude. I don’t know why it’s so…”
You awkwardly poke at the ‘cookies’ with a fork that stare up at you pitifully from their place atop your counter. They’re golden brown on the outside, which gives them a pleasing appearance, but upon further inspection you quickly discover they’re still uncooked.
Your brows furrow as you genuinely try to trace back where you went wrong, but you’re pulled from your thoughts when you feel Minho vibrating with amusement behind you.
You tip your head back and close your eyes with a rueful sigh when he doubles over, clutching his stomach as he laughs uncontrollably. “Oh my God, they look so fucking sad!” He howls, on the floor at this point.
It’s not even that funny, but seeing him near tears because of your poor baking attempt leads to your own laughter bubbling out of your chest. You end up cackling on the floor with him, and moments later you’re both gasping for breath as you lay side by side on the cold tiles of your kitchen floor.
Your cheeks ache with joy when you sit up and flop over his body, effectively pinning him to the floor with your weight. Minho lets out a punched exhale at the sudden pressure but keeps smiling brightly regardless, his hands coming to rest on the small of your back as you breathe contentedly into the crook of his neck.
“I love you,” you sigh out. You swear you feel his heart stutter in his chest where it’s pressed against your own, and he blinks slowly at the top of your head, cat-like and dopey. “I love you too,” he answers before he pulls you up into a kiss.
You lose yourself as you two lock lips, unhurried and sweet. Although you’re only making out, you can’t help the arousal that starts to simmer in your lower stomach when his hands start to roam beneath the back of your sweater. You smirk against his lips and pull back. “You said you’d make it up to me when you got home, remember? How ‘bout we head to bed and you show me just what you meant, yeah?”
His eyes darken and he wastes no time in hopping up from the floor and scooping you up. You’d just have to throw out the cookies tomorrow morning, you suppose.
“It’d be my pleasure, darling,” he grins as he tosses you over his shoulder with ease like you’re nothing but a sack of rice. You squeal with delight when he lightly slaps your ass and the sound melts into a giggle when he leans in to chomp lightly on a cheek.
“You’re insatiable,” you chuckle when he deposits you on the bed and immediately clambers on top of you. He leans down to suck a mark into your collarbones and you can feel his lips quirk up into a smirk.
“Yeah, but we both know you love it.”

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