#made peanut butter cookies yesterday and it already feels like ten years ago.

[rambunctioustoons]

how we doing out here tonight gamers !!! ✨

[purplesurveys]

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surveys by lets-make-surveys

1 - Who was the last person to knock on your door? Were they there to see you? Nina usually knocks briefly in the evening to let me know it’s time for dinner. Other than my ex in the past, I don’t let anyone stay in my room for long. Knocking and peeking into my room is enough.

2 - Have you left the house yet today? If not, do you have plans to leave the house later on? No, as it’s only 10 in the morning and I don’t really have a reason to be out somewhere this early. I might go out to buy presents for more relatives, but that’s only if I feel productive enough today. We’ll see.

3 - What’s your favourite brand of chocolate? What type of chocolate bar from that brand is your favourite? The older I get the more I feel like gagging from the idea of chocolate bars lol; they’re all just so sweet. These days my top three would be Hershey’s cookies and cream bar, Whittaker’s chocolate peanut butter bar, and Twix bars. I also love Reese’s, but they aren’t bars.

4 - Have you ever met someone in person who you first met on the internet? Do you have plans to do that anytime soon? Yes, I’ve done this before and I’ve recounted the stories on here multiple times. As for the second question, yeah I technically do? I’ve only met my workmates online so far, so I’m constantly looking forward to the opportunity to finally meet them all in real life.

5 - What was the last thing you used a blender for? I’ve never used a blender. We don’t even own a blender.

6 - Have you ever got into an argument with a stranger on social media? Do you remember what it was about? Yeah, but I don’t even remember what it was about anymore...I do know it was this year, and the person deleted the comment that I replied to not long after.

7 - When was the last time you cracked your joints? Is that something you do often? Now that you reminded me, I just did. I do it at least once a day, whenever my fingers start to feel tight and tense.

8 - What time is it right now? If you weren’t doing a survey, what else would you be doing right now? It is 1:52 PM. I’d be heading to the mall to buy more presents, but I don’t feel like getting out of bed yet. I’d also do embroidery, but my online orders are taking a while to arrive :( My online shopping app says I'll be getting them by Jan 3rd, but the shipping tracker says it’s already being shipped from China to here so I’m looking forward to receiving it this week. I hope that’s the case; otherwise it’ll miss the point of being my hobby this Christmas break.

9 - If you had ten minutes to run around an empty supermarket and fill your trolley for free, what’s the first aisle you’d go for? The fancy meat/fish section. Then I’d go to the condiments/spice section, then frozen food, then chips.

10 - Aside from Tumblr, what websites do you visit the most and why? YouTube, because I find videos a soothing distraction; Twitter to keep me updated on local and international news; Reddit for quirky posts; and Wikipedia so I can continue learning trivia I’ll never have to use but want to gain anyway.

11 - Has COVID had any impact on your Christmas plans this year? What’s going to change or be different to normal? My dad is home for Christmas this year, which is one silver lining from Covid. But my relatives living abroad who usually fly back to the Philippines for the holidays obviously won’t be able to this year, so we’re not gonna have a packed family reunion like we normally do. Everything else is the same, but I think the biggest thing about this whole thing is that I can barely feel Christmas coming this year. I think it’s going to feel like such a plain Friday this week; and that makes me a little sad.

12 - What’s your favourite flavour of cake? Are you any good at making that kind of cake? My favorite flavor is chocolate, but my favorite kind of cake (which I enjoy a lot more than general chocolate cake) is cheesecake. I cannot make either, nor can I bake at all.

13 - Do you prefer sweet or sour candy? Sweet. I hate any sour foods with a passion lol especially sour candy; it is my absolute least favorite taste. I don’t find anything enjoyable or fulfilling about it.

14 - What colour is your favourite fruit? Is this a fruit you eat often? Already made my feelings for fruit clear on this blog, haha.

15 - Is your favourite restaurant an independent place or a chain? What is it that you love about it so much? It’s a chain, like most popular restaurants here. Independent places are a little hard to come by, to be honest. They make the best katsu I’ve ever had; and I also like that despite being a chain restaurant, the ambience is still quite sophisticated and date-friendly so I always feel like I’m treating myself whenever I eat there.

16 - Are you genuinely a fan of Starbucks or do you think it’s all hype? I personally enjoy everything about Starbucks. I like their coffees, their Frappes, the ambience in their coffee shops, their playlists, and their line-up of mugs and tumblers. I’ve always felt right at home in their shops and out of all the cafés I’ve been to, it’s always their baristas that have been the nicest.

17 - Do you own a Christmas jumper? What design/pattern does it have on it? No, I don’t.

18 - What’s your favourite fit/style of jeans? I was obsessed with mom jeans throughout 2020.

19 - What was the last non-essential item you spent money on? Overpriced coffee and a sandwich.

20 - Are you currently under any COVID-related restrictions where you live? Are people generally following the rules? Public places are super strict with requiring everyone to wear a face shield and face mask; before entering any establishment, people’s temperatures are taken and everyone’s also required to take a contact tracing form. Anyone under the age of 21 still isn’t allowed to go out for the most part, though I think there are some exceptions now because I see kids younger than me already going on out-of-town trips again. Some places that are big on tourism like Sagada, Batanes, and Baguio are still closed off from the public; those that have since reopened, like Boracay, follow strict protocol and everyone going there is required to undergo a swab test. Everyday Filipinos follow the rules; it’s the politicians and police force who don’t, which feels disgusting to say.

21 - What did you last leave the room you’re in to do? A package arrived for me so I had to pay for it. It was the phone case I ordered for my cousin.

22 - Have you ever read any self-help books? Did you find them useful? No. I don’t really believe in that genre, so I never felt pulled to buy a book.

23 - What’s your favourite programme on the Food Network (if you watch it)? If you don’t get that channel, what’s your favourite food/cookery show in general? All things Gordon Ramsay, man. MasterChef, Hell’s Kitchen, and Kitchen Nightmares are all *chef’s kiss* The Great British Bake Off is also great and something I like watching when I want to wind down :)

24 - Do you still watch cartoons? From time to time.

25 - Who do you know with the most number of siblings? Would you ever want to live in a huge family? My grandpa was one of nine siblings, if I’m not mistaken. I’m not sure if I know a bigger set than that. Unless my family was filthy rich, I would not want to have such a big immediate family.

26 - Are you a fan of garlic bread? Sure. I tend to ask for others’ too, heh.

27 - Do you own any personalised clothing? What’s the reason for getting it? No, not a fan. Two years ago we had a huge family reunion on my dad’s side and we had to wear these cheesy shirts that said “[Last Name] Reunion” with some cheesy motto at the bottom. My parents hated it, which made me feel better about my own feelings about the shirt lol.

28 - Is anyone else in the same room as you right now? What is that person up to? No, it’s just me here.

29 - What colours are you wearing right now? Does your wardrobe contain a lot of those colours? White, maroon, and scarlet. I have a lot of white and maroon; not so much of scarlet as I find the color too bold.

30 - Do you like adding condiments to your food? If so, what are some of your favourites? Yes. My food always needs to have soup, condiments, or sauces; otherwise I tend to feel the dish is too dry. I like mayonnaise, banana ketchup, hot sauce, and lechon sauce.

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1 - What have you been up to so far today? Is that a typical thing for you to do on this particular day of the week? I’ve taken a couple of surveys and started binge-watching segments of my newest Korean reality show discovery, 2 Days 1 Night. The breakout actor from Start-Up and the newest love of my life HAHAHA is a cast member on the current season of 2D1N so I’ve been all over the show today. It’s hilarious; I can hardly believe I’m only discovering the show this late.

2 - Did you get a decent night’s sleep last night? How many hour’s sleep do you consider a decent amount? It was around five hours, which isn’t a lot to me. I usually sleep 7-9 hours these days, but I might wreck my body clock during the holiday break because I want to keep being awake and do the things I haven’t been able to do because of work.

3 - What is one silly thing that really gets on your nerves? Seeing pickles in a burger.

4 - Who was the last person you saw who wasn’t family? What did you guys end up doing together? The friendly Starbucks barista from yesterday; her name was Princess. We didn’t do anything lol, she just took my order and was super friendly about it, and she also gave me the Starbucks planner that I chose to redeem.

5 - Do you prefer hot or cold drinks overall? Cold. I avoid hot drinks now haha. Ever since I had that incident with the takoyaki, I’ve been too scared to let any hot food or drink touch my mouth.

6 - Do you own a decent set of waterproofs? If so, what do you use them for the most? If not, do you think that would be something you’d find useful? I don’t know what this is referring to, and I’m too lazy to Google right now. I’ve only ever known this word as an adjective, whoops.

7 - Do you have any plans for the rest of the day? Take more surveys, and maybe have another cup of coffee. I’ll also have to get started on a daily report I submit for work every weekday morning so that my load will be lighter tomorrow. Our office is technically on shutdown until January 4th, but some clients require a daily report every day and I’ll have to shoulder that with another co-associate. It sucks, but at least it’s the only thing I’ll have to do for the next two weeks.

8 - How often do you get your hair cut? When hairdressers were closed due to COVID, did you try cutting it yourself at home? I only go to the salon once a year, and I already did it this 2020 when I chopped off my hair and got bangs. Yeah, whenever my bangs start to get too long I either ask my mom to trim them or I do so myself.

9 - What did you wear the last time you left the house? Is that different to what you’re wearing at the moment? I walked Cooper half an hour ago and I just stayed in the same clothes I’ve been in all day, which was a tank top underneath an oversized hoodie and a pair of shorts.

10 - Would you rather have a relaxing beach holiday or a more active holiday in the mountains? The beach would be perfect right now, but I think my answer changes every time this is asked and I’m pretty sure I picked mountains the last time HAHAHA. I just realized being in the mountains would give me the same cooped-up feeling I’ve been having from staying at home for such a long time, and it might not be the best and healthiest trip for me...the beach definitely sounds more freeing and therapeutic.

11 - Do you know how to tie a tie? Nah, never learned. I’ve never been good at tying anything up, period.

12 - How old were you when you first had a sleepover at someone’s house? Did you miss home? I was 15 or 16; I’m not entirely sure anymore. Not at all, I was so excited to have been allowed to go to my first sleepover.

13 - How often do you spend time with your extended family? Under normal circumstances, we’d visit my grandma and cousins on my mom’s side once every few months or so. It was pretty regular since they’re just a stone’s throw away. But obviously we’ve since had to drastically cut our get-togethers back, and I’ve only seen them around three times since the beginning of the year. My dad’s family lives pretty far south, so I only get to see them once or twice a year even in pre-Covid days; not much of a difference there.

14 - When you get up in the morning, do you have a set routine? No. I just wake up feeling dread and have no choice but to wait for the weight in my chest to subside.

15 - Do you remember the last time you cried? Were they sad or happy tears? Yesterday in my car, in the mall parking lot. Sad tears.

16 - What do you have planned once you finish this survey? Look for another one. I misseddddd taking surveys and I plan on taking a crap ton of them this Christmas break. I may also be called for dinner, so there’s that.

17 - What was the last thing you cooked? Did you cook from scratch or just heat something up? I dunno if it counts as cooking, but I just made the DIY ramen kit that I received as a Christmas gift from the branch I was originally an intern at. Everything was already prepared in the kit and all I needed to do was boil water for the noodles and prepare the broth. Turned out surprisingly good.

18 - Are you a fan of hot chocolate? Do you like it plain or do you prefer to add things like whipped cream or marshmallows? I love hot chocolate and will order it sometimes, but given my aforementioned fear of hot beverages I always wait for it to considerably cool down hahaha. I like my hot chocolate plain.

19 - What caused your last injury? Cooper’s nails.

20 - How many tattoos and piercings do you have? Do any of them have an interesting story behind them? Just a piercing on each of my earlobes. No interesting stories...yet.

21 - What kind of flowers do you like the best? When was the last time someone bought those for you? I like peonies, though I’m not sure if my ex ever gave me a bouquet that included those.

22 - What’s the smallest thing you’ve ended a relationship over? I’ve only been with one person and I dated her twice, but I was never the one who ended the relationship either time so can’t really answer this.

23 - Would you rather order a starter (appetiser) or a dessert? Or would you be able to manage a full three courses? Three-course meal, pls. I’ve only experienced it once, when my parents treated me to dinner during my cruise gift for my 18th birthday; it was great and every dish was made amazingly well.

24 - How do you get most of your news, if you pay attention to it at all? I catch the evening news every weeknight because we keep the telvision turned on during dinner. I also get to read articles on social media.

25 - Have you or a member of your family been diagnosed with COVID yet? None that I know of, thankfully. It’s always been someone that a relative knows, but so far none of us have gotten it.

26 - Are you a vegetarian? If so, what persuaded you to stop eating meat? If not, is it something you’d ever consider? No. I have been considering it for years, but I truthfully don’t know if I could give up meat.

27 - Do you prefer rice or pasta? Rice.

28 - Is anything you’re wearing a gift? Who bought it for you? No.

29 - What’s the dominant colour in the room you’re in at the moment? I guess white, since my walls are white and that’s the first thing you see when entering my room.

30 - Did you do laundry yet today? If not, do you need to do any before you go to bed? Not my chore to do, but it was already done a few days ago.

[jiminnamoro]

growing dandelions wonho/minhyuk, pg, fluff, angst

minhyuk doesn’t know what looks weirder- that single dandelion rising from a bunch of primroses or the fact that he’s literally stuffing his pockets with little flowers in the middle of the day.

A/N: dudes i gotta beta this but. i’ll come back and fix it later i just really wanna post this

i. When life gives you lemons, bake lemon madeleines. Minhyuk realizes it’s not winter anymore when his eyes land on a bunch of pale yellow primroses rising from a cracked sidewalk, right next to the bus stop. He can’t see much from the windowsill where he put a chocolate pie to cool off but they look pretty indeed, and for a second he’s tempted to go out and grab a few- they would suit those ginger cupcakes he made yesterday, or the cranberry tart Kihyun baked this morning. Spring always tastes like flowers, so colourful and so sweet, and Minhyuk believes that anything he bakes tastes a little better too, but maybe it’s just a silly thought of his. Recipes don’t change like seasons do, two cups of sugar remain two cups of sugar and honey is just honey, but Minhyuk doesn’t want to change his mind. Kihyun doesn’t care much about it- if a small bouquet of daisies and the warm air of April help them sell more and faster, why would he complain about it? More money equals buying the best ingredients on the market, repairing the same old oven they have been using since Middle Age and paying that annoying rent that gives him nightmares every first day of the month. Minhyuk doesn’t think he’s a great baker, not like Kihyun at least. He doesn’t own hundreds of books about French Patisserie or has ever attended a cooking class in his entire life, but he guesses he’s good enough. He surely enjoys his job, and it doesn’t matter if his cookies always come out burnt or ugly- every child is the most beautiful one to their mother, in the end. His fingers are skilled when it comes to kneading doughs and bread, maybe because they’re long and thin, or perhaps because that evil machine is broken 24/7 so he doesn’t have a choice but to use his hands. That’s a detail, anyway. Kihyun let him decorate a wedding cake once, a few years ago. Minhyuk remembers it clearly- it was round and heavy, lots of layers and lots of buttercream, a few roses made of purple fondant here and there and a glittery ribbon tied at the base. It was nothing exciting but it was pretty, and most importantly it was Minhyuk’s first wedding cake, so it wasn’t really his fault if a couple of happy teardrops stained his flour-stained cheeks once the soon-to-be groom dropped by to pick it up. Spring, anyway, doesn’t just taste like flowers- sometimes it tastes like dark chocolate and peppermint, some other times it tastes like orange zests and vanilla, in the morning it tastes like peanut butter and bananas, in the evening it tastes like cinnamon and anise, while on weekends it tastes like sour cherries and almonds. Minhyuk listens as his hand breaks egg after egg- one, three, seven, ten. He can clearly hear that weird familiar noise that Jooheon’s van makes, and Minhyuk doesn’t even have to imagine what’s inside. He knows he brought lemons, probably tons of them, and apples, those green apples that no one apparently likes apart from Kihyun, those green apples that taste like nothing and yet they end up in every sweet on the counter, those green apples that seem to multiply themselves day by day just to annoy the hell out of Minhyuk. He most likely brought sunflower seeds as well, since his father owns a few fields near their village. “Can you guys believe it’s spring already? Christmas was literally yesterday!” Jooheon exclaims while walking in the kitchen, a box three sizes bigger than himself held safe and sound in his arms and a snapback with a sunflower drawn on it hanging from his belt. Kihyun makes the ugliest noise in the world, head and torso lost in the oven because his arms are too short and damn it he can never reach for anything. Minhyuk lightly pats Jooheon’s trembling shoulder and reassures him that no, their oven doesn’t talk. “Don’t mention Christmas around Kihyun, he gets war flashbacks” Minhyuk eventually explains, hands digging in the box to see what they could make with the fruit Jooheon brought. There are lemons, green apples, fresh basil, mint, cherries, mangoes and obviously sunflower seeds- he places everything back in the box and grabs his wallet, handing Jooheon a few dollars. “So what happened on Christmas?” Jooheon whispers dangerously, tucking his bright red wallet into his back pocket. Kihyun groans twice as loud as before- Minhyuk doesn’t want to say he fears for Jooheon’s safety but he kinda does, so he grabs Jooheon’s forearm and drags him outside the bakery. He doesn’t want to deal with flying baking trays again, because it happened, and it wasn’t cute. “We baked seventy-two chocolate cakes,” Minhyuk sighs as he rests his back against the brick wall, “we didn’t sleep, or eat, or anything, there was so much cocoa powder everywhere” he says, lightly shaking his head. Jooheon listens as Minhyuk talks about how much time they wasted cleaning the kitchen, about how Kihyun almost chopped his hand off, about how many tears they shed as soon as the winter holidays finally ended. They also talk about how pretty the fairy lights looked on New Year’s Eve, and how colorful the fireworks were- Jooheon stops Minhyuk as soon as he takes a glance at his wrist watch. He says he gotta go, he’s late for delivery and if he doesn’t literally fly at home his dad is gonna sell him instead of sunflower seeds. Minhyuk is definitely confused but he waves anyway, eyes following Jooheon’s white van until it disappears in the traffic. He’s not really surprised- Jooheon has always been like this, always in a hurry, always running around, always leaving a few sunflower seeds behind him. Minhyuk sees them too, right where he used to stand right next to him. He wonders if he keeps some in his pocket and if that pocket has holes in it, which would be adorable- more or less like the same primroses he saw earlier, the ones silently bathing in sunlight next to the bus stop. Now that Minhyuk can see them closer and better, he’s pretty sure they would look stunning among the glazed donuts they usually bake on Saturday. He picks a few at first, the most colourful and beautiful ones, but eventually he ends up collecting hundreds as his feet take him right on the other side of the road, where a dandelion greets him with its pale white petals and its emerald stem. Minhyuk doesn’t know what looks weirder- that single dandelion rising from a bunch of primroses or the fact that he’s literally stuffing his pockets with little flowers in the middle of the day. He’s about to cross the road once more, cheeks flaming red and that dandelion still in his hands, when he sees him- a lovely mess of lilac hair strands falling on his eyes and a bouquet made of roses and azaleas resting in his arms. Minhyuk doesn’t have to look at the green sign spelling ‘shin’s flower shop’ right above his head to guess that he must be a florist. The fact that he’s wearing a very ugly green apron tied around his waist and that there’s probably more dirt on his cheeks than in a vase says a lot, but Minhyuk stares and he stares back, and it’s a miracle if Minhyuk doesn’t get hit by a car in the meantime. Minhyuk bets he looks hideous right now, jam stains on his pants and at least a meter of black hair hair roots greeting the world, so he unconsciously tries to straigthen the fabric of his clothes with clumsy fingers as an amused smile starts to appear on the florist’s cherry lips. Nothing else happens, apart from him almost dying of a heart attack because of a car honking- he can still hear the florist’s light laugh echoing in his ears as he pushes the bakery door, breath stuck in his throat and knees made of jelly. Kihyun is still inside the oven when Minhyuk comes back, cleaning and brushing and cleaning and brushing, so the latter silently gets back to work. It’s not really his fault if his eyes shyly wander towards the flower shop, and it’s also not his fault if he stares at the florist some more while he’s kneading a massive piece of dough. The rest of the day feels like a blur, mostly because they spend an eternity cleaning the kitchen and the counter and the floor and the sidewalk and the walls and the windows and basically any flat surface Kihyun can spray detergent on. It’s slow and boring but it has to be done, so sometimes one of them puts on some music, a mix of 90’s songs and anime openings, and Kihyun never fails to mention that he totally was a singer in his past life or will be in his next (and Minhyuk finds himself agreeing every single time, mostly because he doesn’t want to get hit by whatever is in his boss’ hands). The bakery closes earlier than usual on Saturday, which is fantastic because this past week has been so busy that Minhyuk thinks his back is slowly turning into wood. He folds his apron with care, stuffing it deep down his bag along with his jacket and trousers. Kihyun does the same right after him, short fingers running through his pinkish hair in a poor attempt to style it and his car keys already resting on the counter. “Do you need a ride?” Kihyun asks after tossing his bag on the back seat. Minhyuk really likes Kihyun’s car- maybe because it’s black and expensive, or maybe because it’s cleaner than a hospital room, or perhaps because it always smells like candy and something else he can quite recall, but he ends up refusing anyway. They part ways when the sun is slowly starting to set, showering their skin with beautiful shades of orange and violet. Minhyuk shoves his hands in the pockets of his washed out jeans and starts walking towards the subway, soft shivers running down his spine as the chilly wind dances through his hair. He doesn’t want to think about what happened early- about how ridiculous he looked with primroses all over himself, about how he literally sprinted away without even saying hi, about how he almost dropped the dough on the floor when he was too busy staring at the flower shop through the window. He doesn’t even want to think about how ugly the tiramisù he made turned out, or even how silly he’s being by choosing another path just to avoid seeing the florist again, which turns out to be useless because life just doesn’t like Minhyuk and now he’s right in front of him- with the same lilac hair falling on his eyes and his ugly green apron, carrying a few vases back inside the shop. Minhyuk mentally slaps himself for not looking at the right street and basically ending up choosing the same old way he always chooses, but it’s probably too late to run to the other side of the road (again) so he just swallows a gallon of saliva and keeps on walking like he’s totally knowing what he’s doing. Except maybe he’s not. “Ah, wait a second!” Because obviously, obviously, the pretty florist has to come out just in time to see Minhyuk almost hurrying his way to the corner of the street- but again, life just doesn’t like him. Minhyuk seriously wonders if running away might be too impolite, but by the time he makes up his mind, the florist is already standing by his side- soft smile on his pink lips, round glasses resting on top of his head and a golden name tag shining under the remaining sun rays. “I have something for you, follow me.” So Minhyuk does. He doesn’t know why, but he does. He’d like to ask if that’s how he tricks his customers into buying flowers they probably don’t need, but as soon as he steps inside the shop, a beautiful mess of colors and scents makes him feel dizzy for a second. He kinda understands why customers might take so long to choose- Minhyuk himself can’t stop looking around, can’t stop brushing his fingertips over petals of all shapes and colors, can’t stop wondering how much time it takes to take care of every single plant. Minhyuk is still admiring a flower crown when the florist calls him over the counter, glasses now on the bridge of his nose and fingers busy folding thin pieces of paper. “I saw you were picking primroses this morning, so I thought you’d like these as well” he says while gathering a bunch of tiny pansies and daisies, wrapping them in red paper and sealing everything with a brown stapler. Minhyuk later walks out of the flower shop with the little bouquet in his right hand, cheeks burning bright and eyes too embarrassed to look at nothing else than the dirty sidewalk. He thanks Hoseok with a deep bow and he bows back, wishing him a great evening. Minhyuk totally doesn’t stop right behind the corner to smell those colourful gems, and he totally doesn’t get a little jealous over the fact that Hoseok owns a name as pretty as he looks. Later that night, when the stars gather themselves around the moon and the bouquet stares at him from his desk, Minhyuk falls asleep and dreams of tall dandelions and soft, lilac hair. ii. When life gives you strawberries, make strawberry millefeuille. Spring is a wonderful season until it’s Monday morning and it seems like it’s November all over again, with heavy raindrops hitting the street and thick grey clouds dancing in the sky. Minhyuk enters the coffee shop when it’s barely six am and his hair is already dripping wet, creating ugly stains on his light blue sweater- his favorite light blue sweater, too. He orders a cappuccino with extra sugar and extra milk and extra foam, not really caring if that’s gonna give him cavities because cavities are surely better than falling asleep on a custard pie and then shielding himself from Kihyun’s wrath with a lid. He plops down at the same table he chooses every morning, with the same menu resting on top and the same pieces of gum stuck underneath it. The shop itself isn’t pretty or fancy but it’s cozy and it feels like home, so Minhyuk doesn’t really mind if his cappuccino looks a little ugly- he knows it tastes good, and also looks aren’t everything in life, which is funny because his fingers fly to his hair to comb it as soon as he sees Hoseok’s little purple head at the counter. Hoseok sees him too and grins, latte held between his fingers and white hoodie completely dry. He hands a few coins to the barista and a second later he’s sitting right in front of Minhyuk, who’s still casually trying to hide himself behind the menu. “Good morning” Hoseok says with his stupid voice and his stupid face, fingers gently pulling the menu down. Minhyuk greets him with a small nod, the smallest nod in the world, because up close Hoseok looks like one of those paintings that are just too beautiful to be real so you just kinda stare- and Minhyuk would love to stare but staring would be impolite, so he tries to focus on his cappuccino instead. Hoseok doesn’t talk much but he’s friendly, if that makes sense. He rambles about the weather, about the flower shop, about the spring festival that everyone is so hyped about. The village is tiny and old, everyone knows everyone, so festivals are always a big deal- and a lot of work, since decorations don’t make themselves and food just doesn’t appear like magic, but spending time together is always heartwarming after all. Minhyuk realizes he has been doing nothing but looking at Hoseok for the whole time and now his cappuccino is frozen, which might be okay in summer but not today, so he just sets it aside and mentally bids goodbye to his only breakfast. “You don’t have an umbrella, do you?” Hoseok asks out of the blue, eyes looking at the small lake that Minhyuk’s wet hair slowly created on the table. “When I went out it wasn’t raining yet” Minhyuk explains shyly, trying to dry the wooden surface with a few disposable tissues. Hoseok simply nods quietly, standing up to throw his empty cup away. They both stand on the doorstep when the first thunder echoes in the sky, making Minhyuk flinch for a second- but then Hoseok opens his umbrella and holds it above them, not really caring about personal space. “Let’s go?” And that’s how Minhyuk ends up in front of the bakery with his hair a little bit drier and his heart a little warmer, his cheeks a bit redder and his soul a little bit happier. “So who’s that?” Kihyun inquires after they both wave at each other and Hoseok is about to disappear inside the flower shop. Minhyuk replies that he’s a friend- he doesn’t tell Kihyun that he literally met Hoseok the day before, that he felt something in his stomach when their fingers accidentally brushed against each other, that if he tries hard enough he can still smell his cologne, that the hamsters in his head slip into a coma everytime he sees him. Because that would be silly, Hoseok is just a friend- hell, he’s just an acquaintance. That evening, when the sky is clear and water puddles decorate sidewalks like polka dots, Minhyuk musters up the crumbles of courage he has left and steps inside the flower shop. Hoseok is standing next to an old lady, chatting about carnations and orchids, pointing at flower wreaths. She buys one of those, the biggest one, made of white roses and golden ribbons. She says she’ll surely come back, maybe with his daughter this time, and Hoseok spots Minhyuk right after she leaves. They don’t talk at first, and it’s weird how silence between them never seems to be embarrassing. Hoseok’s hands look rough, but they are gentle as they cut and trim and fold; Minhyuk wonders if he’s running too fast- he wonders if this is love at first sight, because maybe he’s in love for real, and everything suddenly feels silly and wrong for all the right reasons. He wonders if perhaps he’s getting sick, or maybe he should blame those flowers, even though he’s smart enough to understand that he should only blame himself. “Thanks for this morning” Minhyuk mumbles at some point, thoughts loud in his head and gaze dancing among a colourful bunch of tulips. Hoseok simply shrugs as his hand picks a sunflower from a vase near the geraniums, cutting its stem with a pair of scissors and then wrapping it in soft golden paper. Later, when Minhyuk stares at the sunflower on his kitchen table, he decides that Mondays aren’t so bad, even if they consist of storms and tasteless, frozen coffee. iii. When life gives you apricots, bake apricot croissants. Time sure runs fast when you develop feelings for someone who literally only knows your name and a few other details, like how much sugar you put in your cappuccino or your favorite milkshake flavour. It’s weird how their friendship started, but now Hoseok waits for him every single morning, right next to the old bus stop where they first met; they have breakfast together if they have enough time to actually sit down and chat for a few minutes, which happens rarely but still happens, and Minhyuk swears he’s the luckiest person in the world when Hoseok greets him at six am with his sleepy eyes and his sleepy voice. Minhyuk learns quickly that Hoseok likes his coffee sweet and borderline nauseating like a cake with too much whipped cream on top, which is just a detail on the list of reasons that makes him fall for him a little more everyday. On good days Minhyuk brings pieces of treats they didn’t sell the day before, mostly slices of apple pie and crunchy raisin cookies, and they eat them while sitting on the doorstep of the flower shop- icing sugar all around their lips and crumbles gathering in their laps. But it feels nice, and Hoseok always steals bits of Minhyuk’s treats in the end (because they taste like heaven, he says). They sometimes go to the local market on Sundays as well, if Minhyuk isn’t rotting in bed after a week spent baking and cleaning and baking and cleaning. Hoseok has a soft spot for fabrics and shiny pieces of paper and decorations and glitter and basically anything that he could use to make pretty bouquets and flower crowns- Minhyuk admires how his hands can give birth to such little masterpieces, and Hoseok always replies that his dad taught him all the secrets and tricks, and he does that with a smile so tender that makes Minhyuk want to melt on the spot. Minhyuk often buys spices and special kinds of flour, the ones Kihyun asks him to get, and Hoseok fills the silence with so many questions about cakes and baking in general that Minhyuk wonders if his throat will hurt by the time they part ways (but he ends up explaining everything he knows, which isn’t much but it’s enough, and it’s funny how his eyes keep trying to avoid Hoseok’s soft gaze- because it’s embarrassing, and those butterflies in his stomach make him want to throw up). A month isn’t much, but at some point it feels like they have known each other in their past lives too, and Minhyuk finds himself staring at the piece of fondant he’s moulding with scared, unfocused eyes. He asks himself if his feelings are valid- if he’s allowed to like Hoseok, if he’s not a weirdo, if this whole mess will tear their friendship apart. He asks himself if he’s being obvious or if he’s being dense, he asks himself if maybe he should start taking a few steps back, and his thoughts are so loud in his head that he wastes the entire night just staring at the ceiling. It’s the beginning of June when they accidentally meet at the laundromat next to the coffee shop. Minhyuk wishes he had chosen a better outfit instead of his pajama pants and a silly Iron Man sweatshirt, but his whole wardrobe is inside his bag and those were the last clean things his hand could grab, which feels pretty pathetic but that’s also a part of being an adult. Hoseok’s smile is as big as the moon and as bright as the sun, and Minhyuk starts to suspect his meals must consist of stars and stardust, but his eyes land on his bare arms and he can literally feel the first butterfly flying its way to his throat. Hoseok says he has to wash his green aprons and a few pair of jeans because dirt is worse than dust- it gets everywhere, and Minhyuk agrees, since he knows a thing or two about stained clothes. “It’s weird,” Hoseok mumbles while looking inside his paper bag, “I ordered a vanilla milkshake but they gave me two.” Minhyuk is folding his third t-shirt with so much anxiety that his fingers are about to turn it into confetti. “You don’t happen to like vanilla milkshake, do you?” There’s something in Hoseok’s voice that doesn’t feel quite sincere- but Minhyuk would kill for a vanilla milkshake, so he tries not to sound like a maniac when he replies that he absolutely adores it with every little cell of his body (even the dead ones). “You’re kidding?! What a crazy, random happenstance!” Hoseok exclaims while handing it to him, the tip of his ears slightly red and a proud smirk painted on his oh so pretty lips. That’s how they spend their Saturday night- sipping vanilla milkshakes at a laundromat, nostrils filled with a warm scent of fabric softener and a familiar noise echoing in the room. It’s not fancy or romantic but it’s not a date either, so it’s okay if they just end up talking about work and that spring festival and how ugly the posters on the wall look and about how fun could it would be if an ufo suddenly crashed on Earth. Minhyuk doesn’t want to get his hopes up but that’s hard, especially when Hoseok accompanies him home and it inevitably feels like a real date, with them sitting on a bench nearby because neither of them wants the night to end just yet. It’s two am when Minhyuk throws his house keys on the kitchen table and lets himself fall on the sofa, cheeks burning red and hair defying gravity. He runs his fingertips on the soft white narcissus Hoseok stole for him from someone’s private garden and sighs- that night he falls asleep like that, still dressed up and still holding his flower, and he dreams of bright pink peonies and warm, brown eyes. iv. When life gives you cherries, bake cherry tarts. June doesn’t start well. It starts with Kihyun aggressively spraying detergent on the marble table, lips pressed into a thin line and dark circles blacker than charcoal. It starts with hot, pouring rain, that kind of rain that makes your hair frizzy and your clothes humid. It starts with a sparkly beige envelope resting on the counter, a thick elegant card that Minhyuk reads it over and over and over until Kihyun gets so frustrated that sprays detergent on it as well. “I cannot believe my sister is getting marred” Kihyun’s lisp sounds angry and loud as he presses his beloved detergent to his chest. Minhyuk watches as his boss storms into the kitchen for the third time in a minute and follows him, eyes staring at hundreds of cake magazines scattered all over the floor. There are handwritten notes, drawings, diagrams- everything looks like a mess and Kihyun looks like one as well, with his mismatched uniform and a faint shadow of moustache decorating his face. He most likely didn’t get any sleep, drank coffee like water and skipped meals just to plan the whole cake- but he’s trying to stay positive, he loves his sister to death and he wants only the nicest things in the world for her, even if he hasn’t seen her in months (and the fact that she decided to get married in a tiny old village no one gives a fuck about is quite weird, but Minhyuk doesn’t ask and Kihyun is silently thankful for that). June doesn’t start well. Even though Hoseok often drops by to say hi at the end of the day, Minhyuk feels bad for not seeing him as often as he normally does- they don’t get breakfast anymore in the morning, since Minhyuk starts working earlier than usual; they don’t go on random little dates, the ones in which Hoseok’s fingers always find their way to touch Minhyuk ones, because Minhyuk is busy trying not to have a mental breakdown as customers’ orders multiply themselves day by day; they don’t go to the local market or waste their nights waking around empty hallways, but Hoseok says it’s okay, they will have plenty of time to catch up once the wedding is over. He brings flowers every single day, the ones he says remind him of Minhyuk the most, and it’s heartwarming how they look so soft and gracious. He brings white lilacs at first- their scent is so strong that it fills up the whole bakery. He brings moonflowers and gardenias, daisies and carnations, roses and plumerias, and then leaves with whatever sweet treat Minhyuk offers him. Sometimes it’s a slice of melon cheesecake, sometimes it’s a bunch of cookies covered in white chocolate and mint, and some other times it’s a muffin filled with maple syrup and pecans. When Kihyun finally notices how the bakery is slowly transforming itself into a garden and asks for some kind of explanations, Minhyuk just brushes it off by saying that Hoseok is just a very affectionate friend who has lots of love to give, and Kihyun’s eyes roll back so hard they almost get stuck. How could someone like him even feel the same way Minhyuk feels? He deserve so much more- not just a clumsy baker with questionable fashion choices and a few coins in his pockets. “Minhyuk, are you being serious? Do you give flowers to all your friends?” Kihyun’s words sound gentle and stern at the same time, but Minhyuk’s reply never comes. He keeps filling little tarts with a bunch of custard he just made, lower lip squeezed between his teeth and that funny feeling in his stomach slowly torturing him. He can’t remember the last time someone accepted his feelings because that never happened, not even in high school, and somehow it sounds too good to be true. Hoseok liking him, thinking about him everyday, comparing him to such pretty flowers- it’s just unrealistic. They drop that topic when the clock hits nine thirty and the bakery is finally ready to close. The sky is beautifully painted by dark shades of blue and violet, that kind of violet that reminds Minhyuk of those pansies Hoseok gave him when they first met. That evening Hoseok isn’t waiting for him- it’s way too late, but he leaves a bouquet of white tulips on the bakery’s doormat and Minhyuk feels his heart melt a little more as he picks it up. He goes home with his head heavy and his heart heavier, and he dreams of pale pink hibiscus and puffy, warm lips. v. When life gives you persimmons, make persimmon cheesecake. The evening before the big day, when Kihyun is busy angrily ironing his suit at home and the first stars start decorating the velvet sky, Minhyuk finds himself still face to face with the wedding cake, pieces of dusty pink fondant in his hands and a cup of hot coffee nearby. He thinks about Hoseok- like he has been doing for days, weeks, months, and carefully dips his paintbrush in a droplet of water to attach the flower to the base of the cake. His hair is still a mess, half black and half dyed, and his cheeks are stained with food colouring, but it’s late and the bakery is closed to the public, so why should he care? He’s cleaning his fingers with the hem of his apron when he gets a text from Hoseok, which is just an invite for a walk outside. He replies that it’s okay, he’s done anyway, but he doesn’t write that he would have accepted no matter what, even if the cake was half baked. Hoseok has a pale gardenia in his hands when they meet twenty minutes later. There’s a playground near that neighbourhood, and even though the air feels humid and smells like rain, they both decide to walk towards it. Minhyuk sighs, limbs heavy as the iron chains of the swing he’s sitting on keep screeching. Hoseok is sitting right next to him, lilac hair covered by a black snapback and a soft yet understanding smile painted on his face. He listens as Minhyuk talks about how he ruined two whole litres of cream because he whipped it for too long and it became butter, about how angry Kihyun got when he accidentally forgot a bunch of cookies in the oven, about how stressed he is because of his poorly styled hair. “If you want, I can dye it for you” Hoseok casually proposes as he wraps a blade of grass around his index finger. Minhyuk has tried to imagine how it would feel, to have Hoseok’s fingers buried deep through his hair- but now that he’s sitting cross legged on his bathroom floor, eyes not daring looking up from those shiny baby blue tiles and heart beating furiously in his chest, he wonders if maybe he should have declined his offer. When the clock hits midnight and he comes back home, Minhyuk lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He places the gardenia on his desk, right next to a bunch of other flowers, and tucks a strand of jet black hair behind his ear. That night, when Minhyuk’s nostrils are still filled with the smell of dye and Hoseok’s sweet cologne, he falls asleep and dreams of a warm breath hitting the back of his neck and kind, gentle fingers dancing in his hair. vi. When life gives you peaches, bake peach crostata. The next time Minhyuk finds himself in Hoseok’s small but comfortable flat, he’s sprawled on the bed- hair sticking to his forehead and thumb scrolling down his Facebook profile, sunlight creeping through thin orange curtains and the smell of coffee lingering in the air. Hoseok is right next to him, busy reading some kind of magazine with a bunch of plants on its cover, glasses on the tip of his nose and fingertips covered by tiny little bandaids. Hoseok laughs when Minhyuk complains about it being a long week, even though it’s a sunny Tuesday evening and they both have a hard weekend waiting for them. Eventually Hoseok starts chatting about this new amazing and wonderful magazine that he bought yesterday morning before opening the shop, which is just a guide to growing exotic flowers with some free seeds in it, and then Minhyuk talks about how much he wants to visit the seaside in August because he really needs a vacation, and they keep chatting and chatting and chatting until the coffee gets cold. “So did you meet anyone interesting at the wedding?” Hoseok casually asks, taking a sip from his Captain America mug. Minhyuk stares at his own relationship status on his profile before shaking his head negatively, expecting Hoseok to burst out laughing at any moment. He did meet some nice guys, one of them being Jooheon’s best friend, Hyunwoo- his shoulders were broad and his skin was gently kissed by the sun, his eyes were warmer than a bonfire and his voice was tender, but he wasn’t Hoseok- no one could be Hoseok. They spend the rest of the evening sharing a cup of ramen, one of the many cheap cups of ramen that live inside one of Hoseok’s cabinets, and when Minhyuk gathers his stuff to go home, Hoseok says goodbye with a baby blue iris. That night, after Minhyuk places his flower on the bedside table, he sends Hoseok a text- and then another one, and another one, and four more. [10:23] to: hoseok :^) i rlly like the flower. have a wonderful night and sweet dreams xx [10:25] to: hoseok :^) lets grab breakfast tmrw morning. my treat [10:25] to: hoseok :^) also. im kinda glad i didn’t find any1 interesting @ the wedding [10:28] to: hoseok :^) no 1 could b 2 anyway lol ur my #1 haha pls ignore that lol goodnight ily [10:29] to: hoseok :^) omfg forget that too [10:29] to: hoseok :^) wait no. i really lov you like [10:32] to: hoseok :^) anyway. GOODNIGHT 4 REAL this time [11:34] to: hoseok :^) i love you

Minhyuk spends the rest of the night staring at his ceiling, eyelids sticky with sleep and fingers playing with the hem of his bedsheets. He listens as his heart beats furiously in his chest, fast and loud like a rocket, until the sun slowly starts painting his room with its tender shades of orange and the phone screen lights up after hours of being still- and that’s when Minhyuk can finally fall asleep, cheeks warm and heart at peace. [05:45] from: hoseok :^) breakfast sounds amazing im starving alrEADY orz lets go to the golden fields this sunday [05:46] from: hoseok :^) also. im glad u didnt find any1 interesting @ the wedding. id be jealous [05:46] from: hoseok :^) ps. i love you too vii. When life gives you bananas, bake banana bread. The bakery is always quiet on Mondays. Summer sometimes seems to last forever, with its suffocating warmth and its bright colors, with its short nights and its never ending days. Minhyuk’s hair is getting long, black shiny bangs falling on his eyes, and he sighs as he wipes his sweaty forehead with the sleeve of his double-breasted jacket. The thought of getting a haircut always stays in the back of his head, but every month is just never the right month, and then there are priorities, and he’s always busy with work- and suddenly it’s winter and it’s freezing all over again. Kihyun is filling éclairs next to him, his trusty pastry bag squeezed in his right hand and a freshly ironed apron tied tightly around his waist. He asks about Hoseok- about their relationship, about why the hell they aren’t together yet, about the absurd quantity of roses that now decorate the counter. Minhyuk keeps kneading the dough he has been kneading since 2007, fingers stuck in a sticky mess of flour and eggs and mind busy not thinking about the butterflies in his tummy- he promises he’s gonna confess, not now but soon, and Kihyun walks away while shaking his head. Minhyuk is really planning his confession, though. Maybe he does stand a chance, he thinks as he walks towards the flower shop on a hot Saturday evening, a bag filled with little treats and his new shoes shining under the sunlight (they weren’t on sale so he was reluctant at first, but he was sure that Hoseok would have liked them, so Kihyun bought them for him since he kinda felt bad). “Wanna go somewhere?” Hoseok suggests after tucking the shop keys inside the pocket of his washed out jeans. Minhyuk just nods, trying to ignore the fact that Hoseok sounds anxious- sad, too. He doesn’t like this feeling, he doesn’t like it at all, and he likes it even less when Hoseok says he has news to tell. Hoseok talks slowly but his words are messy, unsure, trembling. They are sitting near the river when Minhyuk hears his heart slowly breaking, piece after piece, watching it drown into the river’s clear water. Hoseok’s hand gently cups Minhyuk’s cheek when he says he has to leave for a while. Minhyuk stops listening almost right away, already feeling the first butterfly in his stomach slowly dying. He assures him that it’s okay though, friendships don’t just end because of distance, and they could call or send texts and maybe video chat too, if they miss each other. “I had something to tell you, too” Minhyuk manages to mutter, not really sure if his confession was even worth it at this point. “I know.” Minhyuk realizes he’s crying only when Hoseok’s thumb gently wipes a teardrop away from his cheek, and he bets he probably looks silly with his red face and runny nose and trembling lips, but the next thing he knows is that Hoseok is holding him tight against his chest and suddenly everything hits him like a truck. Minhyuk cries, obviously. He cries until his throat is sore and his vision gets blurry. He feels safe in Hoseok’s arms- and the fact that he probably won’t feel like that for a long time makes him want to throw up. Hoseok kisses him for the first time when it’s dark and the river is quiet. Minhyuk’s fingers gently tangles themselves in his lilac hair, pulling and pulling and pulling like they are not close enough- and then it’s time to go, it’s midnight, and Minhyuk holds Hoseok’s hand until they are in front of his house. They have a few more days before Hoseok’s departure, and it’s alright if they just spend them doing nothing, simply enjoying each other’s company. Hoseok talks about his mother, his family, the reason he has to leave, and Minhyuk understands, he would have done the same for his parents. There’s a grateful smile on Hoseok’s lips, and Minhyuk feels a little less sad. On their last night together, Hoseok says goodbye with a single dandelion he picked near the sidewalk. It’s nothing special, but he promises he will be back soon, and Minhyuk begs him to kiss him again- so Hoseok does, and Minhyuk sheds bitter tears when he watches Hoseok’s back getting smaller and smaller. viii. When life gives you pineapples, bake pineapple bars. It’s hard at first, to live without someone’s presence. The clouds look a little greyer, the stars don’t shine much, nights feel restless, breakfast becomes tasteless- but then it becomes a routine, and things feel normal again. Both Minhyuk and Hoseok are busy with work, but they always find some time to call each other. Hoseok talks about his hometown, he says a lot of things changed since his parents got divorced, streets are wider and trees greener, and Minhyuk still complains about Kihyun being a clean freak. Their relationship might be young but it’s still beautiful, and every single time Hoseok says i love you, Minhyuk feels those damn butterflies just spinning in his stomach. Time flies when a relationship gets steady- calls get shorter, texts get fewer. On Christmas, two years after Hoseok’s departure, Hoseok sounds weird again- he says things are getting really well, work is wonderful, he missed home so much, and maybe, just maybe, he might decide to stay. Minhyuk sounds cheerful on the other line, he’s happy for his boyfriend, he only wants the best for him, but when the call ends Minhyuk feels his vision getting blurry again and he understands that he’s losing Hoseok. “He’ll come back” Kihyun assures Minhyuk after patting his shoulder, stains of cocoa powder all over his cheeks and apron. But Hoseok calls in February and he says he really wants to stay, even though he’s still not completely sure about it- and Minhyuk finds himself agreeing, as long as he’s happy. ix. When life gives you oranges, make orange parfait. Minhyuk finds himself staring at Hoseok’s old flower shop on his way to work. It’s been years and yet it still looks so damn pretty, with its white door and its soft beige doormat. He remembers Hoseok’s ugly green apron, and smiles to himself- it seemed a little too beautiful to be real. But he still leaves a little piece of cheesecake on the doormat, because maybe that will bring Hoseok back. x. When life gives you lemons, bake lemon madeleines. Minhyuk realizes it’s not winter anymore when his eyes land on a bunch of pale yellow primroses rising from a cracked sidewalk, right next to the bus stop. He can’t see much from the windowsill where he put a bunch of vanilla cookies to cool off but they look pretty indeed, and for a second he’s tempted to go out and grab a few- and he does, when Kihyun is too busy talking with Jooheon about those apples that he loves so much. March is a wonderful month for flowers, he finds himself thinking as he fills his pockets with tiny pretty flowers. There’s a weird dandelion growing among them, and Minhyuk picks that as well, because the more the better, right? “Ah, wait a second!” Minhyuk turns his head towards that voice, dandelion still held between his fingers. His eyes meet a beautiful mess of soft lilac hair, the same lilac hair he fell in love with two years ago- and that same old green apron, glasses on the tip of his nose and a bunch of red roses in his arms. He suddenly feels something weird in his stomach, and when Hoseok’s pink pouty lips turn into a smile, MInhyuk feels the first butterfly flying his way to his throat. “I have something for you, follow me.” And for the second time, Minhyuk does.