Stray Kids one shots || honeyndwild

Felix | my husband and I

Banana smoothie. For two people. In those wide see-through glasses with small red roses on their sides, the ones you bought a few years ago at the fair somewhere in Japan.

2 bananas, two cups of milk, blueberries' leftovers from yesterday's attempt to do a fruit salad (you both hated it and decided to not torture poor fruits and berries anymore).

It's easy, just blend it all in the blender. Put it all in those wide glasses and drink.

"Did you put honey in mine?" He looks up at you from the floor where he's sitting, a package of dog food in his hands. The sound of it hitting the bowl attracts a golden retriever, and it runs into the kitchen with an exciting bark.

"Do you want honey today?" the tiles under your bare feet freeze your heels, and you regret forgetting your slippers in the bedroom.

"Yeah, one spoon, please," his hands and nose get drown in golden fur when he nuzzles his face into the dog's back, whispering something to it softly.

Honey slowly drips from your spoon into his glass while you stare at him massaging his dog's ears. When the last drop falls into the slightly blue thick drink, you hand it to him with a frown, "I want it too."

"Hmm?" He gulps the sweet thing quickly, the smoothie gets imprinted on his upper lip.

"Massage. I want a massage from you too," you pout, your legs becoming even colder. "Why does she get her massage," you point at your dog that is now peacefully eats her food. "And I don't?"

"Oh, you should've just asked," the way he plays with his brows makes you feel the happiest.

***

"Do we need pasta?" You ask this question every time you enter this section in the shop. It's your small weakness, you admitted it a long time ago.

It took Felix a few years to get used to your strange obsession with pasta.

"I guess?" he nods just for a show, knows pretty well how unstoppable you become around those colourful pasta packages. "And take the rice too."

He knows you don't hear him. Brows furrowed, lips parted slightly, you fiddle with a package of small and round acini de pere. Felix notices you googling a recipe and sighs, smiling knowingly.

He almost guesses your next replica rightly when—

"And peppers, I want to make a salad," you decide eventually. Felix almost trips over his legs after your suggestion. No, he wasn't expecting THAT.

"Oh, come on," he can't help but chuckle at that. "Do you really want to eat salad after yesterday? Let's admit it, we failed completely."

"And??" You put a bottle of olive oil in the trolley gently, rolling your eyes. The package of small and round acini de pere is still pressed to your chest. "This time we are going to do a normal salad, not a freaking fruit one, okay?"

Felix can't help but laugh. Mocking you— He enjoys it too much to miss this chance.

You leave him quickly. Stealing a trolley from him, you push it away to the chocolate section. Who cares about vegetables and meat? You ran out of your favourite salted caramel chocolate and also those delicious soft pistachio candies, and—

It startles you, a sudden kiss on your temple. A small one, barely noticeable but annoying as hell with its lightness.

Felix's laughter rings in your ears because, of course, he knows how this "kiss" makes you feel.

"Do whatever you want, but let's take some beer too," he imprints his whisper with kisses, on your cheek, nose and lip corners. Knows amazingly well how to earn your forgiveness. "And we also need chicken. And cheese."

***

"Can I be annoying today?"

You know, he rolls his eyes. You can sense it even by looking at his tensed back.

"You for real?"

The vegetables look insanely good in that big frying pan. Shining carrots, chopped onions, light green peas and green beans, smeared in oil and soy sauce. Felix stirs them intently, shows it with his whole body — doesn't want to play.

"Yeah," you smile innocently. Sadly for him, you're the one who wants to play.

"And why so?"

"You look too attractive, I can't go past the man who looks so ethereal," you know, this bullet can reach its destination successfully. And you get convinced of this when you notice his small but satisfied smile.

Felix loves complements, and you know that too well.

"Oh, come on," he tries not to smile, but the corners of his lips just goes and goes up.

"Is it a yes?" You're ready to celebrate your victory.

"Whatever," Felix shrugs, pretending to be unbothered.

"I'm going to hug you."

The bullet finally hits its target.

"Do whatever you want," he groans, adding the rice to the vegetables. "But just understand that if our dinner burns down, it'll be all because of you."

"I believe in you, Chef Felix," you press your forehead to his back, smiling into the ceases on his shirt. "I know you won't burn our food."

"Goodness, y/n—"

"Your food is my favourite."

You buy him with that. And also with your hands that slide under his shirt, and with a kiss that you leave on the nape of his neck.