Sorry, I'm an anti-romantic, 달아나고 싶어 저 멀리
이미 널 쫓는 내 마음이 작은 불씨로 타올라
Sorry, I'm an anti-romantic, 더는 믿지 않아 romantic
내 맘 전부를 다 불사르고 까만 재만 남게 될까 두려워
라다리라, 라다리라, 라다리라
아아아, 아아아
𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐: 𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚒-𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚢 𝚃𝚇𝚃
𝕩𝕩𝕩𝕩𝕩𝕩𝕩𝕩𝕩𝕩𝕩𝕩𝕩𝕩 �...
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Two hours later... Seungmin and Jisung were making cupcakes.
Why? Honestly, no one knows. Not even them. One second they were cuddling peacefully on the couch like two gay penguins in mating season, and the next:
"CUPCAKES!!!"
Seungmin screamed it like he'd just uncovered a national conspiracy. Jisung practically levitated off the couch in shock, blinking like a confused possum as Seungmin shot off toward the kitchen like the Olympics just added a baking sprint.
Jisung blinked once. Twice.
"...Okay, Gordon Ramsay, go off."
He followed, obviously, because chaos was their love language.
Midway through whisking batter (and probably spilling flour everywhere), Felix texted:
"me & minho r dating now lol xoxo"
And just like that, Jisung crumbled. Emotionally. Physically. Onto the floor.
Like into the cupcake batter floor.
So now Seungmin was squatting next to him, half-laughing, half-pitying, while Jisung cried dramatic, cinematic tears into the bowl like a K-drama lead whose bakery was just foreclosed.
"You done with your mental breakdown, Julia Child?" Seungmin snorted.
"Leave me alone," Jisung sniffled, dramatically wiping batter from his cheeks. "That was an emotional event. Minho said they were just bros. I trusted him."
"Yeah yeah," Seungmin rolled his eyes. "Betrayal is real. Now get up, I want cupcakes."
Jisung, clearly still mid-tragedy, pulled Seungmin back down by the waist, catching him like a koala catching a snack. Seungmin let out a startled "Hey!" as he flopped into Jisung's lap.
"Stay," Jisung mumbled into Seungmin's neck like a sad little spoon with abandonment issues.
"JISUNGGGG," Seungmin whined, kicking his legs a little. "I want cupcaaaaaakes."
"I want emotional stability but we can't all get what we want."
Seungmin grumbled but stopped resisting, letting himself melt into the warm cuddle pile on the kitchen floor like the human marshmallow he was (just a very sarcastic, emotionally-repressed one). Jisung smiled, content, still buried in his neck like he was trying to fuse with his DNA.
The silence stretched. Soft, comfortable, battery-scented silence.
Eventually, Seungmin fell asleep. On the tile. In a position that could only be described as clinically concerning. Like one leg under the fridge, the other sticking out like a sad origami swan.
Jisung stared at him for a second.
"...You are so lucky you're cute."
He picked Seungmin up bridal-style like the Disney prince he absolutely was not, muttering complaints about how someone who weighed 100 pounds could somehow feel like 400 when unconscious. He laid him down on the bed with a soft thud.
And no, NO. This wasn't some cheesy Wattpad fanfic moment where Seungmin grabs his wrist and whispers, "Stay."
FUCK NO. THIS ISN'T THAT STORY. THIS ISN'T A JOHN GREEN NOVEL. THIS IS WAR. I'M ✨BUILT DIFFERENT✨
So instead, Jisung simply yanked Seungmin in by the waist like the aggressive cuddler he was and nuzzled into him.
Seungmin, still passed out like a drunk hamster, instinctively turned and curled into Jisung's chest with a happy little hum, probably dreaming of cupcakes and petty revenge.
Jisung smiled.
"You better love me when you wake up, you weird little goblin."
And just like that, they both drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other's arms, covered in flour, and with exactly zero cupcakes to show for it.
