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Felix skz - brownies

@loveforaizawa here's you request.
Honestly I have no opinion on this one. Don't know if it's terrible or okay 😂
800 words.

The apartment was too quiet.

Felix stood in the kitchen, staring at the cooling rack like it had betrayed him. The tray was empty. Not a crumb left. No note. No apology. Just absence.

The brownies were gone.

They had taken him hours. Not just to bake, but to get right. The temperature, the texture, the exact ratio of gooey to crisp on the edges—her favorite kind. The kind she always asked for when she was feeling down. The kind she hadn't had since last winter.

She was coming tomorrow. He hadn't seen her in seven months.

And now...

A cabinet door creaked open behind him.

"Hey, Lix..." Jisung's voice cut in, cheerful and casual, until he saw the look on Felix's face. "Wait, what's wrong?"

Felix turned slowly, his voice low and tight. "Did you eat them?"

Jisung blinked. "The brownies? I thought they were for everyone. I didn't know they were...."

"They weren't for everyone." Felix's jaw clenched. "They were for my sister. I told everyone. I put a note right there."

Jisung's smile faltered. "I... didn't see the note. I just got home and they smelled amazing and—look, I'm sorry. I didn't think..."

"You never think!" Felix snapped. "You just do whatever you feel like and laugh it off, and now the one thing I made for her is gone."

"Felix, come on, it's just brownies."

Felix stepped back like he'd been slapped. "Just brownies?" His voice cracked. "Do you have any idea what it's like to see your family once every few months? To try to hold onto something—anything—that feels like home, and have it taken because someone couldn't wait five minutes?"

Jisung looked stunned.

"I spent all day making those," Felix said. "Not because I wanted something sweet, but because I miss her. And you just... took it."

There was a long silence. The others had gone quiet in their rooms, clearly aware that something was unraveling in the kitchen. No one dared to step in.

Jisung swallowed, guilt heavy in his throat. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Felix's arms dropped to his sides. His voice was quieter now, but sharper. "Yeah, well. You did."

Jisung stood there for a moment, eyes darting to the tray, then back to Felix. Then, without another word, he grabbed his hoodie and walked out the door.

Felix didn't stop him.

The wind outside was sharp against Jisung's face as he walked, aimless at first. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, head bowed. Every word Felix said kept replaying in his head, each one hitting harder than the last.

He hadn't seen it like that. He hadn't understood. But now he did.

It wasn't about the brownies.

It was about Felix not getting to see his sister for months, and putting everything he had into a small, sweet moment that Jisung had carelessly stolen.

He felt sick.

And then, he turned into the nearest convenience store.

Sugar. Eggs. Chocolate. Butter. Vanilla. Flour.

He bought it all.

And he walked home slowly, bags in hand, heart heavy but determined.

It was 2:37 a.m. when Felix heard the door open. Soft steps padded into the kitchen.

He didn't get up.

He just sat in the dimly lit living room, staring at his phone, the brightness too low to see anything.

Then he heard it. The rustle of plastic bags. The dull thump of a mixing bowl being set down. The hum of the oven preheating.

He stood and walked to the kitchen door.

Jisung was standing there, sleeves rolled up, head down, measuring flour with quiet precision.

"I shouldn't have said it was 'just brownies,'" he said without turning around. "I know better now. I didn't respect what they meant to you. I didn't respect you."

Felix said nothing.

"I'm not doing this because I think it fixes everything," Jisung added, pouring sugar slowly. "I'm doing it because I don't want you to feel like you're carrying that hurt alone. I'm sorry, Lix. For real."

The silence lingered between them.

Then Felix took a breath.

"I still can't believe you ate the whole tray," he said, voice thin and a little shaky.

Jisung finally turned around, a sheepish smile on his face. "I was only gonna take one. But you know me."

"Yeah. That's the problem," Felix muttered, but there was the ghost of a smile pulling at his mouth now.

They baked side by side in the soft hush of early morning, not needing to say much more.

When the brownies came out of the oven at 3:21 a.m., Felix looked at them like they were gold. He still missed his sister. But now, he didn't feel alone.

And when she arrived later that morning, hugging him tightly in the doorway, he handed her a brownie—warm, soft, made with everything he had left.

"This time," Felix whispered to her, "they're from both of us."

Thanks for reading.