Miyu823
Hyunjin doesn't do sweet.
Not in words, not in people, and definitely not in food.
But then there's Felix.
New to campus. Always smiling. Always holding a cone of something pastel and sticky. He smells like vanilla and sunshine. And for some reason, he won't stop talking to the cold, quiet art major who looks like he walked straight out of a painting.
They meet by accident-coffee spilled, pride wounded, shirts stained. And somehow, from that mess, something starts to melt.
Hyunjin's frozen walls. Felix's warm chaos.
One guarded heart. One gentle hand reaching out anyway.
Ice meets cream.
And nothing stays untouched by the summer heat.
(COVER ART NOT MINE)