Hyunjin is the undisputed prince of the Fine Arts department: long black hair, always wearing oversized silk shirts with twenty rings, walks around campus like he's shooting a music video, and every professor already treats him like the next Korean Picasso. Felix... accidentally ended up in the same department. He originally applied for the Baking & Pastry program next door, but because of a typo in the system, he got accepted into Oil Painting instead. By the time they fixed it, the pastry course was full. So now Felix (who can barely draw a stick figure) is stuck holding a palette and a brush for an entire year, looking like a lost golden retriever in a room full of wolves. Hyunjin's first words upon seeing Felix in his sacred studio: "Who let a human loaf of milk bread in here?" Nb : Ctto for all original images

Felix bakes the best brownies in Seoul, but no one knows the sweetness hides old scars beneath his sleeves. Hyunjin runs an empire built by someone else, and now he's trying not to drown in the silence it left behind ⚠️ Trigger Warnings (TW): This story includes themes of: Depression / mental health struggles (past & present) Self-harm scars (non-graphic but slightly detailed descriptions, e.g., mentions of white lines) Grief / loss of a parent (Hyunjin's father) Emotional vulnerability Occasional strong language All themes are written with care and sensitivity. Reader discretion is advised.

my first fic so it might be bad 😅 ~oh my god he's beautiful~ minho and han are trainees in the same company working towards debut through a survival show. they clicked instantly becoming close, maybe too close idk. MINSUNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

They took the biggest risk - and the world watched them fall into each other's arms. But after the final bow, after the last encore, Felix and Hyunjin find out loving each other in secret was easy compared to loving each other out loud. In the bright glare of the spotlight, rumors swirl faster than any song. Every touch is a headline. Every word is dissected. And behind closed doors, they're still just two boys trying to hold each other together - and hold themselves together too.