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I didn’t mean for it to happen… but somewhere along the way, you became my secret batch.
            
            The one I don’t put on display, the one I keep tucked away.... made a little more carefully, a little more honestly than anything else.
            
            I measure everything else by the book… but with you, I just follow instinct. A little more sweetness here, a little more time there… until it feels right.
            
            And I think that’s how I know this isn’t just something I made out of habit. It’s something I chose… every single time.

Somewhere between measuring flour and stealing little tastes of sweetness, I realized… you’re my favorite craving.
            
            Not the kind that fades—but the kind I keep returning to, even when I tell myself I shouldn’t. Like a recipe I pretend not to remember, yet my hands know it by heart.
            
            If my feelings were a pastry… they’d be the kind that takes time. Folded again and again, layers built with care, until something soft and delicate comes out of the oven— something I’d only ever want to share with you.

I didn’t realize hearts could be baked so quietly… but somewhere along the way, mine started shaping itself around you.
            
            It feels like when I’m glazing something delicate—careful, slow, afraid to ruin it, but wanting so badly for it to turn out just right. That’s how I hold these feelings for you… gently, like they might melt if I’m not careful.
            
            You’re the sweetness that doesn’t overwhelm, the kind that lingers— like honey folded into warm dough, subtle but impossible to forget.
            
            And maybe it sounds silly… but if I could, I think I’d wrap these feelings up like a little box of pastries and leave them at your door— still warm, still soft, just so you’d know… they were made for you.

Kazumi follows him into the quiet room, the sudden calm making her shoulders relax a little now that the pounding music is gone. When he opens the pastry box, she clasps her hands together in front of her, rocking slightly on her heels as she watches his reaction.
            
            “Mhm... I made them this morning.”
            
            Her smile brightens at the surprise on his face, a shy sort of pride flickering in her eyes.
            
            “They’re all a little different though... I couldn’t decide which one you might like the most.”
            
            When he calls her closer, she steps toward him without hesitation. The moment he lifts the pastry to her lips instead of eating it himself, her eyes widen slightly, the blush on her cheeks deepening.
            
            For a second she just looks at him, flustered by the gesture. Then she leans in and takes a small bite, careful not to take too much from his fingers. She chews quietly, covering her mouth with her hand out of habit.
            
            “...It tastes better when Jaewon-kun is the one feeding me.”
            
            A tiny giggle escapes her, but then her gaze softens as she looks up at him again.
            
            “And...about why I came.. ”
            
            She fidgets lightly with the sleeve of her cardigan, gathering the courage to say it out loud.
            
            “I asked for kisses and hugs earlier... and you told me to come.”
            
            Her voice grows a little quieter, though her smile stays gentle.
            
            “So... I did.”
            
            She tilts her head slightly, eyes warm but a little concerned as they search his face.
            
            “But yes... that too. You’ve been really busy lately... with practice and everything. You said the company’s been overworking you...”
            
            Her fingers lightly pinch the edge of his sleeve now, almost absentmindedly.
            
            “I came for kisses and hugs...”
            
            Her cheeks redden again at the admission, but she doesn’t look away.
            
            “...and hoping the time you spend with me right now can be a little break for you.”

Kazumi stills when he steps closer, the warmth of him brushing against her making her breath catch softly in her chest. Her fingers curl a little tighter around his hand without her even realizing it, like she’s grounding herself there.
            
            Her eyes flicker up to his when he calls her that again—my princess. The words make her cheeks warm all over, a shy smile tugging at her lips.
            
            “I did think about you..”
            
            Her voice is soft, almost sheepish, as if she’s admitting a secret she meant to keep hidden.
            
            “When I was kneading the dough..and when I was decorating them.. I kept wondering if Jaewon-kun would like them. If they were sweet enough.. or maybe too sweet...”
            
            She lets out a tiny, nervous giggle, shoulders lifting just a little.
            
            “I even redid one batch because they didn’t look pretty enough.”
            
            Her gaze drifts to the pastry box in his hands, then back up to his face, eyes warm and earnest.
            
            “So, I’m really happy you’re glad.”
            
            When he leans in closer, her breath hitches again. For a moment she just looks at him, eyes wide and soft, before her hand gently tugs at the front of his slipping jacket—half fixing it, half just needing something to hold onto.
            
            “Jaewon-kun...”
            
            She murmurs his name quietly, her voice filled with shy affection.
            
            “If I’m your princess..  then you have to take good care of me, okay?”
            
            Her smile grows a little playful despite the blush on her cheeks.
            
            “And you shouldn’t skip meals because you’re busy either. That’s why I brought these.”
            
            She tilts her head slightly, eyes searching his.
            
            “So..will you try one with me?”

Kazumi’s eyes soften the moment their gazes meet, warmth blooming across her face as her cheeks burn under the flashing club lights.
            
            “Jaewon-kun told me to come... so I came...”
            
            The words leave her in a small, breathy giggle, her heart fluttering when his hand wraps around hers and he starts guiding her down the private hallway.
            
            “Yesh, Jaewon-kun’s princess shouldn’t be standing all alone in all that noise and crowd.”
            
            She puffs her cheeks a little, looking up at the back of his head while he leads her along—taking in the messy fall of his hair and the way his jacket hangs half-thrown over his shoulders. Her lower lip slips between her teeth for a moment as she gathers her thoughts.
            
            “She should only be in Jaewon-kun’s arms.”
            
            It takes her a second to find the rest of her words, a shy stutter slipping through.
            
            “O-Of course I baked them just for you... I was hoping you might be free today.. and then you texted me, and...”
            
            Her voice softens, curiosity peeking through as she tilts her head slightly.
            
            “were you busy just now?”

When are you coming back? 

:c

I hope you are okay... I miss you..