Adult Content Warning
This work could have adult content. If you continue, you have agreed that you are willing to see such content.
-
Tags
Summary
Minho had stayed up past midnight baking in the heavy, broken silence of the dorm kitchen—well, technically in Chan’s kitchen, since their own stove had given up two days ago in a dramatic pop and the acrid scent of burnt plastic.
The strawberry glaze gleamed under the overhead light, ruby bright and glass smooth, catching the shine each time he tilted the pan. The crust was perfectly golden—no dark edges, no pale patches. He’d remade it once already because the first one cracked straight through the center when it cooled. Unacceptable.
That version had been consumed in record time by the others, who had appeared as if summoned by scent alone. A sacrifice, he’d told himself dryly. An offering to appease the horde.
This one, though—this one had to be perfect.
Jisung leaves for a trip with anger still lingering between them and a promise to talk when he gets back. Minho stays behind with pride in his throat and an apology he doesn’t send.
What follows is not one clean break, but a slow unraveling — learning how grief can splinter into anger, how a future can vanish between one day and the next .
Series
- Part 1 of Collision