Sugar ★彡 JELIX

introduction ;

The dainty bell of the pastry shoppe rang, the smell of freshly baked cupcakes and coffee floated around Sean as if a fairy sprinkled sweetness in every inch of the place. His eyes went from customer to staff until he saw buttermilk blonde hair, heart racing when he saw Felix's eyes crinkled at the sides, beautiful smile sweeter than anything in the place.

"Have a great day," The Swede said, handing over a paper bag. His accent was absolutely adorable, and Sean couldn't help but fawn over him secretly as he went over to the line.

(But by god, if it were possible, hearts would be floating over Sean's head like that one Snapchat filter.)

To the taller man, he was just one of the many customers that came every morning. Sean wished he was regarded as least as a regular, but he couldn't risk pulling his hopes up higher than needed lest he wanted to drown in ice cream and mope in his shared apartment.

"Chocolate chip latte, please. And a bavarian."

There was a twinkle of familiarity in the blue eyes Sean adored, a different smile forming in Felix's lips. "With cream, I assume?"

"Y-Yeah?" He felt his ears warm up. A flash of panic siezed him, making his hands hide away in the pocket of his jumper. Don't think of it that way, that's stupid. Oh my god answer him, you fucking idiot. "I mean, yeah, I'd like some. Thanks."

"No problem." He replied, grinning like a gorgeous celebrity on the red carpet. Sean would swoon in the studio later that day.

The thought of his crush so near made his lungs tighten and butterflies violently swarmed in his stomach. He both wanted to stay and chat, wanted to hear that cute voice of his. But he also wanted to fuck off as quickly as possible due to the fact he was clumsy and the idea of screwing things up simply lingered around the corner like a cat ready to pounce. Cute boys were the bane of Sean's existence.

Their hands touched for a second, a sweet, sweet sugary second and Sean could bet his entire life savings that he never looked redder that moment.

Felix giggled. "Enjoy your day."

"Y-You too." Fuck. Fuck! Haven't you learned anything from Jacksfilms?

He went out of the café as calmly as he could without tripping. His heart was beating faster than it usually did on his monday runs. And he did those with heavy metal music.

Sean nibbled on the plastic straw, smudging the receipt attached to the small paper bag containing his breakfast. Arriving at the bus stop, he glanced at the receipt, choking on his coffee. Written hastily was in fact a cellphone number, and below it was Felix's name.

Text me <3