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huiyin's pov.

my hands started to shake and sweat as i realized i had just bumped into one of the new boys in the hallway. i fell back onto my you-know-what, my cheeks burning red.

the boy had just joined today, and wow, he was cute. he looked down at me in a panic and reached for my hand.

"are you okay? i'm so sorry. let me help you," he picked me up and brushed the nonexistent dust off my arms. he bowed at me repeatedly.

i nodded frantically and smoothed out my uniform, "i'm okay. don't worry,"

he bowed a full 90° at me and told me, "i'm sorry! my name is jongho. forgive me,"

i couldn't help but laugh at his amusing apologies, "i'm huiyin. and i forgive you,"

he sighed and said, "are you hurt?"

"not at all." i smirked and tilted my head. i noticed he was carrying a cookie in one hand peculiarly. "y-you like sweets, too?"

he looked at his hand, "oh, of course i do! my friend, hongjoong, brought me this for lunch. why?"

i shrugged with a mischievous grin on my face, "nothing. it's just that i like to bake too..."

"really? could i, m-maybe, try some of your sweets s-sometime?"

and like that, dozens of my favorite recipes were shooting around my head - cookies, brownies, cupcakes, mochi, ice cream, pudding, cake! i just couldn't wait to go home and bake them all! finally, someone appreciated my efforts as a pastry chef!

"yes! i'll bring you some sweets tomorrow. bye, jongho!" i exclaimed before running home straight for my kitchen.

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ugH guys the spams are so sweet
i'm literally soft hours right now <3