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Cha Eui-jae had suddenly texted Lee Sa-young, asking him to come to the hangover soup restaurant when he was free. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft low on the world.This was unusual–very unusual.
'Did something happen?'
Lee Sa-young couldn't help but worry. After all, his Hyung never texted him first. After reading the text, Lee Sa-young immediately took out a piece of paper and ripped it apart.
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"Hyung!"
Cha Eui-jae looked up at the sound of the voice. There he was, Lee Sa-young, standing in his glory. The violet eyes soften as they met the gray ones. Lee Sa-young worries went unbeknown to Cha Eui-jae though.
"Oh! You are right on time. Sit here, Sa-young."
Lee Sa-young let Cha Eui-jae guide him to one of the tables. The steaming hot bowl of hangover soup awaited them.
"For me?"
Lee Sa-young asked, his violet eyes flicking to the steaming bowl. Cha Eui-jae nodded.
"Who else?"
Lee Sa-young blew on the soup and took a sip. It was warm, confronting and familiar. He was about to take another spoonful when Cha Eui-jae's hand stopped him.
"Wait, there's one more thing."
Cha Eui-jae hesitated for a moment before adding.
"Hold my hand."
Lee Sa-young glanced at the pale, slander hand reaching out to him, then at Cha Eui-jae's face. The man kept a serious expression ,but Lee Sa-young still could see his ears turning red. Oh, how could Lee Sa-young resist teasing him?
"Hyung, if you want to hold my hand, you could've just asked."
Lee Sa-young teased, smirking slightly.
"No, it wasn't like that!"
"Sure whatever you say, Hyung."
Before Cha Eui-jae could retracted his hand, Lee Sa-young grabbed it, intertwining their fingers together. They fit perfectly in his hand.
"Sa-young, try drinking the soup again."
Lee Sa-young followed his Hyung's request and took a another sip. The spoon slipped from his fingers in shock.
The soup has rich, savory, and slightly spicy flavor. And he could taste it. It had been years since he couldn't taste anything.
After losing his sense of taste, Lee Sa-young had stopped caring about food, losing his appetite. He always tended to skip his meals. Until he had found his Hyung. Even though he couldn't taste his Hyung's cooking, he often come here to eat (to see his Hyung).
Lee Sa-young always thought of what his Hyung cooking might taste like. Now, though...
'How?'
Cha Eui-jae interrupted Lee Sa-young's thoughts.
"I got a new skill that lets me lend my senses to others through physical contact."
"Hmm... I see"
"So, how is it?"
Lee Sa-young took a moment, savoring the flavours that now danced on his tongue.
"It's taste just like I imagined."
Cha Eui-jae sat down beside Lee Sa-young, their hand still entwined. Cha Eui-jae was a bit annoyed by the answer but Lee Sa-young looks like he was really enjoying the soup, so he would let it slide this time.
The violet eyes lit up every bite. Lee Sa-young finished the soup in no time. Lee Sa-young was curious about one thing, though. He glanced at Cha Eui-jae, mischievous glint in his eyes.
"What? Is there something on my face?"
Lee Sa-young stuided the delicate face in front of him, his violet eyes lingering on soft, pale pink lips. Without thinking, he closed the distance between their lips, feeling the softness and the taste of his Hyung.
When they pulled away, Cha Eui-jae gasped for air, his lips swollen. Lee Sa-young, seemly satisfied, licked his lips.
"Thank you for the meal... and the dessert, Hyung."
"..."
Cha Eui-jae could only stared at him, speechless.
"Good night, Hyung."
Lee Sa-young winked as he got up to leave, leaving a flustered Cha Eui-jae behind. Cha Eui-jae sat there for a long moment, a familiar taste lingering in his mouth.
Both of them shared the same thought.
'Sweet.'