[ He felt the brief press of lips against his brow as Zhao pressed a few tissues into his hands. He dabbed at his eyes and wiped his nose, feeling marginally better.
How long had it been since he shed so many tears? How long had he kept this grief locked away within his heart, as vast and fathomless as the ocean itself?
Too long, by far. And it seemed that he still had a few more tears left to shed.
Zhao set another plate of karaage in front of him, and Joon-gi ate with slightly more enthusiasm though he did so in silence. The karaage was perfectly crisp, even after being reheated, and the cabbage wrapping offered just the right amount of crunch.
It was absolutely delicious, and Joon-gi wanted to savor it.
He paused every now and again to wipe away a trailing tear as he ate, unable to completely halt the flow. But having Zhao next to him helped. He leaned a bit closer, knees bumping together and shoulders brushing. He smiled briefly as Zhao reached over to brush away a lingering tear. ]
Who was it that taught you how to make karaage?
[ He had almost asked "Did your mother teach you?" but thought better of it. Zhao had never once mentioned his mother in all the years that Joon-gi had known him, so he could only assume that she was no longer part of his life. The last thing he wanted to do was carelessly poke at such a sensitive topic, especially when the subject of mothers was something of a sore spot for Joon-gi himself. ]
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Date: 2024-10-02 02:34 am (UTC)How long had it been since he shed so many tears? How long had he kept this grief locked away within his heart, as vast and fathomless as the ocean itself?
Too long, by far. And it seemed that he still had a few more tears left to shed.
Zhao set another plate of karaage in front of him, and Joon-gi ate with slightly more enthusiasm though he did so in silence. The karaage was perfectly crisp, even after being reheated, and the cabbage wrapping offered just the right amount of crunch.
It was absolutely delicious, and Joon-gi wanted to savor it.
He paused every now and again to wipe away a trailing tear as he ate, unable to completely halt the flow. But having Zhao next to him helped. He leaned a bit closer, knees bumping together and shoulders brushing. He smiled briefly as Zhao reached over to brush away a lingering tear. ]
Who was it that taught you how to make karaage?
[ He had almost asked "Did your mother teach you?" but thought better of it. Zhao had never once mentioned his mother in all the years that Joon-gi had known him, so he could only assume that she was no longer part of his life. The last thing he wanted to do was carelessly poke at such a sensitive topic, especially when the subject of mothers was something of a sore spot for Joon-gi himself. ]