“you know, minhwan, you’ve been really fired up about this lately.”
a casual slip of the tongue, a fatal error when it came to the likes of yeo minhwan, but for once had kazuma been spared as what would have been a fiery outburst from the other male outcomes to nothing more but a glower that promptly glazes over, a gesture unknown to kazuma as his eyes remained upon the production before them and nothing else. three days before the twenty-fourth, the kitchen had been a battleground of splattered flour, broken eggs, and scorched confections. after the fifth batch of failed macarons and minhwan catching kazuma attempting to salvage (or, as minhwan saw it, sabotage) his work by attempting to switch the salted caramel macarons minhwan had made for a far less toxic batch crafted undercover by kazuma himself, they took a break. now, a day after christmas, minhwan had been more pumped than ever and, oddly, compliant.
“i don’t know what you mean,” the older had commented, yet the burst of rose that dusted across his pale cheeks had practically screamed otherwise. flustered fingers had begun to sprinkle “a pinch of cinnamon” (or, as kazuma attempted to clarify, “a lot but not a lot, something that compliments the salted caramel but doesn’t overpower it, y’know?”) on each individual shell that the younger had piped out (smaller than usual, in consideration for moonbin’s health.)
“did something good happen between you and moonbin?”
tension suddenly flooded the area. a novice mistake, kazuma flickered his gaze over to his teammate—
and instantly regretted it.
“pardon?” it was a simple word, but the way minhwan had vocalized it made the work akin to a bullet, deadly, and paired with the ferocious glare splitting against kazuma’s skull had swiftly made the younger male retract his steps. “i was unaware that my private life was also of your concern, kinam.” minhwan’s pale hand ceased sprinkling cinnamon and, with flashbacks zipping across his eyes of the gunslinger seizing his belongings hostage and breaking them as a consequence of testing him, kazuma had been quick to sputter as he desperately sought to salvage the situation.
“i know i’m sorry but i— i— uhm… it’s just that you and moonbin— y’know?? you and moonbin— well… everyone’s been talking about the two of you and chanwoo found out his birthday is on the twenty-ninth and you don’t even like salted caramel and you only cook for others because you like your chef’s cooking more than your own so i found it strange that—“
“you guys have been gossiping about me?”
this was when kazuma began to quiver.
“n-no but, i mean just a little but—“ brown eyes widened at the realization that minhwan had conveniently stood besides the knife drawer and that nimble fingers edged along the countertop, inching closer to the compartment and kazuma swore he was about to faint from anxiety. “we weren’t saying anything bad we were just curious because you’ve been so happy lately and it was a little bit weird because you’re normally so— well, you— and uhm—— we just like seeing you happy, minhwan.” ivory fingers suddenly ceased and kazuma gave a hidden sigh of relief. “and we wanted to know more about the cause of it…” a sheepish grin appeared on kazuma’s plump lips. “so…”
“nothing happened between moonbin and i.” despite minhwan’s eloquence, the words fell quite strangely off the brunet’s lips and, giving a slight cough, the older had ruffled himself up and turned back towards the macaron shells. “I spent time with him on christmas eve and… we were simply friends celebrating, nothing else.”
but there was something else.
kazuma watched as minhwan refocused himself upon sprinkling cinnamon across the shells. he was methodical as always— yet, for once, noticeably less tense. as the older male continued, now reminded of moonbin had his expression softened. just friends, the hero had announced. and yet, with lips curling upwards and pale cheeks completely pink, reality had spoke of a completely different tale that minhwan had verbally offered.
prompt: SEND 👄 + AND MY MUSE WILL TALK ABOUT THEM. SPEAK OF THEM. @contusicns // muse: MINHWAN (ft kazuma). status: not accepting
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