“You’re a terrible cook.”
❝ i never claimed to be a masterchef, you know ❞ rolling his eyes, hanbin prodded at the failed pajeon with the end of his chopsticks. deflated, just like his hopes of being a culinary genius. ❝ maybe you should’ve asked me for bread instead. what’s the matter? don’t trust me with the actual love of your life? ❞ he laughs, more than satisfied with his teasing words but his expression softens as he stares at her, his smile growing docile as he tilts his head, regarding her pensively.
❝ but… are you really hungry? what’s wrong? why would you trust me enough in the kitchen? you barely trust me enough with the remote. ❞ and with good reason at that. then again, he never knows how he trusts her to show him anything when she goes on and on about memes, meatspin in particular, which is an idea he will never completely cleanse his mind of no matter how hard he tries.
many things weigh on his mind, most especially the growing distance between them since the confession. he thinks his lack of presence doesn’t help at all either but he can’t help it. his schedules take him away and she drifts off to sleep more times than most. not that he blames her for it. he’s envious even and a little wary. together, there’s a tendency to stray. stray off topic, stray from aim to rabbit to everything else in between, to stray from obligations and responsibilities but, most of all, they stray the furthest away from time.
he forgets time when she’s around and he knows. he knows she’s the same way. staying up until 5am listening to music remains his favorite memory of her but the more he’s around her, the more he notices the memories blending. he has no true favorite because she always makes him laugh despite himself. in the most sullen of moments, her love for bread and rampant rambling can drive him to fits of laughter.
admittedly, hanbin doesn’t belong in the kitchen but he thinks he belongs in this moment as much as she does. ❝ i miss you, y’kno. you’re my best friend. you’re always gonna be my favorite girl so tell me. when you think it’s nothing, tell me anything. when you tell me there’s no tea so stop checking up on you, let’s brew some together. ❞