BANQUET / ( @mmjaehwa )
traditions are hard kept when your familial situation is ever-changing. holidays were different with every new boyfriend his mother brought around, family reunions tended to carry a constant air of discomfort, vacations went from frequent, to rare, to never. his mother tried in vain to keep some form of stability in a young skip’s life — that stability tended to come in the form of food. cooking tied the loose ends of his childhood together, and nothing could beat scarfing down a heaping plate of freshly prepared comfort food whenever times were weird.
and living in the sharehouse is awesome, yeah, but he can’t help but miss seeing his sister’s faces everyday. sue him.
in between trying to sneak bites of raw carrot, skip had picked up an array of fresh ingredients from the farmer’s market, as the bittersweet twinges of homesickness had led to an intense craving for a solid bowl of homemade spaghetti. he’d roped jaehwa into this cooking escapade as an assistant, of course — they’d essentially been attached at the hip since the day he’d moved in, and he’d once seen jae char the shit out of an egg, so it seemed like it’d be beneficial for both of them. for jae, a cooking lesson. for skip, more time to spend with his new best buddy.
“you know how to dice shit?” he questioned, holding out a sizable tomato. “i don’t wanna see you cut open your whole hand, dude. i did that once and it was real gross. had to wear a buncha bandages around my palm for like.... a month. my mom was kinda peeved ‘cause i got blood all over her good cuttin’ boards.”