— a taste of home.
@yhsoyeon winter, 2014.
for someone whose mind holds the most complicated and intricate of thoughts, a walking labyrinth and a human embodiment of tangled webs, siwoo loves the simple things in life. he loves the rain, the sound and the smell of it; he loves the feeling of his dog flushed against his feet, the way her fur warms his ankles like it does to his heart, but mostly, he loves meals with his sister, even if it’s just a simple bowl of cup noodles at the convenience store near bd entertainment. quite frankly, he’d be satisfied eating leftover crumbs if it meant he got to eat with his sister who hasn’t been home for some time now.
it might be a little unsettling to see the min siblings huddled over their bowls of cup noodles at a convenience store; they never ate like that back at home, they never had to. nutritious and scrumptious dishes filled the min family’s dinner table and they always ate good, no matter how busy their parents got. perhaps, that is why he found his heart aching at the sight of his sister’s weight loss, or the mention of her company’s strict diet rules. it angered him, as much as it worried him and if he could, he would spend the whole night stuffing her with food, not wanting to see her starve herself for another second.
but he doesn’t tell her that, instead, his fingers worked on peeling her an egg, gaze darting between the egg and his sister’s tired eyes, nodding as she fills him in on her life as a trainee. it has been awhile since she started training at bd entertainment but he still hasn’t gotten used to life without her around. he misses her terribly, her absence at home too big a void to fill, but the idea of her pursuing what she loves was heartening enough and he’d give her all the support that she needs. you’d think that a boy his age wouldn’t be this overly attached to his younger sister but siwoo isn’t even embarrassed about how often he shows up at her company, in hopes to have a meal with her. one, he wants to spend more time with her and he’ll take whatever scraps he can get, and two, he wants to see her eat, like, actually eat. it fills him with joy to see her slurp on her noodles or down her banana milk the way she used to when they were kids, just like the good old days.
he peels off the final bit of egg shell and hands the egg to her, a soft smile lacing his lips. “here, eat up.” he pokes a straw into her banana milk, returning his attention back to his own bowl of noodles that were starting to get a little soggy, not that he minds, his attention was never on his food anyway. his attention was not on his food, or the unusual circumstance of their dining location, it was always on his sister, and it’ll remain that way, whether she was just down the hallway, or on his tv screen; she’ll always be his younger sister that he’ll take care of, even if the best that he can give her is a just a bowl of cup noodles.
