minkyuvld:
The thought of sharing a practice room with another member for the entire day almost made his skin crawl. Not because he disliked any of his members, other than the fact he was unhappy with Mars at the moment and he’d rather swallow rocks than speak with him, but because he was very much a creature of habit. Minkyu has his own, perfectionist way, of doing things. It’s his own routine, and having another member there wanting to give input would almost be worse than not being able to use the room at all. Outside of a group setting, he’d rather practice alone.
Immediately as Hyuck began to open containers, he licked at his lips, looking over the taller man’s shoulder at what he’d brought. Tonkatsu. As much as he tried not to eat many fried foods for his health, even he could be weak to the smell of fried chicken. He had to admit, the other member knew him well.
“It smells really good,” he commented, taking a seat with crossed legs on the practice room floor, helping the man take some other containers and cutlery out of the bag. “Did you eat before coming here?” By the time he questioned he already had taken a lid off a container, biting at the still warm chicken held between his chopsticks.
if hyuck opened up twitter and scrolled through a few p.s. accounts for an understanding of what their fans thought of him, he would find an overwhelming amount calling him twentytwenty’s mom. it came from a series of things, but it was definitely a narrative summit media adored to broadcast. he didn’t love the comparisons, but he supposed he could see where people drew them from. his regular attempts to wrangle his members, specifically kyuu, into healthy eating habits, did remind him of how his mom had to wrangle the twins. he finished opening all the boxes of food, uncapping one bottle of water for himself.
watching kyuu eat reminded him of all the comments from fans about how their sweet princely boyfriend han minkyu ate so well. he had wanted to snort the first time he heard it, but it was nice for kyuu to actually eat a meal rather than attempt to photosynthesize, or whatever it was he thought he could do instead of eating for energy.
“thanks, it’s my mom’s recipe.” it was one of the first things he got a hang of cooking, other than ramen and making rice in a rice cooker. he put the water bottle down, sitting across from kyuu on the floor. “i taste-tested while i was cooking.”
