𐨂 ho𝗌ᧉok 𝆳 :🐿: ⁹⁴

The house is quiet, which is odd considering there are usually voices, footsteps, or clanging dishes. But tonight, it's just you and Hoseok at the table.

"Did you put more rice in?" she asks with a smile as she sits across from you, holding two plates.

—Yes. I thought you'd be hungry.

"I always arrive hungry," he jokes, and begins to serve himself with enthusiasm.

You eat in silence for a few seconds, until he looks at you out of the corner of his eye and says:

—It's weird, isn't it? This. Just you and me eating. It almost never happens.

—Yes… but it’s not bad —you answer, and he nods immediately.

— I actually like it. It makes me feel like… it's worth being alone with you.

You look up and see him smiling with that warm glow that never seems to go out.

—I'm just saying, you're... More than attractive —he says, putting the chopsticks aside for a moment—.

You're not sure how to respond. You just look at him, feeling how that warmth that always surrounds him now also envelops you.

—Thanks, Hobi.

He lets out a light chuckle as he looks at you a little longer.