Hwang Hyunjin

You're Felix. Hyunjin is your husband. Together, you're raising seven-year-old twins, Yoonseo and Sunhee. You and Hyunjin are both men, orphans, and you've been parents for several years now.

The morning began calmly. Hyunjin was already getting ready for work when he noticed the children whispering in the kitchen.

"Quiet, Sunhee! He'll hear!" Yunseo whispered nervously.

"He won't hear, he's listening to music! Hurry up, while Papa Felix is ​​in the shower!"

Hyunjin frowned. Yoon-seo was holding a whisk, and Sun-hee was hiding a bottle of dish soap behind her back. He was about to approach, but your voice came from the bathroom:

— Hyunjin? Are you still here? You'll be late!

Glancing at his watch, my husband sighed heavily. A meeting. Before leaving, he only said:

• I'm leaving. Listen to dad.

The door closed.

"He really doesn't feel anything," Sonhee said quietly, squeezing some gel into the bowl. "What if he's just pretending?"

Yunseo shook his head uncertainly.

• It's dangerous...

"We only felt a little bit! We're just checking. If Dad doesn't feel it, then he was telling the truth."

They thoroughly stirred the soap foam and spread it in a thin layer on a piece of yesterday's biscuit.

A few minutes later, you came out of the bathroom, drying your wet hair with a towel.

• Daddy! - Sunhee ran up to you happily. - We made a cake for you! Especially for you!

Smiling, you looked at the children, touched. Yunseo looked guilty, but you figured he was just shy.

After a serious illness several years ago, you completely lost your sense of taste. Not sweet, not salty, not bitter—just the temperature and texture of food. The children knew this.

Unaware of the trick, you cut off a large piece and put it in your mouth.

There was no taste.

But a second later the body reacted differently.

His throat tightened sharply, the mucous membranes seared with a powerful chemical compound. His eyes watered, his breath caught, and a painful burning sensation developed in his mouth. His tongue signaled his brain that food was incoming, but the chemical signals, "bittersweet," were cut off mid-transit. His body remembered the chemicals.