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“Why can't I help?” Lee Soohyuk asked again. He was sitting on the couch and kept turning around to check how they were in the kitchen.
Their apartment was a bit small when split between three grown men, but they made it work. There were three rooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a tiny balcony. It was nice to have a place to go home to, or so Lee Soohyuk said.
“Because you made dinner last time we had a day off.” Choi Jung Soo was chopping vegetables for the stir-fry. There was a determined sincerity to what he was saying. “It's our turn.”
Lee Soohyuk's gaze drifted to their other roommate. “Kim Rok Soo?”
“He's right.” Kim Rok Soo had been dragged into this, but he wasn't stopping halfway. He was making a sauce to add over top and checking that the meat and noodles were cooking properly.
Lee Soohyuk sighed and went back to reading.
Choi Jung Soo started chopping onions. His eyes stung. He reached up and rubbed his eyes. Immediately afterwards, he cursed loudly, then rushed over to the sink.
Kim Rok Soo winced and grabbed a cup to
Lee Soohyuk was already off the couch. “What happened? Someone cut themselves?”
“No,” Choi Jung Soo explained. “I was cutting onions and, well!” He had a feeble smile on his face despite the pain he was still in.
“He decided it was a good idea to touch his eyes while he was cutting onions,” Kim Rok Soo clarified.
Lee Soohyuk helped pour water over Choi Jung Soo's eyes while Kim Rok Soo went back to cooking.
Kim Rok Soo added the sauce to the stir fry. A good smell was already starting to seep from the wok to the rest of the apartment. Occasionally, he heard Choi Jung Soo curse quietly and Lee Soohyuk make a small noise of concern. With his back turned, he didn't have to hide his smile.
The apartment was a bit cramped, but he was glad he agreed to live here. It was nice to have a place to go home to.