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His father had the worst sweet tooth on Earth. Or at least he used to think that till the day he met Cale.
You wouldn’t believe it at first, the oldest son of the Henituse household didn’t look like the kind of person who liked that. Not with the amount of wine, bitter sauces and acid candies he ate. Yes, acid candies. Kim Rok Soo couldn’t understand how he could stand it, the only time he gave them a chance, he almost chocked on one.
(He would have never tried them out for the life of his, but Cale tried his favourite level of spicy food too.)
Nonetheless, today was Valentine’s Day, and he needed to scrap his baking skill to make something for his Sweetheart. Even if they were still only as good as his mother’s.
The kitchen was… not burned, and for his book that meant success.
Kim Rok Soo wasn’t bad at cooking, and he was pretty decent when it came to making drinks too (years working as a bartender had to give him something), but baking was a whole different monster. It just didn’t run in his blood, even his father, with his ungodly addiction to sugar and his eternal seek for the perfect chocolate cake, could only do so much against cookie dough.
Luckily for him, internet existed and chocolate wasn’t that harder to melt. Pouring it on the silicone sunflower moulds on the other hand………
Moments like those always made him question his intelligence. And how embarrassingly lovesick he was. Seriously? Why did he have to go for Cale’s favourite flower instead of a classic heart one? Why on this forsaken planet he decided to follow his parents' steps?
Maybe he really was crazy after all.
“Are you hiding a new body in the garden or why the heck do you look like that?” Always the gentleman, that’s how the redhead greeted him. To his credit, his boyfriend looked like he had just been caught in the middle of a murder. In more ways than one.
“Shut up,” Rok Soo hissed, feeling the tip of his ears burning.
He had wasted a few hours fighting with some stubborn bones that refused to break, just for Mary to told him she didn’t need it anymore, but that was completely unrelated to his dishevelled state!
Hands that would have terrified anyone, with dirty fingernails which most might like to pretend was chocolate and not a mix of blood and grass, shoved a heart box into the Henituse’s chest. “Here,” Kim Rok Soo, who looked like he wanted to be literally everywhere but there and as if he was expecting Cale to shower him in price at the same time, continued. “Happy,” he dragged the words as they were a venom he didn’t want to drink, “Valentine, Sweetheart.”
The Henituse’s eyes swayed from him to the box, to him again. He didn’t take his boyfriend’s manners to heart, Cale was more than aware of how much Rok Soo struggled with being gentle.
A low, warm chuckle came from the redhead as he cradled the gift between his hands. “Awww, how’s the sweetheart now, hm?” He teased the other man, leaning closer to the Korean’s torture. “You are, you are my Sweetheart! Yes, you are!”
“Do I look like Choi Jung Soo to you? Don’t talk to me as if I were a dog!” Kim Rok Soo chided, trying to get away from Cale by walking to the kitchen.
“Nooo, come back here, I haven’t given you your gift yet!”