Between The Hidden World And Ours... - [YEONGYU FF]

Chapter 11

🎶: "Holidays" by Conan Gray

Yeonjun followed Beomgyu down the stairs, and out to the porch drowning in the sunset light.

"It's not much, but I tried," Beomgyu said, stepping out.

Yeonjun looked at the porch.

"Wow."

Wow indeed.

Beomgyu had not just cooked a simple dinner; he had cooked a whole ass buffet. Or at least, with the food stock they had, it was a buffet.

He had cut fruit into a fruit salad, fried a large chicken, whipped up his own fries, and even took a bottle of apple juice out.

Not only that, he had also set the table very nicely, with all the cutlery possible, and even placed a vase of flowers in the middle.

Restaurants in Korea could happily bow down and step down in comparison to what Beomgyu had brought to the table.

Yeonjun's mouth watered at the sight of all the delicious food in front of his eyes.

"I can't wait to eat it!"

Beomgyu cracked a smile, finding Yeonjun's enthusiasm... addictive.

"Then be my guest."

The two scientists sat across from each other, and Yeonjun was about to grab a plate from the middle of the table.

What he didn't expect was for Beomgyu to reach out at the same time too, and that their hands would touch.

"Oh, sorry," they said at once.

Yeonjun started laughing, and Beomgyu followed.

"I usually say 'jinx' with my friends if this happens," he chuckled.

"Haha."

Beomgyu took his plate and served himself some of the fries and some chicken.

"I hope the fries turned out well, I made them with my own special recipe," he said.

"I'm sure they'll be delicious."

Yeonjun dumped some food on his plate too, and then first tasted the fries.

And oh, the way his eyes sparkled.

"Beomgyu."

The black haired male glanced up, eyes skeptic.

"What?"

"This isn't just delicious..."

"Oh."

Beomgyu's face fell.

"I'm sorry—"

"You didn't let me finish; this is absolutely amazing! Who taught you how to cook like this?!"

Beomgyu smiled curtly.

"My online friends. Whenever we called each other on Instagram, one of them would teach me some recipes."

"Oh, you have online friends?" Yeonjun asked.

"Mhm."

"You never told me that."

"I didn't?"

And that was when two of them realized something.

That they barely knew much about each other.

Usually, friendships start by knowing the basics, like your name, your age, your family, your hobbies, and so on.

But what Yeonjun first found out about Beomgyu was that he was also a scientist, very secretive, and was suffering from trauma.