A 4 x 4 m² room—four pale walls enclosing the small space, where silence was broken only by the soft clatter of fingers against a keyboard. In the center, Kihyeon sat hunched over, immersed in a digital world untouched by time. His eyes never left the screen of his laptop, the bluish glow reflecting faintly in his pupils.
Criiick, the sound of the door sliding open slowly tore through the silence. Someone stepped in, quietly. His jet-black hair was slightly tousled by the wind outside. In his hand, a plastic bag swung gently, carrying with it a warm, inviting aroma. It was Tian.
The aroma of food wafted into the room. Kihyeon's nose caught the scent before his mind did, and as if speaking on his behalf, his stomach let out a soft but unmistakable growl. Startled and embarrassed, Kihyeon glanced down at his belly, then instinctively hunched over slightly, pressing a hand to it as if to hush it. His face flushed red—from cheeks to ears. Tian raised an eyebrow, a quiet laugh tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Are you hungry?"
Kihyeon quickly shook his head, but the redness on his face betrayed his answer. Tian chuckled softly. He lifted the plastic bag a little higher and said,
"I bought food. For you."
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They ended up eating the food Tian bought. There were four portions in total. There was no way Kihyeon could finish them all, especially since most of it was fatty food and Kihyeon was afraid of gaining weight. So he offered to share the meal with Tian.
While they were eating, silence hung between them—neither of them spoke a word. Eventually, Kihyeon decided to break the ice.
“Tian, can I ask you something?"
The question made Tian stop eating. He froze.
"Do you really have Azoospermia?”
. . .
“Yes, I do”
Kihyeon simply replied with an “oh” and nodded in response.
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