[exo] chocolate
title: chocolate
pairing: kai/xiumin
word count: 743 words
rating: pg13
summary: At the end of those pale fingertips, there’s melted chocolate
a/n: a xiukai drabble as requested by bluedreaming. i still owe you three more ansa /sobs.
chocolate
Jongin pours his passion into chocolate.
Milk chocolate, bitter chocolate, chocolate with almonds-he likes every flavor. The uniqueness of every flavor makes him want to create his own chocolate. And when he is offered a scholarship to become a chocolatier in France, he doesn't even think twice before he grabs a one way ticket and hops on the plane to France. It wasn't easy at first, Jongin had overlooked the language barrier. He could only speak broken English. But he wanted it so badly, and if there's a will, there's a way. Four years later, he comes home, fluent in French, and a few awards he'd bagged back in Europe.
"Jongin!" The shorter man runs to him and pulls him into a tight hug.
"Kyungsoo, I missed you!" He says, tone heavy and accented. He hasn't spoken in Korean for a while but Kyungsoo doesn't seem to mind.
"Where are my chocolates? You promised to make me some!" Is the first thing the smaller man tells him, helping him pick up his luggage. Jongin smiles. "Later. Don't get too excited, hyung."
Jongin's old apartment is cleaner than when he left it four years ago. Kyungsoo must have been cleaning it for him. Typical Kyungsoo, he thinks. "Hyung, do you want to help me make the chocolates?" Kyungsoo visibly gleams. He laughs at the older man, four years and he's still childish when it comes to chocolate.
Jongin immediately forgets all the awards he's gotten, all the recognition as he melts the chocolates onto the pan, adding his own secret ingredients to the mix. Kyungsoo hands him the mold and Jongin lets him pour the chocolate on it, adding a few chopped almonds before chucking it in the refrigerator to harden.
Jongin's movements aren't as clumsy as when he started falling in love with chocolate, but it's still not enough for his own standards.
"When will they be ready, Jongin-ah?" They're sitting across each other, Jongin's chin resting on the kitchen counter. It's only been a few minutes and it's going to be a long time before his hyung can get to eat the chocolates.
"It'll take a while. How about you tell me what's happening here? It's been four years and all, there are bound to be changes." Kyungsoo is eager to answer, telling him about his part time job as a singer in a band with their other friends and all the great shops getting built in town. But Jongin lifts his head up when he hears there's a new chocolate shop just a few blocks away from his apartment. "Chocolate shop?"
Kyungsoo nods. "Yeah, they sell really great chocolate. There are those rose shaped ones, I like those the best. But I bet yours are yummier than theirs though." Jongin is intrigued and he asks Kyungsoo to take him there tomorrow.
--
The shop is smaller than Jongin expected, when Kyungsoo told him over chocolate coated fingers that their chocolates tasted the same. Jongin had studied in France and they've always prized the unique tastes of every chocolatier's work. How in the world would two chocolates taste the same from different people?
Jongin comes up to the cashier to order just a batch of their "special chocolate brownies", just because he can't take Kyungsoo's words. If it didn't taste the same, Kyungsoo is going to owe him big time. But if he did, well, Jongin hadn't thought of that part yet.
He quickly thanks the cashier and opens the small box. The presentation isn't that nice, but Jongin isn't here today for the designs but for the taste. Popping a piece in his mouth, he notices the guy behind the counter--the cashier, smiling at him, watching and waiting for his reaction. Jongin momentarily forgets to analyze the texture and flavor when he meets the guy's eyes peering at him.
"How does it taste?" He smiles, gums showing. Jongin is about to choke for real, but fortunately he remembers to swallow first. He can't properly answer, so he eats another piece, concentrating this time. And good lord, Kyungsoo is wrong. With wide eyes, Jongin asks the guy who owns the shop. He laughs at Jongin and points to himself. "Why? Don't you like them?"
"They taste great." Better than mine Jongin almost says, but doesn't. "I'm Kim Jongin." He offers his hand to the guy, to his new found life enemy.
"Kim Minseok," his grin grows wider, if that’s even possible.
pairing: kai/xiumin
word count: 743 words
rating: pg13
summary: At the end of those pale fingertips, there’s melted chocolate
a/n: a xiukai drabble as requested by bluedreaming. i still owe you three more ansa /sobs.
chocolate
Jongin pours his passion into chocolate.
Milk chocolate, bitter chocolate, chocolate with almonds-he likes every flavor. The uniqueness of every flavor makes him want to create his own chocolate. And when he is offered a scholarship to become a chocolatier in France, he doesn't even think twice before he grabs a one way ticket and hops on the plane to France. It wasn't easy at first, Jongin had overlooked the language barrier. He could only speak broken English. But he wanted it so badly, and if there's a will, there's a way. Four years later, he comes home, fluent in French, and a few awards he'd bagged back in Europe.
"Jongin!" The shorter man runs to him and pulls him into a tight hug.
"Kyungsoo, I missed you!" He says, tone heavy and accented. He hasn't spoken in Korean for a while but Kyungsoo doesn't seem to mind.
"Where are my chocolates? You promised to make me some!" Is the first thing the smaller man tells him, helping him pick up his luggage. Jongin smiles. "Later. Don't get too excited, hyung."
Jongin's old apartment is cleaner than when he left it four years ago. Kyungsoo must have been cleaning it for him. Typical Kyungsoo, he thinks. "Hyung, do you want to help me make the chocolates?" Kyungsoo visibly gleams. He laughs at the older man, four years and he's still childish when it comes to chocolate.
Jongin immediately forgets all the awards he's gotten, all the recognition as he melts the chocolates onto the pan, adding his own secret ingredients to the mix. Kyungsoo hands him the mold and Jongin lets him pour the chocolate on it, adding a few chopped almonds before chucking it in the refrigerator to harden.
Jongin's movements aren't as clumsy as when he started falling in love with chocolate, but it's still not enough for his own standards.
"When will they be ready, Jongin-ah?" They're sitting across each other, Jongin's chin resting on the kitchen counter. It's only been a few minutes and it's going to be a long time before his hyung can get to eat the chocolates.
"It'll take a while. How about you tell me what's happening here? It's been four years and all, there are bound to be changes." Kyungsoo is eager to answer, telling him about his part time job as a singer in a band with their other friends and all the great shops getting built in town. But Jongin lifts his head up when he hears there's a new chocolate shop just a few blocks away from his apartment. "Chocolate shop?"
Kyungsoo nods. "Yeah, they sell really great chocolate. There are those rose shaped ones, I like those the best. But I bet yours are yummier than theirs though." Jongin is intrigued and he asks Kyungsoo to take him there tomorrow.
--
The shop is smaller than Jongin expected, when Kyungsoo told him over chocolate coated fingers that their chocolates tasted the same. Jongin had studied in France and they've always prized the unique tastes of every chocolatier's work. How in the world would two chocolates taste the same from different people?
Jongin comes up to the cashier to order just a batch of their "special chocolate brownies", just because he can't take Kyungsoo's words. If it didn't taste the same, Kyungsoo is going to owe him big time. But if he did, well, Jongin hadn't thought of that part yet.
He quickly thanks the cashier and opens the small box. The presentation isn't that nice, but Jongin isn't here today for the designs but for the taste. Popping a piece in his mouth, he notices the guy behind the counter--the cashier, smiling at him, watching and waiting for his reaction. Jongin momentarily forgets to analyze the texture and flavor when he meets the guy's eyes peering at him.
"How does it taste?" He smiles, gums showing. Jongin is about to choke for real, but fortunately he remembers to swallow first. He can't properly answer, so he eats another piece, concentrating this time. And good lord, Kyungsoo is wrong. With wide eyes, Jongin asks the guy who owns the shop. He laughs at Jongin and points to himself. "Why? Don't you like them?"
"They taste great." Better than mine Jongin almost says, but doesn't. "I'm Kim Jongin." He offers his hand to the guy, to his new found life enemy.
"Kim Minseok," his grin grows wider, if that’s even possible.