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In the dark world of virtual horror, Choi Beomgyu, a well-known Twitch streamer, has his own battle to fight. But it's not a world of pixels and codes that haunt his nights - it's the real shadows t...
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Oh man.
Yeonjun hadn't understood what I meant, but repeating my request would have been absolutely embarrassing. That's why I tiptoed after him, stretched my neck and tried - unfortunately less subtly - to watch him rummaging through my kitchen. "Why are you so into food?" I asked, getting stuck on the stool at the kitchen counter and deciding to just stay seated.
"My best friend is a chef," he said, rummaging in the drawer for my permission, where there were different types of pasta. "So he often tries out new recipes and invites me over for dinner. Somehow I discovered my love of food and wanted to share it." He turned to me with a smile and I quickly bowed my head. Even though he had said I could look at him, it was a reflex to look away.
"You mean Soobin?" I asked curiously, staring at my hands as I tapped a small indefinable tune with my fingers.
"Yes, exactly," Yeonjun took a packet of ramen out of the drawer and placed it on the table. Then he went to the fridge and took out the vegetables that my sister had brought me yesterday. Tomatoes, leeks and corn. "I'll say it now, I'm not a cook," he chuckled and looked for a wooden board to cut the vegetables.
While Yeonjun prepared the vegetables, I could feel the tension in the air. Our conversation seemed like a delicate dance in which we tried to approach each other carefully. The soft melody I had tapped with my fingers earlier seemed to set the beat for this awkward game of rapprochement. "No cook, eh?" I said, trying to lighten the mood, also to put myself at ease. After all, it would never have occurred to me that Choi Yeonjun would one day be standing in my kitchen cooking for me. Let alone that I would ever talk to him. "I'm curious to see whether you'll turn my kitchen into a battlefield or conjure up a culinary masterpiece. Do you cook the meals in your stream yourself or ... has she ... done it for you so far?"
Yeonjun looked at his fingers intently, chopping the vegetables impressively professionally and I couldn't imagine him making anything miserable. "Sometimes Soojin would put something homemade in the fridge for me to eat in the evening stream. Most of the time, though, I cooked something myself because she often wasn't home." He audibly tried not to let his voice tremble.
