His Paws On My Palms [DoShin]

CHAPTER 24: TRUST IN SHARDS

"Fine, what do you want?" Dohoon asked, looking at Shinyu seriously.

"You," he replied.

He froze in his seat, feeling flustered by what he'd said after asking in shock.

"I mean, YOU... can pick whatever there is," Shinyu tried to clarify, but he was obviously aware of the motive behind it.

"You could've finished your sentence," Dohoon scolded him, annoyed that he'd almost given him a heart attack.

If it weren't for his guilt, Dohoon wouldn't even have stayed for so long, but sometimes things change; it's just a matter of time.

"Do you like this?" Dohoon asked him. The way he was talking to him was like a balm to Shinyu's heart, healing the rift in their relationship. It became one of the happiest and most satisfying moments Shinyu could remember.

"I do!" Shinyu answered happily, staring at Dohoon, who couldn't quite read his expressions.

Meanwhile, Hanjin watched as Dohoon put some food on Shinyu's plate. His lips parted in surprise; he was flabbergasted by the scene in front of him. He couldn't even chew the food in his mouth; he just sat there, frozen in the moment.

"Hanjin, you're drooling," Jay teased, which made Hanjin feel even more uncomfortable. "And you believe that?" Jay added.

Hanjin rolled his eyes and punched Jay, who complained in pain.

"Ouch! I'm sick. I think my arm is broken. Can you ask me what I want?" Jay, with his playful nature, tried to disrupt the moment between Shinyu and Dohoon, who then glared at him unbelievably.

"Chill, guys. You're so serious!" He finally gave up and continued eating his food.

"You're right. This tastes really good," Shinyu commented on the food Dohoon had given him.

"That's his favorite food, if you ask," Jay said without looking at them, referring to the bean sprout soup. Jay just wanted to support whatever was happening between his friends.

Shinyu gripped his spoon tightly, feeling a pang of jealousy. How could Dohoon tell Jay about his preferences but not him? He couldn't even bring himself to ask.

Shinyu put down his spoon and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. He was sulking over something so trivial, but at the same time, it made him sad that he still couldn't talk to Dohoon comfortably. Unlike Hanjin and Jay, there was clearly a difference in how Dohoon treated him.

"Seriously, Shinyu? Acting childish again?" Hanjin said, exasperated. Of course, his best friend knew him well.

"Shut up!" Shinyu snapped back.

"What the heck?"

"I'm done eating!"

"Oh, come on!"

Dohoon, observing the situation, realized that among the guys he was with, there was one who always seemed like an outsider. And it was the sulky guy sitting next to him.

Now, he began to feel that strange sensation again, that unfamiliar feeling he got whenever he thought of Shinyu. It was far from hatred. But one thing was certain; he had just uncovered one of the mysteries about Shinyu.

"I hate people who waste their food," Dohoon stated, seemingly focused on his food but secretly watching to see what would happen next.

Then, Jay and Hanjin stopped mid-bite, their mouths hanging open in shock as they witnessed Shinyu obediently eating his food.