the midnight diner // svt

two // jajangmyun

ship: junhao ft. slight soonhoon

word count: 2308

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to say that it took a while for minghao to get used to korea was an understatement. it had taken him months - and even now, three years later, he still had pangs of doubt asking himself if he made the right decision coming to this foreign country.

not that he disliked korea or dancing (which was his current major that his parents seemed convinced he would never find a good career with, but they relented after his constant begging and threatening), it's just that he missed home. when he had first arrived, he would randomly have a quiet breakdown as he realized just how alone he was.

and of course, if you're going to miss home, you're going to miss the food.

jajangmyun. he hadn't known that the chinese dish was actually so popular in korea, but he was happy once he knew the fact. it made him feel a little closer to his home in china. although he himself had never really learned how to make the black bean noodles, he had eaten them pretty often as a child as they were more simple to make in comparison to some other foods his parents would cook up.

but if you wanted an honest opinion from him? he'd probably say - in a completely shameless, expert diss - that the jajangmyun in seoul was pretty bad. and in all honesty, all the places he had tried kind of ruined the dish for him. from then on, he had pretty much went on a no jajangmyun-policy, having just given up hope.

given up hope, that is, until soonyoung managed to somehow convince minghao to come with him to a small restaurant at 3 am.

minghao, miraculously, hadn't fallen asleep yet at that time. despite his insistence to finish the choreography project they had been tasked with, he usually fell asleep unwillingly by then, no matter how hard he wanted to stay awake. ('the body's natural response', as his friend wonwoo liked to quote).

anyways, he had been about to drift off at that ungodly hour after perfecting a particularly difficult part in his choreography when his phone buzzed with a notification - from soonyoung, no less; minghao suspected that he was probably working on some kind of physically enduring project of his own as he was studying kinesiology at the pledis campus.

[soon-hyung: do you have time right now]

[me: yes?
what for]

[soon-hyung: great!
i'm gonna take you out for some early-morning food bc im hungry and dont wanna leave the house alnone]

[me: um ok then
wha t time]

[soon-hyung: five minutes. already on my way~]

minghao figured that a nice meal would be beneficial considering his excessive lack of proper nutrition these past few days, so he wasted no time in getting ready - getting ready meaning throwing on a random sweater he'd found on the ground and stuffing his wallet in his pocket before heading out of his shared apartment (which wasn't any difficult process as minghao was aware of how heavy his friend sicheng slept) to wait for soonyoung's car to arrive.

as he had promised, soonyoung arrived pretty much exactly five minutes after he had sent the last message. no big surprise since soonyoung lived roughly three blocks away, in a notably more popular apartment block. "wassup?" soonyoung asked, flashing a smile that minghao couldn't help but reflect, even with his currently exhausted state.