Tastebuds (Specifically Yours)

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Mingyu preferred sweets. Like, really preferred sweets. He basically lived off of pastries and frozen treats, even though you couldn't tell from his physique- he wanted to keep it that way, too. He would describe himself as a conessuier of sorts; specifically of ice cream and cookies. God, he loved cookies. He thanked all the gods he could think of everyday for giving him the skill of baking. Every weekday morning, he was woken up by the soft melody of his alarm, and the taste of sugar on his tongue. His soulmate had come to know his tastes very well. For as long as he could remember, the sweetness had hardly ever left his lips. When he was younger, -and still today- his soulmate would make him try something salty or savory, two tastes Mingyu was rather unfamiliar with. As a way of communicating whether he liked it or not, Mingyu would take a sip of apple juice (his favorite), water (eh, could be better), or milk (dear lord, make it stop). Over the years, Mingyu had also learned the eating habits of his soulmate: he leaned towards meat and carbs. Mingyu didn't mind all of the bread and pasta, (this person has to be lethargic all the time) but the meat became a bit much at times. Mingyu didn't eat meat very often, but he did eat it. It was something his mother tormented him about for years, ("Son, if you don't eat, you'll end up a twig like your grandfather!") so he had grown accustomed to eating meat once or twice a week out of habit. His soulmate, however, was some sort of primal beast, because he ate meat nearly every day. If Mingyu ever met this person, he would be half tempted to call him a carnivore. He assumed his soulmate was a male just because of his diet. Either a man, or a woman much bigger than him. That thought didn't scare him as much as you would think. He was used to his mother and her super-human strength and looks that could kill. Honestly, he didn't care if his soulmate was a man or a woman, he just wanted more clues to find them. For now, though, he was content to wake up to the taste of syrup, and make pasta on Sundays to return the favor.

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It was a Tuesday when Mingyu woke up to a strange taste in his mouth. It wasn't the slip of morning breath that he sometimes experienced when his soulmate thought of him before breakfast. No, this was much worse. "Bathwater?" Mingyu mumbled to himself, taking a drink of water. "No, bathwater wouldn't taste this dirty." He took a few more drinks to rid himself of the taste, but it just would not go away. With a shake of his head, Mingyu threw his blankets aside, and went to get the one thing he knew was guaranteed to make his soulmate stop eating this god-awful thing: popsicles. His soulmate was one of those people with hyper-sensitive teeth, and they made it very clear by literally chugging milk anytime Mingyu ate anything too cold. As soon as Mingyu popped the flavored ice into his mouth, the dirty taste was gone, replaced by a swig of apple juice. Mingyu cooed around the popsicle, and thought, "Awh, he's apologizing." That thought was quickly replaced by negative ones when his soulmate took a huge drink of milk.