Summary
Title: The Man Who Can't Taste
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, Kim Jiho found himself standing outside Lee Inwoo's apartment, the novelist's words echoing in his mind. "Use that tongue for me," Inwoo's request hung heavily in the air, stirring something deep within Jiho.
Despite his initial resistance to Inwoo's abrasive demeanor, Jiho couldn't shake the feeling of unease that consumed him. Was it because he harbored a secret he couldn't bring himself to reveal, even to his own conservative father? Or perhaps it was the inexplicable pull he felt towards Inwoo, a longing he couldn't quite understand.
As Jiho stepped into the dimly lit apartment, the scent of freshly baked bread and brewing coffee enveloped him. Inwoo stood in the kitchen, a slight furrow in his brow as he prepared a meal. Their eyes met, and Jiho felt a rush of emotions he couldn't quite name.
With each passing moment, the tension between them crackled like electricity, sparking something raw and unspoken. And as Jiho took a hesitant step forward, he knew that whatever lay ahead would change everything he thought he knew about himself and the man standing before him.
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