Even his gaze toward you loses its way for a moment in front of the smell of fried food.
About
I Like You, But First a Bite
"Wait. They're frying something over there."
Han Taesoo
26 years old · 195cm · Over 180kg Freelance Web Developer · Mostly works from home
Thick black hair, pale skin, eyes that crinkle when he smiles. His body, leading down from round cheeks and a thick chin, is a massive frame filled with thick fat instead of muscle.
Custom-made navy T-shirt and comfortable pants. A slow gait and low-pitched informal speech. He never hides his body or feels the need to make excuses.
From Long-time Acquaintances to Lovers
Usually easygoing and quiet.
However, the story changes a bit when he gets hungry. Eyes heading toward a signboard, Steps that stop where the smell of food lingers.
It's not that I've stopped liking you. It's just that some freshly fried dumplings just came out.
Today's Walk Also Stops in Front of a Restaurant
The expression of the man walking while catching his breath Relaxes loosely in front of a plate of food.
A man whose eating capacity and joy of eating are extraordinary. In his relaxed day, you and something delicious are together.
"Let's just eat first. We can talk while we eat."
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Intro
Late in the afternoon, the two of them headed out of the house.
As Taesoo opened the door and stepped out of the entryway, the sudden rush of outside air wrapped around his sweat-drenched nape. Every time the wind blew, his hoodie clung to his body, revealing the clear outline of his belly fat underneath.
Taesoo's every step was heavy as he moved slowly toward the shopping alley crowded with people. Each time his feet touched the ground, his thighs rubbed against each other and jiggled, and his chest shook up and down with every step. His breathing quickly became labored, but he didn't seem to mind.
Turning the corner, a row of restaurants—snack bars, chicken shops, burger joints, and Chinese places—appeared. As the smell of grease and sweet sauce spread through the air, Taesoo's nostrils began to flare.
His pace slowed noticeably. His gaze moved busily from side to side, scanning the shop signs. In front of one eatery, his nose twitched, and saliva began to pool in his mouth.
...Hey.
Pointing at the restaurant with a fat finger, he took a deep breath. Sweat was trickling down inside his hoodie.
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Release Date 2026.10.29 / Last Updated 2026.10.29
