I’m adding the finishing touches to my beautiful fried rice (it’s more complicated than it sounds don’t judge me), when my very own cute boyfriend walks into the room.

Now. It seems IM can smell good food from a mile away because I swear to god he is supposed to be at practice right now.

“Heeyy~” I greet him suspiciously, “whatcha doing back so early?”

“Shownu let us go early! We NAILED the dance!” He replies easily, fluffing his already fluffy hair and exchanging his smelly t shirt for a big, floppy sleeved hoodie. He looks mighty cuddly right now, but daren't go near him in fear he will steal my food. I don’t care how famished he is from practice.

My food.

He still hasn’t noticed the dish in my hands and comes over to give me a hug.

“Ugh I’m so tired--” He stops, sniffs, “what is that smell…”

I run.

Well slight jog.

I don’t want to spill my rice.

“HEY WAIT IS THAT RICE?” He bounds after me and in the next second the dish is out of my hands and being clutched by my ever so thoughtful boyfriend.

Who starts eating it.

My food.

“Hey!” I shout, “give it back!”

“No,” He smirks, “come get it.”

I narrow my eyes.

And pounce.

Which fails.

And guess who falls on their butt?

Good ol’ me.

“YAH!” I scream, “BRING ME MY FOOD!” Changkyun just laughs and sits on the couch, scoffing my hard work. I jump over with my spoon and try grab some off the plate. I try every which way - climbing on him, surprise attack, tickling, crawling over him (yes I know that’s the same and climbing on him shush). Whatever I do he just pushes his arm out further and since he’s taller than me I have no chance of getting it. I sigh in exasperation and sit on the opposite end of the couch, my back to him.

“Aww come on,” Changkyun coaxes, “I’ll give you some if you say please?”

I silent treatment him.

Why should I have to say please for my food.

I just huff again and storm to the bedroom.

It takes five minutes but he finally comes in bearing gifts. A couple packets of crisps (chips for ya Americans), a few ramen cups (uncooked, what do I do with these?) and some of my favourite drink. Irn Bru.

How the heck did he find that? It’s no-where in Korea. My beautiful Scottish drink is right in front of me and I have to play angry (not play really but I can’t give in).

“Hey…” He says softly, “sorry for taking your rice… I was hungry and forgot how much you love rice?” Hm. Good enough apology for me to grab some irn bru and crisps. “I got this for you from a friend, it’s the right one, right?” I just take a gulp in answer. Wow. Nice. Must’ve been someone from the UK because this is proper Irn Bru and not the exported kind I’ve had elsewhere. But still. Not enough. I continue ignoring him. “Hnngngg, okay! I’ll go out get you food?” I don’t acknowledge but YAS.

I much on crisps and fizzy juice for 15 minutes before I hear the door going. I dash towards IM and tackle him to the ground, looking for the food.

“AWW!” He exclaims, sounding happy, “YOU MISSED ME! I PROMISE I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU AGAIN!”

“Oh my god you idiot where is the food?”  I bluntly ask.

“OH! Uhm here!” He presents me with some spicy rice cake and fried rice. Amazing.

“YAY!”

“ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? NOT ANGRY ANYMORE?”

“YES YES I LOVE YOU AGAIN.” I tell him, walking into the living area with my takeaway. I sit on the couch and turn the TV on, Changkyun settling in next to me. Aware of the takeout routine. I snuggle into him and start eating, my eyes on whatever the TV is playing.

My boyfriend starts stroking my hair and mumbling. I can’t quite work out what he’s saying.

“What?” I ask him.

“Oh nothing.”

I shrug and get back to eating. Alls well that ends well I guess?

“She’s weird. But she’s mine.”

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HEY, PLEASE READ THIS!! This is a sort of future excerpt I may or may not put into my Wattpad story A Part Of My Seoul (check it out pls) which I am updating soon. I say ‘may or may not because I don’t yet know if the story will play out this way I JUST WANTED TO WRITE THIS OKAY?