#pgw

Your boyfriend is playing a game on his fancy new phone while you catch up on the last few episodes of The Heavenly Idol. It's almost dinner time and as you both lie on the couch together in domestic bliss, you wait for the chicken to finish air-frying so you can eat.

Gunwook had been dropping hints the past couple of days that he was really craving something sweet, which was a pretty regular occurrence in your household. But while he was filming Boys Planet, he had been warned even more harshly about maintaining a healthy diet. He'd broken it several times in the last couple months and every time he'd complained about how guilty he felt.

You didn't care much for your boyfriend's oppressive diet, but you also hated watching him beat himself up for any reason. Still, he had been working so hard and he deserved a nice treat (and you'd honestly give him one every day if you could). So while he was out running errands earlier today, you whipped up a batch of your super special secret-recipe chocolate chip cookies that he almost always devours in one sitting.

Tonight, he'd only be allowed one though. Two at the most. And three if he asked especially nicely.

Honestly, you didn't know how you were going to say no to him. But it was for his own good! There would be no Gunwook-bashing in this household.

Just then, a ding-ding-ding sounds from the kitchen indicating the chicken is done. Gunwook sits up lazily from his place in your lap and slides his slippers on.

"I've got it," he says, whipping his hair from his eyes and making his way to the kitchen. Your attention returns to your drama as you wait for your boyfriend to plate the chicken and tell you its time to eat.

But a few minutes go by and there's not a peep from Gunwook. You think that maybe he's also very kindly preparing the table for you, so you give him another couple minutes.

As your concern grows, you turn off the TV and listen more carefully, soon realizing you can't hear any sound coming from the kitchen at all. Slightly panicked, you hop up and quickly rush to check on Gunwook, planning how you might disarm and take down a possible stealthy intruder.

But when you reach the kitchen, you're met with the scene of a far-more serious (and adorable) crime.

Standing at the counter, huge hand inside of the cat-shaped cookie jar is a completely dissociated Gunwook. You could stand there for hours watching the giant baby that inhabited your house part-time struggle over whether or not to commit such an act of thievery, but ultimately... he had to be stopped.

"Wookieeeee!" You whine, watching as his hand flies out of the jar, knocking it on its side.

His eyes are wide as he stares back at you like a deer in headlights, his lips formed in the cutest little pout. Your boyfriend might only have an appetite for sweets, but in this moment you swear you could just eat him right up.

"I-... I was... Just checking them," he stutters and then winces when he realizes how silly it sounds.

"Oh yeah? Checking them how?" You ask, amusement now seeping onto your face.

"To-... to see if they were... Um... There?"

"It's a clear jar, Wook," you point out, walking over to where he stands at the counter and setting the cookie jar back upright.

"Mm," he agrees with an embarrassed nod.

"Wookie..." Your voice now drips with faux shock as you pretend to scold him. "Were you going to eat a cookie!?"

His head shakes back and forth rapidly, eyes doe-like and perfect.

Your eyes narrow, as you stare back at him suspiciously. "So if I asked you right now if you want a cookie?"

"Please, please, please, please, please!" He exclaims so fast that it sounds like nonsense.

You can't help but laugh now as Gunwook bounces up and down in front of you excitedly.

"Not yet, Wookie. You need to eat a healthy, filling dinner before you eat dessert," you say, patting his stomach lightly. "You need all of the proper nutrients so you can grow!"

"I'm six-foot."

"And who says you can't reach seven? I'd hate to let you sabotage your potential."

Gunwook sighs. "You're trying to save me from being mad at myself, aren't you?" Fondness radiates from his eyes as he wraps his big arms around you and pulls you in close.

You nod against his chest. "Love you."

"Love you," he returns, pulling back slightly from the hug so he can see your face.

Puppy dog eyes smiling back at you, Gunwook asks especially nicely, "But can I please have a delicious cookie that my perfect angel that I appreciate and love so much made for me after dinner?"

You nod. "Of course you can, my love."