Sungjong's POV:

I turned the door knob and got in and I was welcomed by a hug from Howonie. "SUNGJONGIEEEE~!!" he called my name in happiness and picked me up as he swing me around. He let me down but still has his arms around my waist."I miss you." he pouted. I s my hand around his neck and smiled. "I miss you too." I said. In return, he rub the tip of his nose against mine and slowly, he gave me a kiss on my lips.

I smiled to the kiss and parted. "I bet you're hungry. Let me make you some dinner." I said as I walked away from his arms. Howonie pulled me back and back hugged me as he whispered. "Oh, you're not going anywhere. I already have my dinner over here." he then let out a laugh. I turn to him and smacked his arms. "I'm just joking." he chuckled out.

As I turn and was about to head to the kitchen, Howonie stopped me again by pulling me into another back hug. "What now?" I chuckled. He gave me a peck on the cheeks and said, "You've already worn yourself out. Let me cook." he said softly to my ears. I could sense a smile appearing on his lips. He retreated his arms and walk pass me heading to the kitchen.

"I'll just wait for you out here, arasseo?" I said. He replied with a 'ne' and I pulled out a chair and set there looking around the house and wait for him to cook. A few minutes have past and I didn't even hear sizzling sound of cooking. I wonder what takes him so long.

"Uh...Sungjongie?" Howon called out. "Hm?" I replied. "How do you turn this thing on?" he asked. Tsk tsk tsk... cute Howonie trying to be a hero. I got up from my chair and walk towards him, checking out what he doesn't know how to turn on.

A rice cooker. He held a bucket of rice on one hand while pressing random button on the rice cooker with the other hand. I leaned over the table and switched the power on and looked at him. "That's how you do it." I said. He formed an 'O' shaped mouth and nodded. He open the cooker's lid and was about to put the bucket of rice in until I stopped him.

"Yah! Are you cooking rice or porridge?" I said as I snatched the bucket away. I pushed him aside and poured some of the water to the sink as I told him, "You should at least put this much of water or it will turn out to be a porridge instead of rice. Arasseo??" he pouted and nodded. It seems like he really want to help.

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