“______~” L.Joe whined and hugged you as soon as you came back.

“Grow up.” Chihoon muttered from behind.

L.Joe looked up and glared at him. “What’s that got to do with you?”

Chihoon gave him a poker face before going into the kitchen to put the groceries. “You wouldn’t want to know.” He breathed softly.

“Is there anything missing?” the chef asked.

“No.”

“Good. And you are Chihoon right?”

“Yes.”

“Ah.. Tell ______ that I’ll cook something special for her when she wants to. And that includes you too.”

“I’ll tell her that.”

Chihoon was about to exit the kitchen when the chef said something abruptly.

“And let me give you an advice.” He said, making Chihoon face him. “Keep your temper to yourself. You don’t want your emotions to get the best of you in front of her right?”

“Mind your own business.” Chihoon snapped at the middle-aged man.

“If there is anything that has to do with our ______, then it’s my business too. You didn’t think that I’m just a plain old man right?” The chef smirked and folded his arms with a 180 degrees change in his face. He glared at him with a serious tone in his voice. “An eye for an eye, a spy for a spy.”

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“Why am I getting all jealous because of some guy being with you?” L.Joe asked you as you put your head on his lap.

You played with his fingers and shrugged. “I don’t know. But isn’t it good that you’re jealous? That means you love me.” You chuckled.

“Good. Good enough