“Do you want to go have some ramyun with me?”

The raven-tress choked while drinking his water, some water droplets apparent flying out of his lips. The brunette frowned. “What the ?” Seungcheol half-yelled as soon as he managed to regain his breathing ability, staring at the brunette as if he grew a second head.

“Uh,” he contemplated, did he say something weird, but he repeated anyway, “do you want to come eat ramyun?”