It was lunchtime.

The couple were eating their lunch, after weeks of Irene wanting to eat her girlfriend's apple strudel, the younger finally had the time to bake it (with Irene telling her that she'll make it up to her by taking her to their favourite Italian restaurant.) and now, Wendy noticed that Irene winced too much, and then tried to brush it off by chewing on the left side of . Wendy looked at Irene with worried eyes. Something was off. Irene wasn't eating properly anymore.

“Irene-unnie, is there something wrong with your teeth?”

She whipped her head around and looked at the younger with wide eyes.

“N-No, what makes you think that?” she stuttered, voice cracking.

Wendy quirked an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to say something.

Irene let out a silent, defeated sigh. She had been found out. Wendy walked over to her and flicked Irene's forehead. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“Ow…” Irene rubbed her forehead as Wendy stood in front of her. “I could have already made an appointment at the dentist’s for you.” Dentist. Irene got goosebumps just hearing that word.

“I-I’m fine! Really!”

Wendy crossed her arms over her chest and started tapping her foot.

“When was the last time you've been to the dentist?” she asked.

“Uuuh… A few months ago…? With Yeri...?” the older lied.

“Liar! We’ve been dating for almost four years now and in that time you have never ever had an appointment at the dentist’s!” Irene avoided her girlfriend's eyes and looked down, twiddling her thumbs. Wendy can be scary sometimes, altho