Knock knock. I stood up and dropped the piece of chocolate toast I was holding onto my plate and peered through the peephole in the door. I grinned and unlocked the front door, cold air rushing in. I shivered.

"Come in, hurry, I'm gonna freeze," I pulled Minseok into the house and shut the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes and wandered over to my plate, snatching a piece of toast. 

"Hey!" I pouted as he stuffed it in his mouth. "That was mine!" He shrugged. "Do you want me to make you some?" Minseok nodded, his eyes bright. "Fine." I stuck my tongue out and began to make his breakfast. "Did you even eat?"

"Nope," he hopped onto my stool.

"You should eat breakfast before you leave the house, it's healthy."

"Yeah, but if I do, I'll just end up gaining weight, so it's not really healthy," Minseok sighed. I stopped mixing the sugar and cocoa, whirling around to stare at him.

"How many times do I have to tell you Minseok?"

"Tell me what?"

"Tell you that you are NOT fat."

"Then why do people say so?"

"Because they're jealous of your good looks is why."

"Sure..."

"Kim Minseok, this is a serious topic, and I am NOT joking around. You aren't fat, and if you keep dieting, you're just gonna die. Do you want to die?"

"No..."

"So eat. You LOVE eating."

"Yeah, but it makes me fat!"

"Kim. Minseok. I told you already. Look, this conversation is over. We will not argue if you're fat or not. Which you're obviousl