Two

As soon as he left the bathroom, his nose was greeted with the aroma of home cooking. He smiled as he made his way towards the kitchen. She was standing by the counter, cutting some vegetables. He was touched at the sight, as they both knew she was a horrible cook. He did most of the cooking, yet she still tried hard to cook for him. Her smile never leaves her face when he has her food, giving her a wide grin and saying it’s delicious. It was really delicious sometimes, yet most of the time he had troubles swallowing, and other times she’d burn it so badly he couldn’t get a clue what it was supposed to be.

For her smile he didn’t mind eating burned food.

He made his way closer to her, catching sight of the omelette in the frying pan. He grinned as caught her in a back hug. She froze and then relaxed in his warmth, the knife and vegetables forgotten.

“Yah if you stop cutting I’m going to kiss you” he told her. She blushed and tried to grab hold of the knife again, but she was too distracted by his arms sneaking around her waist to pull her closer. “Too late Suzy” he chuckled, his grin spreading wider as his lips went towards her neck

“Op...Oppa I really want to finish this”

“Hmm I really want you to finish that as well” he stated, pretending to ponder. ”Ahh what to do? I guess your food wins as always” he sighed in dramatic agony. She giggled at