“I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time already, Hae…”

Donghae turned around with a sweet smile, half a taco still stuck in his mouth. I grimaced at the sight. He chewed earnestly on the rest of his food before swallowing and I had to fight the urge to wipe away the meat sauce dribbling down his mouth.

“Yes, Hyuk?” he asked, batting his eyelashes.

“What are all these white patches on your shirt?” I asked, pointing to several places with a white powdery substance clinging to his shirt, especially the back. “Did you accidentally pour body powder all over yourself?”

Donghae turned round and round trying to see the back of his shirt while I bit my lower lip in amusement. He reminded me of a little puppy. After watching him twirl around for probably the third time I stopped him and lifted the back of his shirt to his view.

“Oh those? That’s soap powder,” he said, vigorously hitting the material to get rid of the patches.

“You sprinkled detergent powder over yourself? I didn’t know you stink that bad,” I joked, helping him brush off the powder.

“Yah,” he pouted, and I just wanted to melt at the sight. “I didn’t know how to use the washing machine okay…”

I frowned. “How hard could it be? You just follow the instructions printed on the wall. Pour in detergent, pile your clothes in, close the lid and press the ‘start’ button.” I felt like I was instructing a child – the way Donghae kept looking at me told me