39 && 61 lol loving these stories so far!
“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”
There were moments when you saved food only to go back and see Woo eating it. Half of the time it was stuff he didn’t like, but since he’d be coming in from the gym, he’d eat whatever he didn’t have to cook. This time, it was a plate of food your mother had brought to you. All of your favorites were on the plate; greens, macaroni and cheese, aunt Tasha’s potato salad. It was an all-star line-up of good food. An A+ selection of food just waiting for you to come home.
Only to see that your beloved boyfriend was eating it.
You stared at him as he passed you the plate of half eaten food. It wasn’t going to even taste the same at this point. There was nothing like the first bite of food after a long stressful day. There was nothing like clogging your arteries while you unclogged from the day.
“Oh,’ he said around a mouth full of food.
“Oh?” You repeated. “All you have to say is oh?”
“Bae….”
“You know what I’m going to say when you want to fuck in the middle of the night like a needy teenage boy? You know what I am going to say when you want me to suck you off during Netflix? Do you KNOW what I am going to say when you want to play in in the bathroom at your brother’s house? Do you know what I am going to say? Hmm?”
“Oh?” He said, thinking it was the right answer.
“Hell no!” You flung your arms around. “I’m going to stay square up! We’re going to fight.”
“Why do you keep trying to fight me?”
He shook his head and walked around you, patting your butt along the way.
“Cause you always doing something which lets me know you want to catch these hands! On the regular. That’s why!”
“Speaking of my brother, we are going on a trip with them. To the woods. Family camping.”
You cocked your head to the side. “First you eat my food, then you tell me we are going camping. You know I don’t like the outside. I want to be in the bed.”
“It’s only two nights, we’ll just share the bed.”
“What bed Woo? What bed are you going to fit into a tent Youngwoo.”
He ran a hand down his chest. “Me.”
“Where in the hell did I find you?”
