You’d been having a perfectly wonderful dream when you
first heard him call you by your pet name. You’d been dreaming about
the time you and him had gone on holiday to Indonesia and you’d spent
a solid day on a near deserted beach, frolicking and lazing to your
hearts content. It was just as the two of you had found a baby turtle
coming out of the sand that his voice had intruded on the dream and
you’d woken up, frowning as you’d tried to mentally chase after the
retreating sun and sand until eventually you’d succumbed to answering
'Do you feel like ordering chicken?’
You turn over to look at him then, shooting him an
incredulous look when you see him laid wide awake looking at the
ceiling and simply staring at him as you wait for him to explain.
'I’m hungry.’ is all he says, shrugging and turning to smile at
you cutely, but your expression doesn’t change as you just stare at
him for a few more seconds before fully turning into his side with a
sigh and pulling his arm around your shoulder.
'No. I dont feel like ordering chicken- now go to
sleep.’ you murmur, dropping a kiss to his palm near your face,
before snuggling your cheek into his ribcage and proceeding to try to
fall asleep again. You’re just about to fall back into the black abyss when he speaks up again and you groan softly before he’d even
'Are you sure you dont want some noodles or something?’
'Bae, if you’re hungry go and make yourself something-
we have plenty of food.’ you grumble, not actually expecting him to
move and then groaning irritatedly when he’s suddenly sliding out of
the bed and letting coldness take the place of his body.
'Jagi, you cant moan at me when you tell me to do
something and I do it.’ he chuckles light-heartedly, making the bed
dip again as he leans over to drop a kiss to your head, and then
proceeding to tuck you in before shuffling out of the room. You’re
expecting him to make loads of noise since he never cooked
half-heartedly, but you’re thankful when its only the odd clink of a
saucepan on a surface, and you find yourself smiling when you hear
his gentle singing drift down the hallway, hearing him sing one of
your favourite songs and knowing it was because he was trying to help
you get back to sleep.
And you almost did…but this time, just as you were
about to be dragged into unconsciousness you feel your nose twitch,
and the smell of garlic chicken noodles slithers into your nostrils.
You could have ignored it and gone to sleep, but when
your stomach grumbles and you remember you hadn’t had an evening meal
since you’d got home so late from work, you for some reason find
yourself slipping out of bed, pulling one of his loose tank tops on
and slipping your feet into his stupid Simpsons slippers before
padding quietly down the hall after the enticing smell.
You feel slightly sheepish as you lean against the
kitchen entryway, biting your lip as you let your eyes rake over him
where he was stood in front of the cooker, before smiling at him when
he glances over his shoulder- obviously having sensed you.
'You cant moan at me! I tried not to wake you- I even
sang for you and-’
'Am I really that scary?’ you chuckle quietly, shuffling
over to him and wrapping your arms around him from behind, feeling a
little shiver run through you at the feeling of his warm, bare, toned
stomach beneath your hands, and smiling as you tilt your chin to just
about hook it over his shoulder.
'I haven’t come to moan at you.’
He doesn’t finish his sentence as he turns his head to
look at you on his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at you and shaking
his head when you flutter your eyelashes cutely at him, chuckling
at you all the same.
'I cant believe you’ve come to steal my noodles after
forcing me to get them myself.’
'I didn’t force you, I just suggested-
'I’m pretty sure you grumbled at me multiple times-’
'Okay, but the point is-’
'You’re lucky to have a boyfriend like me.’ he butts in
again, making you stop mid-sentence and this time its your turn to
narrow your eyes as you tilt your head to look at him, seeing him
smirking smugly to himself.
'Well yes, but why-’
'Cause I figured i’d make an extra portion so that you
could take it to work tomorrow…but since you want to eat it now-
Yah! Get off-’ he chuckles as you latch your lips to his neck,
kissing him thankfully as you squeeze him and smiling to yourself as
you do so.
'You’re the best.’ you murmur, grinning when he swivels
his body a little so that he could wrap his free arm that was
stirring the food around you, and you tilt your head up a little so
that you could kiss him, humming happily and lingering as you get lost in him a little, only breaking away when he mumbles a
quick 'oh shit,’ against your lips.
'Damnit, I almost burnt the noodles.’ he hisses, quickly
rescuing the food and taking it off of the hob as you try not to
laugh at him, smiling to yourself when you see the two food bowls
already set out on the counter- signalling that what he had said
before was true.
'Well, they might be a little crispy,’ he murmurs, as he
drops the empty saucepan into the sink after dishing up the food,
turning to you with a slightly sad smile and handing you a pair of
You pretend to be hesitant as you look at the food,
weighing it between your chopsticks as you look at it, and wrinkling your
nose slightly before putting it in your mouth, glancing at
Youngbae to see the genuinely worried look on his face as he waits
for your response.
'Oh man, you really did burn it didn’t you.’ you say
around your mouthful, pretending to grimace as you continue to chew,
struggling to hold back a smirk when you see his gaze drop to the
floor momentarily and his face fall as he believes what you’re
'Yah! We can just order chicken-’
'Ah! You Pabo! Why cant you take a joke, when you tease
everyone else so much?’ you chuckle as you swallow your mouthful,
seeing him look up at you with a questioning gaze before he narrows
'That was mean.’
'Yah! Dont be so grumpy and eat your noodles- they taste
amazing!’ you murmur, winking at him and proving your point by
shovelling more into your mouth, emphasizing how good they were with
loud hums and moans.
'You’re so over-dramatic, I love you.’ he mumbles
affectionately with a grin, as the two of you stand across from each
other and he watches you show him how much you love his food,
stretching across the countertop as you pretend to faint because they
were so good.
'And I love you when you make me noodles.’ you mutter
around a mouthful of food, trying not to giggle as he grimaces at you
talking with your mouthful, but seeing him shake his head
affectionately at you anyway as he proceeds to shovel his own bowlful
into his mouth.
'But I always tell you you should open your own
restaurant, but you never do!’ you insist as you waddle back down the
hall with him ten minutes later, after finishing your food and helping
him wash up. He had his arms around you from behind as you shuffled
to your room, reaching out to turn of the light switches before
laughing as he tried to lift you into the bed princess style.
'I’d never have the time to manage it though- not when
i’m always far too busy feeding you!’ he jokes, grinning at you as he
jumps over you to his side of the bed, and only seeing your frown
once he’d shuffled under the covers and turned back to pull you into
'Yah! What’s that look for?’ he says, raising his
eyebrows as he looks at you, but continuing to pull you into him so
that the two of you could lie down.
'You make it sound like im a pig.’ you explain, pouting
slightly, but not noticing you’re doing it until he quickly leans in
to kiss you.
'You are a pig….but you’re my pig.’ he murmurs, and
even though you’re a little put out that he called you a pig, you
cant help but smile shyly as he begins to nuzzle your neck, ending up
laughing when he begins to grunt as he snuffles into your neck.
'Yah! Go to bed, you pabo!’ you giggle, hitting his
chest lightly and grinning at him as he lifts his head from your neck
to smile at you.
'Whatever you say, my little piggy.’ he murmurs,
dropping one last kiss to your lips before you snuggle into his side
and the two of you finally go back to sleep.
*A/N: Okay, but i couldn’t NOT post something for Youngbae’s birthday*