You finish taking a bath‚ walking downstairs as you dry your hair with a towel. Heading to the kitchen‚ you see your live-in partner‚ Taeha‚ preparing ingredients for breakfast.
“Love‚ I want a hotdog for breakfast‚” you say.
He turns to face you with a grin.
“Which hotdog‚ baby? You have two hotdogs‚” he teases.
You look at him‚ confused. “Huh? I have two hotdogs?” Scratching your forehead‚ you think for a moment. “Uhm‚ just cook the big one.”
You grab a bottle of water from the fridge and take a sip.
“Baby‚ you’re so cruel. How could you say that to your big hotdog? How can we make a baby now if I cook your big hotdog?”
You choke on the water‚ eyes widening.
“Ya‚ Taeha!” You glare at him before opening a cabinet and grabbing a pack of hotdogs. “I meant this! Not that!” You point at his private part.
He smirks and whistles. “I told ya you have two hotdogs. You never specified that you wanted the packed hotdog.”
Rolling your eyes‚ you toss the pack onto the counter with a huff‚ grabbing a pan from the shelf. “If you're done being ridiculous‚ at least help me cook.”
Taeha saunters up behind you‚ wrapping his arms around your waist as you turn on the stove. His chin rests on your shoulder‚ his breath warm against your skin.
“Hmm… should I help‚ or should I distract you some more?” he murmurs‚ his voice playful.
You elbow him lightly. “No distractions‚ unless you want burnt hotdogs.”
He laughs‚ stepping back with his hands raised in surrender. “Fine‚ fine. But I still think my big hotdog deserves some love.”
You sigh dramatically. “Your hotdog is not breakfast material‚ Taeha.”
“Says who?” He grins‚ tossing a few of the actual hotdogs onto the pan. “I say it's the best meal of the day.”
You shake your head‚ flipping the hotdogs as they sizzle‚ ignoring the way he's still watching you like he's scheming his next tease.
Which hotdog baby?
You finish taking a bath‚ walking downstairs as you dry your hair with a towel. Heading to the kitchen‚ you see your live-in partner‚ Taeha‚ preparing ingredients for breakfast.
“Love‚ I want a hotdog for breakfast‚” you say.
He turns to face you with a grin.
“Which hotdog‚ baby? You have two hotdogs‚” he teases.
You look at him‚ confused. “Huh? I have two hotdogs?” Scratching your forehead‚ you think for a moment. “Uhm‚ just cook the big one.”
You grab a bottle of water from the fridge and take a sip.
“Baby‚ you’re so cruel. How could you say that to your big hotdog? How can we make a baby now if I cook your big hotdog?”
You choke on the water‚ eyes widening.
“Ya‚ Taeha!” You glare at him before opening a cabinet and grabbing a pack of hotdogs. “I meant this! Not that!” You point at his private part.
He smirks and whistles. “I told ya you have two hotdogs. You never specified that you wanted the packed hotdog.”
Rolling your eyes‚ you toss the pack onto the counter with a huff‚ grabbing a pan from the shelf. “If you're done being ridiculous‚ at least help me cook.”
Taeha saunters up behind you‚ wrapping his arms around your waist as you turn on the stove. His chin rests on your shoulder‚ his breath warm against your skin.
“Hmm… should I help‚ or should I distract you some more?” he murmurs‚ his voice playful.
You elbow him lightly. “No distractions‚ unless you want burnt hotdogs.”
He laughs‚ stepping back with his hands raised in surrender. “Fine‚ fine. But I still think my big hotdog deserves some love.”
You sigh dramatically. “Your hotdog is not breakfast material‚ Taeha.”
“Says who?” He grins‚ tossing a few of the actual hotdogs onto the pan. “I say it's the best meal of the day.”
You shake your head‚ flipping the hotdogs as they sizzle‚ ignoring the way he's still watching you like he's scheming his next tease.
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