The weekends are a college student's wet dream. The idea where you could just do absolutely anything for the entire day without worrying about your crumbling professors and your lunch food is just chef's kiss. You can stay at home and not take a shower for two days straight, or you can just binge watch some random Netflix show without leaving your bed.
It's heaven.
Not this time though. Because why on the earth did Jeongguk's roommate banged his door using a frying pan at 8 fucking A.M in the morning? Oh yeah, he almost forgot. She had a dinner date with that adult baby he met days ago tomorrow evening. In less than 60 hours and she's already panicking.
What a fucking loser.
He stands in the middle of the living room with his arms crossed, eyes barely opened as Lalisa vacuums the couch like some neat freak. Maybe if he tried hard enough he could fall asleep in this posi--
"JEONGGUK!"
His eyes snap open in panic. "What? What is it?" He asks, looking around. Lalisa seems to be fuming though, looking like a strawberry while she has her fists propped on her hips. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"I asked you to help me you garbage truck. I've got a date tomorrow, remember?" She almost throws the vacuum at him. "We need this place to look clean."
"This looks clean already, what else could you do?" He argues, already walking back to his room when she grabs his ear. "Ow! Lisa, let me go!"
She groans loudly. "Just help me, okay? We just have to vacuum stuff and put some air freshener and we're done. That's it."
"Are you sure?" He eyes her warily as he soothes his reddening ear with one hand. "Nothing more?"
"Well," she suddenly looks at her feet, Jeongguk finds himself silently cooing at the shyness, "I'm also going to cook something, I'll have you taste it when I'm done."
There's just something odd if you put the words Lalisa and cooking together, but Jeongguk doesn't argue. She's always been thoughtful. "Alright, don't burn the kitchen though. We don't have cash."
This time, she throws the vacuum at him. With his fast reflexes, he catches it on time while chuckling to himself. "You're an idiot."
"Just help me, Gguk," she mutters.
Yeah, and maybe he agreed because he feels bad for her, not because he likes seeing her squirm.
* * *
If you look at their apartment from afar, you'd think it was a star.
No, literally, because Lalisa didn't just vacuum the place, she also scrubbed the walls to the point where every surface just shines. It's unnecessary, Jeongguk thinks as he places their materials at the small storage area by the front door.
Jimin isn't even that good looking! Why did she turn this place upside down when--
"Gguk!" Lalisa shouts from the kitchen. "Dinner is ready."
His stomach drops at the thought. Dragging his feet to the counter, he tries to imagine what... concoction did Lisa "cook" this time. He remembers back in high school when she attempted to make stir fried pork only to forget that she left the heat on high and they had to eat burnt pork for the rest of the day. The mere thought sends shivers down his spine.
She notices this, of course. "You okay?" asks Lisa while placing their bowls in front of him.
"Ah, yeah," he fakes a smile. "What did you cook?"
"Kimchi stew!" She smiles brightly, and Jeongguk can't help but smile back. "I tried really hard, you know. Tell me what you think."
Well, if he's to be honest, it's visually appealing. The soup is beautifully red, the meat looking just right and the tofu cubes on top completes the entire thing.
"Pretty," he simply says. Lisa squeals like a five year old at this, to which he beams. "Don't get too excited now, I make the best kimchi stew, you know. Now the taste."
Silently, he prays that he won't get food poisoning later. He still has to finish an essay or two, God forbid what would happen if he doesn't.
Jeongguk lifts the spoon to his mouth and drinks the soup. Okay, normal, cool. At first, nothing happens, so he supposes it's fine. It's actually good.
It isn't until later that he feels like his mouth is burning, his tongue aflame. What the fuck, he thinks while he takes a sip of water. He has the sudden urge to run to the bathroom to get rid of this extremely spicy thing on his tongue but Lisa was looking at him expectantly that he doesn't want to break her heart.
"Um," he gulps, wiping his forehead, "it's good! Actually very good."
She brightens. "Really?"
"Yeah, uh," another drop of sweat falls from his temple, "it's just that, um, I think there's too much pepper in here, so I'm thinking, you know."
"What?"
"I can just cook for you tomorrow," he says without thinking. Wait, what have I done? "If you want."
"You'll do that?" Lalisa seems surprised. "For me?" She had the audacity to be shy as if he hasn't seen her do more embarrassing things whenever they got drunk.
(Like when she cried her ass out after having two sips of soju that she crawled back home. Yeah, he was a witness to that.)
Jeongguk snorts. "Of course, Lali. Do I seem like a bad husband to you?" But only for you, I think I might poison Adult Baby's food though.
"Oh my gosh, thank you, Gguk! For once, you're actually not an asshole," she shrieks loudly into his ear that he jerks away. "Love you!"
Jeongguk pretends to not hear the words. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Shut up. Now go rest, I'll wash the dishes now. You look ugly, might as well have your beauty sleep."
"Will do, idiot!" She laughs, heading to the bathroom. "Thank you!"
"Anything for you."
