Favorite Crime | Lee Taeyong x reader

game theory and grocery shopping

You pushed the cart, walking into the cereal aisle and scanning over the cereals.

Cereal picking was serious business, considering whatever you bought was what you loved off for approximately the next two weeks of your life. Honey Nut Cheerios was the responsible and healthy (sort of) option, a solid six point five, but you had eaten it everyday in middle school, and thus you decided to forgo it this time.

Taeyong walked right past you, until he spotted his one true love and took it off the shelves, placing it in the cart with a triumphant smile, "Frosted Flakes," he declared, "The only cereal ever."

"The hundreds of cereals right next to you seem to defy that point."

Ever since Johnny had introduced him to frosted flakes one fateful evening, it had turned into your best friend's favorite one. Really, they were just glorified cornflakes dusted with sugar.

You spotted your own favorite; Cinnamon Toast Crush, and placed it next to the Frosted flakes. Obviously, your choice was the superior one, because it had a taste other than corn sugar. It was the perfect blend of spicy and sweet.

"Try something else will you?" Taeyong implored, "What about Apple Jacks?"

"They're just orange Froot Loops," you said, crossing the option off, "I watched the entire twenty one minute food theory episode on it."

".....Which Segues into my next option! Froot Loops!"

You shake your head at him, to which he responds with a grin, placing the box of obnoxiously coloured cereal in the cart, "But it's good, you trust a man in his thirties on the internet over me?"

Taeyong pouted exaggeratedly, true to his overly dramatic nature. Placing a hand over where his heart would be, he gasped in mock offense when you nodded firmly with a shit eating grin and staggered backwards, sulking. You would never admit it, but his idiotic nature was amusing, he could never fail to make you smile.

"Matpat has used science to prove it," you said, stressing on the word 'science', but let the box stay in the cart. There was no way in hell you were going to let him bad mouth Matpat and his three channels.

There wasn't a reason for Taeyong to be with you at the moment, but you wrote it off as your best friend contract (an actual piece of paper the two of you made when you were ten. He had convinced you that it had to be eaten as soon as it was made, but stopped you just before you took a bite out of the paper). And because the idiot wanted his precious frosted flakes.

You rolled the cart out of the aisle and into one that held the other food that you lived on: Cup noodles. It was easy and fast and never failed you, even if it wasn't the healthiest option. It was better than burning your kitchen down. Not that that had ever happened, not yet at least.

Hey, at least you weren't as bad as Taeyong, he lived on instant noodles, and them only. He was the type of guy you'd see standing in the produce section, staring at his phone for a good five minutes, then he'd make a face and walk away with a cart full of ramen.

The two of you combined was absolute hell, and after one time attempting to cook together, you both agreed to never speak of it ever again, an unwritten rule in your long forgotten best friend contract.

Granted, you were twelve, but that didn't matter. It was a traumatic experience you would never be able to get over. Other best friends could be all cute and cook together, to hell with that, you valued your life and the money you had put into attending college too much to throw it all away by trying to make cookies.

You could just buy them instead, saving time and lives.

"Shin Ramyun," he muttered softly to himself, searching for it as you mindlessly placed your cup noodles into the cart. "Cuppa is easier, you know?" There was no way you could live two minutes without some sort of discourse with him, it seemed.

Taeyong argued, "But you get more in an instant noodle pack."

"Noodle? What is it all one big noodle Lady and the Tramp style?" you teased, shaking your head at him, "but with that you have to get a utensil out and then transfer it into a bowl and then wash two things, with cup noodles I have to do none of that."

"It's tastier."

"Tastier my ass," you muttered. With all you needed (cereal and noodles) in your cart, the two of you paid and walked out to Taeyongs car and kept the bags in the backseat while you took the shotgun. He turned the keys in ignition, turning to you, watching as your eyes were trained on some meme, turning up at the sides as you smiled briefly.

He ran his tongue over the inside of his teeth, not liking the way he had to fight a smile at the scene. You were too at ease at the moment, he just had to get you riled up.

"You get more soup with the instant noodles."

"Oh yeah? Well-"