The Arrangement (BTS MYG x ofc, complete!)

Late Night Snack

The leaf drops from her chopstick as she stares at him in disbelief.

"It's what?" She narrows her gaze, unsure if this could be true.  She looks around the room as though there is some clue she can identify to prove he's teasing her and it's not the middle of the night. He laughs a little at her confusion and he continues to eat.

"Sorry, I was working and sort of forgot you were here," he says without thinking about how that might sound to her.

He grabs another serving of Bulgogi. She takes in the sting of his words, and sets her chopsticks aside on the plate to sit quietly with this information, unsure how to take it. He forgot she was there? She repeats to herself. That would really piss her off if she was his girlfriend, and instinctively she wants to act like a real girlfriend, but she also knows he doesn't really want a girlfriend and he has already told her that he doesn't want the drama. So she chooses a different reaction, one separated from real feelings, and she acts as though it doesn't bother her. She acts as though it's fine. She smiles at him and then stifles a laugh, covering her mouth in a coquettish manner.

"So is this breakfast then?" she teases. He stops chewing and smiles up at her, feeling relieved he isn't going to get the scolding he imagined might follow his confession.

"A late night snack?" he suggests. She pours him another glass of Soju and returns to the food on her plate. She tells herself this is normal. There is nothing wrong with him getting so wrapped up in his work that he forgets to eat, forgets to come out of the room, or forgets that she's in the apartment. That's what he said he would do, but it would be nice to be a little more apart of that part of his life. If she was a real girlfriend, wouldn't she have some connection to that part of his life?

"Can I see your studio?" she asks cautiously, unsure if that's allowed. He stops chewing and looks up at her blankly. He would immediately say 'no' to nearly anyone outside of his inner circle, but, maybe she's part of his inner circle now. He considers as she stares at him, with a hopeful expression.

"Maybe tomorrow," he offers as a sort of half invitation. He smiles awkwardly and she notices his chin wrinkles up a little as he gives her this smile. She makes a quick mental note of it and nods, returning to her meal. "This food is amazing." He changes the subject. "Did you really make all of this yourself?"

"Of course. You had all of the ingredients on hand, it's not that difficult."  She dismisses his comment. She serves him another portion of the perfectly seasons beef and he smiles down at the food on his plate.

"You're what my mother would call a 'keeper." He bites into the food unaware of how she might take such a statement, and she chuffs at the idea as she prepares her next serving.

"Yeah, sadly no one feels that way but your Eomma." She puts the food into her mouth and he looks up at her, aware that in that instant, her bluff is down, and her self-deprecating, humble personality shows through. He may have only seen this part of her once before, when she was encased in his duvet last night, staring up at him, wondering what comes next. He watches her  finish her meal and she sits back in her chair at the table, holding her belly as though she's stuffed. He wipes his mouth with his napkin and moves to stand up.

"I'll clean up," he offers lifting a plate. She finishes wiping her mouth quickly, and shakes her head.

"No,no. I'll get this, you go wind down in the livingroom." She grabs a stack of bowls. "I saw a number of basketball games saved on your DVR, go watch something, it won't take me long," she says, returning to her doting girlfriend mode.

He smiles at her, understanding that she's back into her role of girlfriend, and he nods and follows her instruction, enjoying the idea of being taken care of. He watches her disappear into the kitchen to clean up and he chuckles privately at the idea that he's right; his Eomma would like her.