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seminar

It was finally the day for the youth seminar and we were more than excited. Ethan returned to pick me up one hour earlier.

"I'm starting to think that you're more excited than I am." I smiled.

"Of course I am! Can you imagine what we'll miss if we don't attend this seminar?"

I laughed. "I know right?"

"What makes me so excited is the fact that I'm going with you."

"Really?"

He sat beside me on the bed while I was trying to put on some lip gloss. When he looked at me, I stopped.

"Yeah. Really. I feel like a married man."

His phone rang. When he looked at the caller ID, his expression became cold.

"Ethan? Is everything okay? Who's that?"

"My dad."

"Aren't you going to pick?"

"I'm not very sure." He rejected the call.

I sighed. "Maybe he wants to make things right."

"Maybe. But now's not the right time."

I shrugged. "Okay."

"You know, I don't want anything or anyone spoiling my mood today. I want to spend it with you," he took my hand in his.

I gave him a warm smile. "I appreciate."

"Come on, let's go. We'll be late."

After I grabbed my bag, we drove off.

During the seminar, Ethan was as focused as I was. He took all his notes and made sure to ask questions when he was confused. He made everything fun when he had to speak up and made sure he wasn't also very contradictive.

"So, was it worth it?"

He scoffed. "I wish I attended these 100 times a year. It was great."

I smiled but said nothing else.

"What's for dinner?" He wiggled his brows.

"I'm not very sure yet. But I can make whatever you'd like to eat."

"That sounds good."

I hit his arm. "Ow."

"Such a punk."

"I'd like to eat ramen."

I laughed.

"I know what you're about to say, but we're in LA. Not Korea."

"There's no difference."

"Oh yes, there is."

"Okay. If that's what you want."

The only time I made ramen was when my dad asked me to. Of course, it was for my mum. She couldn't make it because she was busy and couldn't even spare time to make us dinner.

I made the ramen while he was downstairs. When I was almost done, I turned to prepare sushi. I understood that he wanted to eat Japanese food, so I decided to cook him variety.

After about 55 minutes, I'd made matcha sundae, takoyaki, wagyu, yakitori, curry rice, and gyoza. When I was done, I spun around to take drinks from the cooler and spotted him leaning on the door frame, his hands in his pockets.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Dunno."

I opened the cooler and stared.

"I was going to head out to practice and I was here to inform you, but I got the scent of sushi and my mouth watered. So I decided to stay."

I smiled after glancing at him. "You saw me burn my hand?"

"Yes, I did. I'll not comfort you for that because we were supposed to do the grilling together."

"Can I not make you happy?"

"You already are."

When I set up the table, we prayed and ate. The food was so much that he got confused.

The first thing he touched was ramen.

Then, he ate sushis. Then, yakitori.

"You're such a good cook." He rubbed his tummy.

"You were hungry."

"I was. But I'm not lying."

I was wearing a pair of shorts and one of his shirts. The shirt covered the shorts and it seemed like there was nothing underneath. When we finished washing the dishes and storing up the leftovers, we stumbled on the bed.

"Please, sing for me," I demanded.

He sat up. "I'm not a very good singer, princess." He lifted me from my position until I was on his lap.

"But I'll try."

He leaned in to kiss my cheek.

"Did you eat ramen?"

"Yes. Just a little."

"Good."

He leaned in again to kiss my cheek. This time around, he sucked my jaw.

"Ethan? Jesus!."

I tried to escape from his arms but they were too strong around me.

"Just another bite. You taste like ramen."

When I bit my jaw, I winced.

"Ethan!" I slapped his back in defense.

He didn't budge. He now licked the part that he knew would make me scream. Just below my ear. I pushed myself from him and escaped to the other side of the bed.

"You should've gone outside. Because so long as you're in this room, I'll get you. This time around, it'll be eyes."

I squinted my eyes. "I'll never cook you ramen again."

"I didn't want to tell you, but yeah. You should never. Not when we're alone."

"Ugh. Ethan."

I was now panting heavily from the little escape I made out of his arms.

He sat on the spot, his eyes traveling up and down my figure. When they landed on my laps, they stayed there longer.

"You know I can pull your leg and get you on top of me, right?"

I swallowed. He chuckled.

"Wear something nice," he stood. "Let's go to Tony's."