this is kind of insane guys sorry also ignore any spelling mistakes idgaf anymore
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HAVING a picky eater for a boyfriend, was something Serena wouldn't wish on her worst enemy.
Despite having been together for three years, living together for two of them, she still can't figure out what he does and doesn't like.
"Hobi, darling, I made you a smoothie last week and you liked it." She sighed, fighting the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose.
Looking at Hoseok, who was sat on the kitchen counter in front of her, wearing plaid pajama pants and a massive black zip up, only three quarters of the way done up which gave her a view of pretty much everything underneath due to his hunched posture.
"But, I don't like it today."
There's a beat of the two of them just staring at each other, holding eye contact.
Serena turns around and begins to look through the cupboards, hoping something will magically appear and save her.
"Pancakes? I could even put fruit in them?"
"No."
Another sigh.
"Bacon and eggs? I can make the eggs funny shapes like I used to, if you wanted."
There's a second, Serena assumes he is thinking and she can't help the slight bit of hope she has left in him to actually pick something.
But, of course, that's short lived.
"No."
"Sausages?"
"Ew, no."
Giving up, she stands up, turning around to see her boyfriend has gotten down from the counter, now leaning against the counter on the opposite side of the room, next to her.
Standing up and in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck, she tries one final option.
"We could order in? From that fancy place a couple blocks away?"
"The one we went to when we first got together?" He puts his head in the crook of her neck, arms wrapped around her waist and pulling her close her, so that their bodies flush together.
"Yes, that one." Bringing a hand up, she twirls with the ends of his mullet-style black hair.
"No."
"Babe," Letting out another huff of air, she rubs his back, "Not to be mean, but what the fuck do you want?"
Feeling his hot breath on her neck, she faintly hears him mumbles something, followed by a wet kiss to her shoulder.
