➡ the start

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"Ailin-ah! Can you be a darling and go to the market and buy me two more cartons of eggs? I have more orders to make," Mrs Song cooed from the kitchen.

Ailin groaned as she rolled over in her bed, only wearing a tank top and sweatpants.

"I'm tired Ma," she whined.

"Oh don't be such a spoiled sport, go outside! You can buy yourself some ramyeon~"

After a thought, Ailin agreed upon the mention of her favorite food. Somehow she could eat it everyday, but still  maintain a good body.

She trudged over to change into capris and a tee, grabbing a hoodie. She tied her hair into a messy ponytail and walked out the door.

"Where is it....there," she said, walking around the shop and her eyes finally fell onto the red noodle cup.

"Hey! I want that!" she yelled as her precious ramyeon was then in the hands of a boy probably around her age.

"So? I took it first,"  he scoffed, bearing a cocky grin on his face. He looked a little Chinese.

"But I saw  it first."

"But I took  it first,"

The two continued to bicker and sadly, Mr Cocky Chinese over here won.

"Whatever, take it." Ailin grumbled.

She left  feeling bitter and most of all, hungry.

"Ailin, why so down?"

"Some dork took the last ramyeon pack," Ailin continued to sulk.

It was childish, but she loved Kimchi Ramyeon with a passion.

Just like how she loved any other food.

Just then Music Bank came on and Ailin nearly fell off her sofa upon seeing a familiar face on stage.

"That's.... that's...."

"What is it, darling?"

"That's the dude who took my Ramyeon!"

xxxx

Dedicated to -honeywoo unnie who made the cover for this :) i cant seem to dedicate tho bahahaha im on a phone
i have regained my sanity after losing it to minghao, so this story is permanent :D

xoxo s-cxxps

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