You and Taecyeon walk through the downtown city of Philly hand and hand. You two attract many looks and stares, that you never really have gotten before, but doesn’t bother Taecyeon. He seems to like the attention.
“What do you want to eat?”
But before you could answer, you were interrupted by a group of rude gangster wannabe’s.
“Looks like Jackie Chan is stealing from us.”
You gave a puzzled look.
“How can a girl like that date a ching chong guy like him?”
You were pissed, angry, upset on the verge of beating the crap out of this guy and just as you were about to step forward, Taecyeon held you back.
“Don’t pay attention to them, they’re just jealous.”
“Jealous of what?” exclaimed the gangster wannabe
“Jealous of your mighty small eggroll?” he yelled laughing along with his group.
Here it goes again, the Asian penis jokes, you thought to yourself. Finally, you collected the courage to say something.
“Hey, dick, “Jackie Chan” isn’t stealing anyone’s anything, I’m not a piece of meat and I choose who I want to date and who I don’t want to date, which is none of your goddamn business. If I want kimchi, I’ll eat my kimchi.” You were amazed that you were able to sound so threatening considering the fact that you were only 5ft 2. Taecyeon grabbed your hand and began to walk away.
“and for your information, his “eggroll” is not enough close to small!” you yelled.
You and Taecyeon strolled away as the wannabe’s continue screaming derogatory terms towards you guys. Taecyeon fitted his hand in your right butt pocket and grinned to himself.
“So you think my “eggroll is not even close to small?” he said smirking
You unlocked hands with him and sped up.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up, Ok!”
The amount of embarrassment flowing through your veins was enough to make your want to roll over and die but Taecyeon sped in front of you and smiled walking backwards.
“Taec, don’t.”
“Okay okay, I’ll drop it..for now.”
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“Oppa, this is cute, right?”
You picked up two couple tank tops that said “Aye, he’s mine —-> and <—— Aye, she’s mine.”
“There’s no way in hell I’m wearing that.”
“Come onnnnn. We don’t even have one pair of couple shirts!”
“What does a 6ft, 170lb, built man look like wearing a couple shirt with a 5ft 2 midget?”
“You look.. hott?”
“Ehhh wrong answer. I’m not wearing it.”
You grabbed both tanks and walked up toward the counter.
“Can I have both of these, and another set in red?”
Taecyeon looked at you and wrinkled his nose.
You paid for the shirts and walked out of the store and then you hear a stomach growling.
“Oppa, you’re hungry eh? If you wear the tank top, I’ll make you kimchi chicken fried rice!”
“As much as that is a very tempting offer, I have a tuber ware of kimchi that my mom sent me and I know how to use the rice cooker. I’ll survive.”
You sighed and looked at him again.
“No tank top, no sex.”
You quickly walked around the corner and you could feel his face freeze.
