Tzuyu and Me (Tzuyu X Reader)

Chapter 8

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

"Ugh, already?" I yawned.

It was my alarm that went off every sixth hour of the morning. I had barely gotten three hours of sleep, so I was tempted to just hit snooze.

But I was also incredibly hungry.

I sat up and straightened my back, poppinghad at least twenty vertebrae, making me wake up and feel invigorated.

"Still have six languages to translate," I muttered. "Huh?"

Why was my duvet on my back?

Strange. I didn't remember ever putting it on before dozing off.

Must just be memory loss due to sleep deprivation.

About sleep, I had a really weird dream.

We were all eating at the dinner table, when suddenly Tzuyu tripped while trying to walk over to the fridge to get some more chocolate milk.

I remembered calling her name as I tried to help her up.

She's insane when it comes to that stupid drink.

I disregard my thoughts and get up to put on a new hoodie, since the one I was wearing reeked of instant coffee.

Opening my bedroom door into the living room, I gladly welcomed the dim morning light and coolness, smiling.

I slipped on the cotton flip flops that were sitting near the door and walked into the kitchen, opening up the bottom cabinet to find some instant ramen, when I heard some light footsteps coming into the living room.

"Oh, good morning, Tzuyu," I waved. "You're up early."

"Oh- I didn't know you were awake!" She chuckled. "Good morning! Yeah, I wake up the earliest here."

"That's cool," I smiled. "That means we'll be the only ones up alone early."

"Um, yes," she looked down, waving her hair.

What's up with her?

I decided to ignore her weird behavior, assuming that it must just be her morning self, like most people.

"Want some ramen?" I asked.

I almost saw her drool right then and there.

"Yes, please," she said with her eyes dilated, almost scaring me.

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"How's the ramen?" I asked Tzuyu.

"S-spicy!" she panted, fanning her mouth with her hand.

I quickly got to the fridge and got the milk carton, to which I poured it into a glass.

"Here," I handed the milk over.

"Why did you give me something this spicy!?" She demanded.

I checked the ramen pack that I had cooked, which read:

SAMYANG NOODLES! EXTRA HOT! 불닭볶음면

"Oh," I said blankly. "Well it isn't that spicy, honestly," I shrugged.

"Well it's spicy for me, you moron!" She whispered loudly. "Just you wait for me to get back at you!"

"Oh, I'm so scared, Mom," I mocked her, grinning smugly.

"Oh, you!"

Every time I was with her,

I was smiling.