Wooyoung begged and insisted on you joining him on his Instagram live where he promised his online fans a mukbang and session of him answering questions. You complied as long as you didn't have to appear on camera, as you preferred to eat without the eyes of many watching your every move.
Peering through his round spectacles at the phone facing him, Wooyoung's brows raised in curiosity as he read through the many comments rolling past the screen.
His messy locks framed his chiseled face, cheeks puffing slightly as he chewed on the kimbap he picked up from a nearby restaurant. Your hands appeared on screen as you reached down to grab at a piece from his side of the table, happily munching on the roasted vegetables and eyeing him with endearment as he squints at the screen of his phone.
"Are you planning on adopting any pets soon?" he reads after swallowing.
Clearing his throat, he swirled his spoon in the bowl of miso soup, eyes flickering up to glance behind his phone to meet your curious gaze with a flirtatious wiggle of his brows.
"Why would I? I already have Y/N?"
The piece of pickled radish nearly dipped down your throat wholly.
"Wooyoung!" you cried in disbelief, nearly dropping the kimbap in the shallow dish of soy sauce.
You sent a swift kick to his thigh from underneath the table, a loud cry leaving his lips as his hands immediately flew to wrap around your ankle, tugging up your sock covered foot to showcase it to the viewers.
"It's not nice to kick your boyfriend, Y/N." Wooyoung shot you a mischievous grin, brows wriggling teasingly.
You grumbled underneath your breath, and he cackled and reached over the tray of food to pinch your cheek whilst cooing obnoxiously loud.
"Don't be mad!"
Rolling your eyes, you pecked the inside of his wrist before you retracted his hand away from your face to sip on your warm soup.
Wooyoung leaned towards his phone with a large grin plastered onto his features "(Y/n), my cupcake. What did the soup bowl say to the other?"
"What?"
"You make miso happy."
"That was horrible, Woo." you mumbled, a failed attempt at hiding your face with a piece of seaweed.
"It made you smile." he shot back, an infectious grin taking over his features. Standing up, he stretched his arms out before walking over to the kitchen.
"I'll be back! What drink do you want, babe?"
"Just water, please." You paused mid-bite as the lights of the living room flickered twice.
You glanced outside to check the weather, brows quirking up in confusion at the sight of the clear night sky. The lights flickered rapidly just before Wooyoung walked back with soft, padded thuds.
"Is this one of your pranks?" you grumbled, eyeing him cautiously as he settled the cup in front of you.
He appeared taken aback, jaw slackening as he quickly defended himself, "What? The water? I swear I didn't put anything in it!"
"No, the lights-" As if on cue, the lights of the living room and hall flickered repeatedly,
"Oh-.. I guess that wasn't you. We should get them checked out later."
Well, that was quite odd.
"They were working perfectly fine all day, though." Wooyoung mused, his phone catching his attention suddenly.
