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♡ tteokbokki feasts + i love yous || takata mashiho

✩ TTEOKBOKKI FEASTS + I LOVE YOUS ✩

"No, you can't have tteokbokki, my love. I'm sorry."

Mashiho kindly scolded, taking away your phone before you could order any food. He stood near the couch, looking down at you with his hands resting on his waist.

"But I can eat tteokbokki! I want tteokbokki!" You pouted, huffing, since you knew you wouldn't get your way. "Tteokbokki is a soft food."

"No, it isn't." Your boyfriend shook his head, unable to believe the first argument you two were possibly gonna have was going to be about whether tteokbokki was a soft food. "It is chewy. There is a difference between chewy and soft."

"But the doctor said I could eat anything I want!"

"Yes, but he also said it all depends on how you chew your food. And we all know you don't chew your food ... you inhale it."

You frowned at the male, squinting your eyes as you attempted to glare at him. At this point, you didn't know whether you were thankful for taking Mashiho to the orthodontist with you. However, you were glad he accompanied you — because if it wasn't for him being so strict with you, you would've ruined your dental procedure before it even started.

"Well, if I can't eat all the good food, what can I eat?" You groaned, watching as Mashiho crouched to meet your eye level, giving you a small smile. "Why did I even get braces when I knew I was going to suffer this much?"

"Because the result is going to be worth it, and you and I both know it," the male assured, patting your knee. "Also, for dinner, you have the option of yoghurt, ice-cream or mashed potatoes; what's it gonna be?" He held back a chuckle at your face, seeing the childish excitement of getting to have ice-cream as a meal.

You struggled to contain your grin, covering your face. "Ice-cream, please," you said, watching your boyfriend as he walked over to the kitchen to prepare your meal.

"Here you go, my metal-mouth baby," Mashiho joked, handing you a bowl of ice-cream before sitting next to you. "Enjoy your dinner."

"You say that again and I'll cry." You nudged the male, shoving a spoonful of ice-cream into your mouth before you turned to look at Mashiho. "Why are you eating ice-cream before dinner? That's not fair."

The brown-haired male shrugged. "This is my dinner," he explained, turning towards you as he took another spoonful of ice-cream. "We are going through this together, baby. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I ate fried chicken while you can only eat soft foods?"

You stared at your boyfriend for a while, the spoon still in your mouth as you thought over his words. Maybe it was the heavy dose of painkillers you took to ease the pain, but you felt uncontrollably emotional, tearing up even though you tried to control your emotions.

"Wait, no — baby, no! Why are you crying?!"

"Because you are the best boyfriend ever."

***

"Mashi! Mashi! Y/N is dying! This is bad! I'm in tears, Y/N is in tears! Everything is a mess! We need to go to the hospital!"

Haruto whined, startling the male on the other line, as he could hear uncontrollable crying.

Having some work at the company — but not being able to leave you alone — Mashiho thought it would be alright to leave Haruto to take care of you for the time-being. However, things didn't turn out right because an hour later, the pains from your braces kicked in — which led to the much exaggerated reaction from Haruto.