Summary: love is a choice, a decision you make every day of your life. boo youmi knows that better than most.
warnings: crack treated seriously. maybe some angst?
mingyu
She's pretty. It's her eyes, framed by those bangs that always cover her pink-cheeked face, that look up at him timidly and captivate him. He would've choked on his food, if he were eating. Either way his throat dries up, and he offers her a smile in return. She clears her throat and looks away. He doesn't.
He bumps into her when he's returning from the bathroom. She's got wide shoulders for a girl her size, but that's no deterrent. She lets out a winded breath, but then looks up at him with those eyes, those pink cheeks. She smiles a pained little smile, and shuffles away. He almost wants to call her back, telling her the bathroom's the other way.
But he can tell when his attention isn't welcomed. She's got her eyes on her phone, eyes lit up in delight at whoever she's texting. She never looked at him like that, or anything close to it.
seokmin
It's a problem, and he knows it. The impulse, the lack of self-control, the mania that possesses him when it comes to food. It's ruined his life. It didn't used to, before. But now, with every order he makes, every delivery at their doorstep, he knows she knows. He hides it as well as he can, but there's only so much a man can keep under wraps.
So he tries to make up for it. He makes sure to save the best foods for them to eat together. He never touches the beef gopchang. He cooks. He feeds her as much as she lets him. He hugs her from the back and he dances with her in the kitchen when her thoughts get too loud and he sings badly so she feels better about her own voice.
There's not a lot he can do, but wake up every day and feel a relief that she hasn't given up on him. And put an arm around her so she can tuck herself into him snugly.
boo
He eats like a heathen. He doesn't know when to stop and he forgets to share and sometimes he devours her portion before she gets home. She sees other people around her, who take smaller bites and don't make everything about the plate in front of them. She knows that one day, it will all come to a head and she will snap.
And then that day comes. He hides it from her (he promised that he never would) and she doesn't know what to do. She takes care of him, helps him come down from the mania. Then she decides to walk away.
But he holds her face so tenderly, so carefully. A complete antithesis to the way he throws a towel at her and she's speechless for a moment because how are you supposed to react to that? Except she remembers how he forgets to control his strength around her, because he always thinks she's invincible. And that gives her enough pause for him to sidle up and beg for forgiveness. And she can remember all the good things - the way he holds her close, the way he smiles at her like she's the brightest star in his sky, the way he makes sure to brush his teeth before kissing her in the mornings because she gets nauseous from morning breath.
