( I WANT THE ‘K’ : CLOSED ) ↳ 13 : STOMACH KISS.
if she hears him complain about this one more time mona is truly going to scream. she sympathizes with him, she does. it’s hard to resist the temptation that is the perfectly golden mcdonald’s fry -- mona never can, and she pays the price for it every time she feels her chest constrict during a routine pilates movement and every day she has to fast walk to yonsei to avoid tardiness. but she has acquiesced herself to the fate of her arteries, because she will never stop eating mcdonald’s fries -- the rest of her is just going to have to deal with it.
jooheon, unfortunately, has not found his own inner peace with this very serious issue. it is why mona has found herself perched at the foot of his bed, critically surveying the curled-up shell of the man beside her, torn between leaving him be and physically mangling some sense into him.
“jooheon,” she releases in a short breath, voice terse, fingers itching to grab at him and shake the dramatics off of his person. “are you being serious right now? are you really not going to eat this chicken i brought because you think you’re getting fat?”
a groan wracks her throat, her reaction to his lack of response to her pointed query. that is it, she has no more patience, and the chicken is getting cold. “jooheon!”
and okay, they’re not the best of friends, and okay, this is a little embarrassing, but mona is hungry and therefore not in the mood to be empathetic to a cause. her fingers catch the cusp of his t-shirt and she mercilessly pulls to expose what jooheon’s deemed unacceptable by societal standards. “are you kidding me?” she nearly-screeches upon the sight of his flat stomach. “you’re not fat at all!”
and for good measure, she plants a firm kiss just below the hollow of his ribs; at the very least, to shock him into submission. “stop whining, your stomach is fine. now, let’s eat in peace. okay?”
