let me exaggerate sae’s hatred for fries in peace please
“can you stop eating that?”
your eyes snap to the red-head in-front of you, abruptly stopping your chewing. he’s looking at you and it was very clear he was quite disturbed of the sight of you—you eating fries.
to spite him, you shove the rest of the golden stick (how do you describe fries without making it awkward what) into your mouth to deliberately make him even more annoyed. the furrow of his brows quickly made it’s appearance and it feels agonizing to stop your laughter because is he really that bothered to you eating fries?
look, you know he has confessed his hatred or dislike of the food. either it was from one of his many interviews or he straight up told you himself, but it didn’t affect you because that was his preference—not yours. “andd if i say no?” you ask as a shit-eating grin threatens to show through your facade.
he shrugs, “i’d rather snatch it away from you anyway.” now you were the one to be bewildered by how serious he sounds. is this guys alright? is he actually upset… “don’t you dare!” you scramble to pick up the bag of fries you were eating from but he was always faster—swiftly snatching it before you could.
okay well that was not what you expected to happen. your hand was still hovering to the place where you precious fries once stayed but you were looking at him with a look of confusion and surprise. never once has he done this before (but to be fair, you never ate things like this in-front of him either).
his fist is clenching the bag and without context, it just looks like he stole it because he wanted to eat it.
“…sae?” you’re asking him slowly because this is probably the most emotion he’s shown you in a week. like he was in a trance, he’s suddenly slapped back into reality to look back at you. “sorry.” he says as he places your fries back onto the table, silently shoving back in your direction.
deciding against picking another fry up.
neither of you speak.
silence fills the room.
