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He squirmed as the squash slid down his shirt, laughing and trying to get the lump of vegetable out of his clothes with a subtle roll of his eyes. “You put potato all over my face and squash down my shirt and I’m gross. I’m wearing more of this dinner than you’re eating! Good to know no matter how much you do or don’t eat though that I don’t have to worry about comparing to some hypothetical five-star chef of an ex girlfriend.” The jokes quieted and he watched, really watched Bo as he took the first real bite, his eyes lighting up at the compliment and his expression practically beaming with joy. “Really?! It’s that good?!” He grinned and kissed Bo’s cheek repeatedly, wrapping his arms around him and letting him cuddle in close.

"I’m still going to cook for you but I’ll try not to make anything that will damage your beauty." He chuckled and nuzzled his cheek, taking bites as they were fed to him and hugging him close. "Actually my halmeoni taught me to cook, she’s the one that taught Umma. Right before I started packing to come here she sat me down and copied stuff out of her recipe book for me, made me food. You haven’t met her yet, she doesn’t exactly travel, but she’s a lot like my mother. Who loves you by the way." He smirked. "My mother thinks you’re the most wonderful person in the world, I don’t think you could have made a better impression if you tried."

He kept his eyes glued to their feet as he hugged Bo a little tighter, smiling softly at his questions and turning his head to lightly kiss the side of Bo’s. “She has her good days and bad days, but she’s going to be okay. It’s still hard for her but noona says she’s kind of determined not to be sad and keeping herself busy. She’s more angry than she is sad… she’s..” He sighed and shook his head.

"She’s mad at herself, for picking a rotten person to marry, and that she didn’t realize it sooner. She’s angry that at times she could be pretty rotten too because of him. I don’t know… she seems a lot freer now that he’s not around." He smiled. "She laughs more. She smiles and does crazy things. He’d always scold her for being ‘weird’ or ‘not reserved and ladylike enough’ but … I don’t know I like her that way. She likes herself that way, that’s the most important part."

"I’m a lot better too. You know? He’s not allowed to call me or talk to me so it’s kind of like he doesn’t even exist. Umma’s lawyers do a damned good job." He laughed and closed his eyes, laying his head down on Bo’s shoulder and hugging him from behind. "I don’t know… it’s been really nice not to feel so judged in my own family, since this whole divorce thing, we’re all so much better. And I have you and my mother and my sisters, I don’t feel like I’m missing anything at all because he’s not around."

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Woah he was excited about it being good. Which it was, but his reaction to being told it was good was 10 times better. "No it's actually not just good. It's the best thing I've ever had in my life! This shit's gonna put me on the new season of my strange addiction." He said enthusiastically. Bo stabbed the entire rest of the steak on his fork, biting off 1/3 of it like a dog with a hunk of meet, but then chewing it thoughtfully. "You actually seasoned it, didn't you!? I've never had seasoned steak in my life. And oooohhh" He rubbed his stomach in bliss, "You're grilling skills are amazing. I bet you looked so manly and cool making these." Bo climbed up to his feet, pulling Noah with him with one hand and holding the plate of steak high above his head in the other. He ran over to the side of the garden that looked out across the school, lifting Noah's arm high up triumphantly and yelling, "NOAH KIM IS THE BEST CHEF IN THE WORLD AND I LIKE THIS STEAK ALMOST AS MUCH AS I LIKE HIM" He leaned over to lick the rest of the potatoes off his boyfriend's face and then stood back up tall once more, "ALSO THE POTATOES AREN'T BAD EITHER."

With a gentle laugh, he got situated back on the ground with Noah, listening to him talk as he swirled the pink wine in his cup looking more like a chemist than someone who was actually going to drink it. This looks like mom wine. I bet this is the kind of stuff he drinks with Umma Kim. Bless her heart. He laughed a little to himself before looking over to Noah, "Well then thank you halmeoni for teaching Noah your ways." Bo bowed a little, still laughing but now for a different reason.

At the next part he got a little more quiet, calming down but not in a bad way. It wasn't sad it just...was what it was. It was a reoccurring theme in their lives along with a lot of other kids around here. Sometimes shit just was what it was. "Well that's good because after tasting your cooking, I don't feel like I'm missing anything either. Maybe 20 minutes ago I was, but nope, now I'm good." Bo kicked Noah's shoe a little harder to get his attention, lifting up his cup and motioning for Noah to clink his against it.

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A Little Late Night Dinner || Noah & Bo

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His brow perked when his hand was licked, both raised when his hand was mashed into a hot baked potato, but when it was rubbed on his cheek, he laughed and smiled widely, his dark eyes brightening with happiness. “I’m gonna marry you huh? I like this palm reading thing even if he doesn’t know how to read them really.” He leaned in, dirty cheek and all to kiss him softly and sweetly before grabbing Bo’s hand and pulling back to inspect it,biting his lip and furrowing his brow. “Hmm your hand says we’re going to have a trash wedding just like your friends did.” He chuckled. “We’ll elope and spend our honeymoon in every dive hotel in America. And here.” He pointed into his hand with a smile.

"Here it says I’m making you see the world’s largest duck, world’s largest milk bottle, and we’re going to take selcas while we make out under the world’s biggest bottle of ketchup. We’ll have two cats and maybe a dog… Aha." He beamed. "And this one says Noah doesn’t know how to read palms but he loves you so much and he’s going to plan a lot more weird gay dates just for you." He kissed his hands gently, along his left ring finger where the tattoo was, closing his eyes and lightly nuzzling his skin. "You deserve all the weird gay dates." Pulling back, he put a couple of pieces of squash in the palm of Bo’s hand, closing his fingers into a fist and mashing them up, wiping Bo’s hand on his face with a grin.

"That’s for the potato." He laughed, looking up at the jars as a gentle breeze stirred the limbs. "I probably should have set those on the ground but it wouldn’t have looked as romantic and pretty. There’s not allowed to be any fires though, this is our second formal normal date. My first one not in a dress." He grinned. "Now try the steak and tell me if I did okay! I have to make you one dinner that doesn’t totally suck, to make up for that sucky garlic bread that one time."

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"Eommaya, you're so gross." He complained, feeling the nasty ass whatever this orange stuff was in his hand. "Also there's no way in hell we're taking selcas making out, I'd probably get killed." Bo took his non squash hand, pinching the collar of Noah's shirt out so he could dump the gross stuff down it. "Plus I'm not making out with a kid who's got weird orange stuff down their shirt, sorry about that."

With a sly smile, he turned towards the food, as Noah had told him to. "You probably did good enough for me, all my past girlfriends were too young to cook a lot and my mom couldn't. You're the only woman in my life that can so you have no competition." He stuck his tongue out to the side playfully to his boyfriend before taking a forkful of the steak. Mmm he remembered right away how good it had smelled when he was coming to fix Noah's broken ankle. "It's too good. You can't cook for me anymore after this, I'll get fat and lose all my sick muscles yo."

Bo let out a relax sigh, leaning against Noah's arm a little picking at the plate on the ground but giving Noah his bites every other time. "Did your umma teach you how to cook? Hey how did she feel about her visit by the way? I hope I didn't leave a bad impression...I really wanted to introduce myself as 'Junseo but Bo if you're nasty' but gave it up for courtesy sake so I hope I kept my shit together the rest of the time too." He laughed a little, kicking his sneaker against Noah's foot rhythmically. "How's she feeling about everything? She seemed happier..." Now not taking his eyes off their feet, his kicks became a little softer, "And how're you? Your cooking's better so I can assume but y'know. Checking in's always nice."

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A Little Late Night Dinner || Noah & Bo

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At the sound of mumbling and something being dropped, Noah looked up, confusion and befuddlement melting into a wide smile, the sight of Bo standing there shyly hiding behind his hands adorable and heartwarming. “Hope you’re not mad about the broken ankle thing, I had to get you down here quickly before dinner got cold.” Sliding the steaks onto a serving plate, he rotated and seasoned the roasted vegetables before putting them all in separate dishes, getting the little bowl of butter and seasonings and putting them out for the baked potatoes. With dinner all arranged and nothing left to do but enjoy the rest of the night, he walked toward Bo and wrapped his arms around him, kissing the hands that covered his blushing face.

"Do you like it?" He pulled back and looked down at his boyfriend, gently trying to pry his hands away from his face, kissing them again and nuzzling his soft skin. "Sorry about your werewolf thing and you missing your game. We don’t go on a whole lot of traditional dates so I thought I’d change it up a little and do something to use your charming expression "so gay." He grinned, his fingers lightly brushing through Bo’s hair as he softly kissed his forehead. "No fires or near death experiences, or bad life choices, if you don’t count the wine." He laughed as he took his arm, gently leading him toward the blanket and sitting him down, curling up beside him and feeding him a bite of the seasoned zucchini he’d slid off the kebob stick carefully.

"I have to get creative when I want to spoil you, so. Just you, me, a nice dinner, a pretty garden and some stars, since it’s nice out tonight." He smiled, taking a sip of the fizzy and bubbly wine and blushing a little. With a quick slip of his finger, he pushed the play button on his ipod, the hidden little speakers wafting quiet music through the air, every romantic detail planned down to the last tiny component.

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"Well duh I like it." He mumbled, chewing on the bite he had been fed. "I mean, it is so gay. So gay. But this is your kind of thing..." Bo reached over for Noah's legs pulling them around so his face was closer, "and you're, like, all sorts of lovely so of course I'm gonna like this." He couldn't help but roll his eyes when heard music playing from somewhere, of course captain ocd would plan out a bunch of weird details...pfft. All sorts of lovely.

Wait, no fired or near death experiences? Bo looked away from the fork he was poking at the food with, "Well there's giant glass orbs of fire you so conveniently placed right above us so don't count out fires yet. One time I stuck my hand in my mom's candle and it burned off some of the lines on my left hand...my left hand sees a lot of shit." He added, lifting up his ring finger with Noah's scrawl tattooed on it. He was actually pretty proud of the way it looked, there were a few scars and some writing and every single thing wrong with it made a really great party story. It probably should have been alarming to him that his goal in life to collect as many party stories as possible, but it was kind of Noah's now too so he wouldn't be alarmed until Noah was as well. The gossip blog really wasn't wrong when they said they were kind of a I jump you jump relationship.

"Hey speaking of lines, commere lemme read yours. Since we didn't find a psychic palmist last night, I googled how to do it myself." Bo tugged at Noah's wrist, holding one of his hands in both of his. He ran his index finger across the other's palm, tracing the creases in his skin. "Hmmm" ...He had no idea what he was doing. He'd google imaged searched one pictures labeling the sun lines and moon lines and that was all. He was maybe just possibly in a hand holdey mood. Gotta make this realistic...Bo lifted Noah's hand up and licked up his life line sloppily. "You're gonna live to be 69" Hmmm...He then took his hand and shoved it into his potato. "You're gonna have 2 kids." Finally, he took the dirty licked potato hand and rubbed it on Noah's cheek, "Also you're gonna marry Bo even if he doesn't actually know how to read palms because he loves you and all your weird gay date ideas."

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