holiday vlogging,
yoona really couldn’t believe how much this bowl of ramen was making her drool. she had a feeling that she was going to regret this challenge, but it just smelled so delicious and she just wanted to shove her face into the bowl of noodles. “ahh i am so excited!” she squealed once again, clapping her hands together like a five year old child who was just given a bag of candy.
and then they started to film. when she heard her name, she held up two v-songs beside her cheeks and tilted her head back and forth playfully. “we certainly do!” she exclaimed when he seemed to pause in his words. “shall we … show our audience what it is?” she asked, but without another word, she lifted up her bold. “ta-da!” she cried, leaning in closer and closing her eyes, inhaling deeply. suddenly, she felt the spices tickle her nose and she turned away from the camera and sneezed. “ah, it really is spicy!” she noted with a laugh.
“are we doing who can eat this the fastest or?” she turned towards her cousin to wait for an answer. oh man, her stomach was probably really going to regret this. because as delicious as this might be, speed and spices did not seem like a good combination at all.
LAUGHTER BUBBLES UP WITHIN HIS THROAT and, for a moment, he finds himself forgetting just how hungry he is. ‘ahh, don’t sneeze too hard--- you’ll spill the ramen!’ and, genuinely, the ramen is his primary concern; not the bowl held within his cousin’s hands, not their clothes, not the expensive equipment before them, but the ramen that he’d spent a measly few minutes cooking solely for the purpose of the video that they’d just begun to film. what can he say? he’s SERIOUS about his food. ‘i told you, didn’t i? it’s the spiciest of the spicy! we’re going a---ll out.’
he then pauses, takes a moment to think, a loud HMM filling the air around him as he does so. ‘a speed eating challenge? a speed eating challenge and a spicy ramen challenge--- a double challenge? i like it!’ granted, it probably wasn’t the BRIGHTEST idea that either of them have ever had ( or agreed to for that matter--- the spiciness of the food that they were about to consume and speed eating weren’t likely to mesh especially well, after all ), but he was ALL for the extra entertainment factor and, hey, it certainly sounded fun, so he’s one-hundred percent on board.
‘just so you know---’ he begins, proudly clapping a hand over his chest. he’s practically drooling again, by the way. man, does that ramen ever smell GOOD. ‘i can shovel food down like nobody’s business. you’ve got some stiff competition, oh, cousin of mine.’
