I flip through the pages of the menu, trying to find something that isn't above $100.00. I set the menu down and look around, feeling extremely out of place.

Jungkook notices and leans forward. "Whatcha looking at?"

I shrug. "Nothing really. I just feel so weird here. Everyone's so..stiff."

He chuckles, "Stiff? You mean formal?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. It's like they're all robots," I huff before adding, "Rich robots."

"Well, at least we're not rich robots, right Haru?" he asks, winking.

I giggle, looking back at my menu. "Okay the cheapest thing here is Japchae."

His eyes widen. "They sell Japchae here? Sign me up."

"Even their Japchae is expensive though. It's $50.00."

"Yeah but that's a lot cheaper compared to their other food."

I take a sip of my wine, "True. Let's just both get Japchae."

Jungkook raises his hand to order, and a waiter quickly approaches us. "Could you get us two Japchae dishes please?"

He nods, "Of course. What level of spice would you like, from one to five?"

Jungkook glances at me, signaling me to go first. "Hmm, I'll take level two."

I look back at Jungkook who's eyes are now mischievously squinted. "I'll take level three." This boy really—

"Actually sir, can you make mine a level four?" I ask, not taking my eyes off of Jungkook.

He nods, jotting it down on his notepad. "Yes of course. Anything else?"

Jungkook tilts his head, playing with his lip piercing. "I'm sorry sir, could you make mine a level five?"

The waiter's jaw hangs open slightly. "Are you sure you want it at level five, sir? It's actually quite spicy and most people can't finish—"

Jungkook smirks as I stare at him, biting my lip. "Yes, that sounds perfect."

The waiter begins to walk away when I clear my throat. "Excuse me? I'm sorry but could you just make mine as spicy as possible?"

He raises an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?"

"Say there was a level six. I would want it to be that spicy."

Jungkook's lips slowly start forming a pout, making me giggle.

"Will that be all?" the waiter asks, and I nod.

The waiter walks away, probably thinking that we're insane. This is why we can't come to nice places.

Jungkook grins, "I see what you're doing, Haru."

I stick my tongue out, "You're the one who started it."

I take another sip of my wine before realizing that I'm already almost done with the glass. "Woah what the—how did I already drink so much?"

Jungkook laughs. "You do have a strong love for alcohol, Haru."

"No I don't, I only really drink it if I'm upset, or it's a happy occasion or something."

"So what happened when you were downing all that soju that one time after the fair? Who hurt you?" he asks, chuckling.

I laugh, "Shut up, that was soju. Soju has magical powers."

He laughs for a few moments before quieting down, clearing his throat. "So birthday girl, how does it feel to be 22?"

I shrug, "Eh, the same as my last birthdays."

"Well, you aren't sober anymore."

"I haven't been sober since last year, Jungkook."

He hums, "And how does that feel?"

I shrug, tapping my wine glass with the fingernail. "I don't really know. I try not to have too much though. I don't want to end up being addicted."

He smiles, nose scrunching up. "Awh, that's cute."

I raise an eyebrow. "How is that cute?"

He shrugs, sipping his water. "You're just cute in general." I press the back of my fingers against my mouth, hiding a smile.

The waiter comes by with a large tray, two steaming bowls of Japchae on top. He sets the mouth watering dishes down in front of us, and we thank him as he bows and turns away.

The food looks good, but the aroma itself smells like death.

I gulp, starting to regret my decisions. "I don't know if this was the best—"

I get cut off by the sound of Jungkook slurping up the noodles. I look up and he winks, lips already quivering. "This," he pauses, wiping his mouth, "is amazing."

I look back at the bowl of Japchae in front of me, twirling some noodles onto the fork. Here goes nothing.

I put the noodles into my mouth and immediately regret it.

"Jungkook," I say, lips trembling. He looks up, face turning red, "We're so stupid."

He bursts out into laughter, which is cute at first.

Then he proceeds to choke.

My eyes widen, "Jungkook!"

He gulps some water, holding a hand up. "I'm o-" he hiccups, "okay."

I laugh, setting my fork down as I watch him shovel more noodles into his mouth. "Stop eating so much, Gguk. It's too spicy."

He looks up, face and lips red, tears running down his face, lips trembling, "Spicy? Nah, it's not spicy at all."

I smack my forehead, sighing. "Jungkook—"

"I'm strong."

"Jungkook."

"I can handle this. I'm a man."

"Jungkook."

He wipes his tears away, "This is a piece of cake."

"Honey."

"Yes, princess?"

"I think that's enough Japchae for you."

After a moment, he sets his fork down. "Why are we like this?"

I laugh, "I really don't know."

The waiter comes by again, a grin plastered on his face. "How's the food?"

Jungkook gives him a thumbs up as he gulps down more water. I smile, "It's delicious. It's just a little spicy."

He chuckles, "A little spicy, huh?" Jungkook and I both nod in response.

The waiter chuckles again, "I can take it back and get you another meal, if you like."

"No, we're okay," Jungkook says, "but could you please give me some more water?"

He nods. "Yes of course."

The waiter walks away, and I smile to myself, wiping my mouth.

Jungkook notices and starts smiling, too. "Why are you smiling?"

"I can't believe we actually came to a fancy restaurant just to order some really flipping spicy Japchae."

He grins, "Well we're having fun, aren't we?"

I nod, "Of course we are."

"Everything's fun when I'm here," he winks.

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