The city was busier than Pyongyang remembered. The city was always changing. How does one even deal with that?
"What does our Pyongyang want to eat?" Seoul was still holding onto her right wrist. Now happily swinging their arms.
"I don't know…" She honestly didn't know. "Will you stop swinging your arm?" Annoyance was building up.
Seoul immediately stopped swinging and let his arm fall. He laughed a little and squeezed her wrist. "I guess that means we have to what whatever comes up first." Surely enough, a small food stand was standing a few feet in front of them.
Pyongyang's mouth gaped open. Not only annoyance, but disbelief was starting to rise.
Being handcuffed doesn't help the situation.
"Here." Seoul held ddeokbokki up to Pyongyang's mouth. "Eat it. Ah." He opened his mouth and moved the chopsticks closer to her mouth.
She shrunk back a little and her eyes grew wider. "… Ah…?" Pyongyang hesitantly opened her mouth. Without missing a beat, Seoul put the ddeokbokki in her mouth.
"Aigoo! Our Pyongyang eats so well!" He laughed and poked her nose.
"Am I some kid to you?!" She furrowed her eyes brows and she scowled at him.
"Yes. A very big kid." He gave a playful pout before laughing again.
