YO~ I am back! Not that there was much wait considering i'm posting a lot of these back-to-back... Hehe.

Here we go!

I do not own MM.

I sat at Yoosung's table, sitting awkwardly as I waited. He had invited me over for supper, insisting that he wanted to cook for me. I watched as he fussed around the kitchen, insisting that I was to stay still and relax.

I laughed as he fumbled around, his bangs pinned back to the top of his head so they were away from his face. His hands were shaky as he began to cut the meat, and I sighed, unable to watch him possibly hurt himself because of poor technique.

"Here." I stood behind him, placing my hands over his, moving them into a proper position, and he smiled as he saw his movements were a lot more controlled and steady. He grinned over his shoulder, his face incredibly close to my own.

"Thanks Saeran!"

I blushed, stepping back, coughing into my sleeve, trying to tone down the blush that had erupted onto my face. I sat back down at the table, crossing my arms, willing myself to calm down. Soon enough, he had placed a steaming plate of bulgogi and vegetables before me, and I thanked him quietly for the food, receiving a happy smile in return. I lifted some of the bulgogi to my mouth with my chopsticks, tasting it gently, sighing as the wonderful taste enveloped me.

"Is... Is it good?"

Yoosung's voice was nervous, and hopeful. I smiled as I swallowed, nodding quietly, and he grinned gleefully, continuing to eat his own plate. After we had finished about half of our plates each, he looked up at me again.

"Saeran?"

"Yeah?" I spoke between bites, making sure to finish swallowing before I replied. Yoosung stared at me, poking at his food.

"I just realized I don't know a whole lot about you."

I blinked slowly at him, unsure of what he meant.

"Like... What?"

Yoosung smiled excitedly.

"Well, what's your favourite colour!"

"Why does that matter?"

He shifted in his seat, blushing softly.

"It's fun to know little things about people you like!"

Warmth trickled across my cheeks and neck, and I nearly choked on my food.

"Like...?"

Yoosung nodded enthusiastically.

"Yep! You're my friend, I wanna know about you!"

"Right," I nodded slowly, letting out a breath, thinking for a moment, "Um... Then... Yellow."

Yoosung gasped, nearly jumping in his seat.

"Really?! That's my favourite colour too! It's such a happy colour!"

I smiled a bit, stifling a laugh. If only he realized I chose that colour because it reminded me of him.

"What's your favourite animal? Favourite movie? Favourite song? Do you like animals?"

"Woah," I lifted my hands, laughing a bit, "Calm down with the questions. I haven't finished eating yet."

Yoosung blinked, then laughed sheepishly, tilting his head a bit to the left.

"I just really want to keep getting to know you better!"

I smiled, taking another bite of my food.

"You will, I'm sure."

SO CUTE FUCK DOMESTIC YOORAN.

~Pixil-8