Usual Friday night. You were trying out the viral Tanghulu. You got your ingredients all ready in the kitchen while Jay was on his phone.

You were having a hard time melting the sugar. As the sugar was on boil, your friend called and started ranting about her boyfriend. You got caught up in the conversation and forgot the sugar that was boiling.

When you looked at the pot, the sugar was all burned black.

"Oh fucking shit.." you cursed which Jay heard.

He turned to you and raised a brow. He hates it when you curse.

"Language, baby." He spoke, seriousness hinting in his voice.

You turned to him and muttered a sorry.

After the call with your friend, you tried to melt the sugar once again. This time, you opened the television and put on a movie to ease your boredom.

25 minutes into the movie, you were focused and completely forgot about the sugar until you smelled it.

"shit, shit, shit" you cursed again as you panicked to turn the stove off.

"Baby." Jay called out, clearly frustrated with your language.

"One more curse I hear from you and-" Then, he was cut off by you.

"Oh fucking hell" you cursed as you realized there's no more sugar left.

Before you could speak again, you felt a hand grab you by your jaw.

Jay turned you to him and kissed you, softly but also hinting possesiveness.

"I warned you." he spoke, mid-kiss before continuing.