(requested by erica! on a roll with my malewife agenda)

You don’t know why you thought it was a good idea to scare your husband while he was in the middle of cooking dinner, being that said dinner now contained half a bottle of olive oil.

Soobin panics, rushing to strain out the oil, but it’s useless—the rice is covered in a shiny layer of yellow. He pouts, turning around to pout at you. “Don’t do that.”