Under any usual circumstance, sorting out something to eat should be a simple task. A quick nutritional meal of nabe or even just a salad would be completely fine and fill you up, but not Jake. Sure, Jake was strong, he was a man in every way that mattered and more than a gentleman to his sweet, perfect girlfriend. But in the two years you two had been together, everytime you tried to cook or prepare anything that wasn’t ramen it was like the 6ft leader of Big Deal had suddenly turned into a fussy child.

Currently, Jake sat across from the open plan kitchen in his apartment above one of the shops on Big Deal street, pouting and crossing his arms like a child throwing a tantrum as you chopped some carrots. His deep brown eyes hadn’t left you for a second from the moment you had mentioned that you were going to force feed him vegetables along with giving him a stern lecture about needing his vitamins, and despite all his begging, you wouldn’t budge an inch on that decision.

“Babe, I'm not a toddler. I don’t need to be force fed anything.” Jake’s deep voice rang out, the pouty tone behind it contrasting his words as his brown eyes flickered down nervously to the diced up carrot that lay on the chopping board. “Please, beautiful-”

You shot him a look, cutting off his words before Jake finally gave in, letting out a sigh as he went back to pouting. If his lack of a balanced diet didn't concern you so much, you might have found the curve in his lips as they pouted cute, but there was a time and a place for that. For now, you had to focus on forcing him to have some nutrients, whether he liked it or not, it was for his own good.

Was Jake going to eat whatever you placed in front of him regardless because his beautiful and perfect girlfriend lovingly made it for him? Obviously. But he'd still act fussy as he did so, just so that you knew that he was only dealing with the foul taste of the vegetables for you.