a few years ago you and your boyfriend opened up a new restaurant together as it was both of yours and his dream to have a career in cooking. But what you didn’t expect was to become one of the most well-known and famous restaurants in (city if your choice). And it was amazing. Both of you had more than enough money and were really happy.

recently you even moved in together and it was all perfect. But, today both you and the love of your life were very anxious because the food critic was here… deciding weather you should earn your fifth star rating for your restaurant, keep four, go down to three or even shut down.

yeah, you and Chan knew everything was just how it was supposed to be, the kitchen was clean, the food was obviously good due to high demand and the speed and quality you both thought was decent

{time skip until evening once you got home}

chan opened the door to your beautiful and expensive shared apartment and you room your shoes off, tossing them to the side and flopping on the couch. Terrified as to what the food critic would say tomorrow

you: “ugghhh. Oh my god why is waiting for results of a guy so terrifying?!” you groaned into the pillow and you laid face into the pillow and corner of the couch