you couldn’t really handle spice. even some chilli flavoured potato chips were too much for you. you avoided spicy food your whole life. until you met a specific lee minho, who was practically born to eat spicy food.

being his best friend, AND roommate didn’t help. when you went out, he always, ALWAYS, ate something spicy. and no, you didn’t eat from him. but of course the scent got to you and you sneezed all the way home. at least at home you could eat far from each other. you had a feeling minho loved it. loved seeing you whine whenever you accidentally ate something spicy. loved when you tried everything to get the burn off your tongue. loved your red face when you almost cried from the spice.

and he proved this suspicion of yours, when you came back home one day, and saw a bowl of noodles on your side of the table. you felt the spicy scent from the doorway. you took off your jacket, putting it on the clothes hanger, and looked at minho. he patted the seat, and gave you a smile. “you can eat this whole bowl for me, right?”