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Sushi? Sue Me

who?: Yuehua’s Justin Huang

genre: 🌸

type: scenario

word count: 2K [2017 dabs] - can write a lot about food I’m sorry

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• based off this prompt Iris sent to me

• sushi is really addicting full offence

dedicated to my baby Iris @alliwannado-w1 tysm for always saving my ass, I’ll protect you always 💖and the TWO anons who wanted Justin fluff, I’m here with it. Sorry if it took long!

- Admin L

“So babe, what do you want to eat this time?” Justin asked, squeezing your hand as the both of you walked along the pavement of one of the hottest food streets in the city.

Justin reached up to pull his hood over his head so the fit was more snug. He loved the Autumn weather but it was nice to stay warm and toasty.

Mhm, toast. Toast and ice cream....

His face was already tinged the lightest shade of baby pink from the cold, yet he craved ice cream. But before deciding on what you two should eat for lunch, he needed your opinion. If his baby was happy, he would be happy too. But honestly, Justin was not picky about food, as long as the food was tasty.

“Who’s paying?” You shot back, cheekily.

You and your boyfriend had a systematic way of deciding on who pays the bill if you chose the restaurant, you pay. As you were slightly more particular about the food you wanted to try, your wallet ended up throwing out more cash than you tucked in.

Justin shrugs, pouting a little. “Ah, you paid last time so I can, but you can choose for today. I trust your intuition.”

He glanced at the watch on his wrist, fifteen minutes had passed just wandering around the food street. He rubbed his lips together, wondering if there would be enough time.

“Do you mind sushi? Other than raw fish of course,” you suggested, pointing to a mid-range sushi restaurant that was featured in the newspapers recently. You only ever read the restaurant recommendations section of the news, cutting out write-ups of places that seemed appetising and creating a mini album of those. Whenever your friends needed a recommendation, they reached out to you.

“Sure!” Justin replied, grabbing your hand and rushing across the street.

Even though it had been a couple of months since you started dating, sparks still ignited when Justin held your hand, or when he hugged you, or whenever he said anything remotely sweet to you.

You poked his padded shoulder gently once you had safely reached the other side of the road. “Hey, won’t your nutritionist scold you again?” you pointed out. “Remember last week?”

As a trainee, there was no doubt that Justin followed a strict diet plan and exercise regime. After you had taken him out for fried chicken and ice cream on last week’s date, his trainer had given him an earful. Justin hid that fact from you and it was Ahn Hyungseob who had told you about that incident.

Justin ignored your question, continuing to make his way down the road to the restaurant door.

“Justin! Don’t get in any trouble okay? I’ll be watching you and the number of plates of sushi you order.”

If he got into more trouble, would he be dropped as a trainee?

Sometimes, you really worried about him and his hectic, demanding lifestyle. He deserved to eat sushi, a lot of it.

As you both approached the main entrance, the queue that snaked halfway around the block caught your attention. Your eyes widened in shock.

I guess it is lunch hour now...

It seemed as if everyone in the district had flocked to this particular restaurant for lunch. It was maddening.

There were groups of teenagers, a crowd of office workers grumbling about bitter coffee and adorable families with small children. Sushi seemed to bring everyone together.

“Oops, be careful,” Justin hummed when a toddler walked out of the red rope and into his leg. legs for days

He bent down to the child’s level, beaming. “Hi, go back safely to your parents, okay?” Justin gently pushed him back into the queue where his family was, away from the scary outside world.

You let out a soft ‘aw’ at the boy, before a staff came to break that moment, but only for a good reason.

“Hi, this queue will take an approximately thirty minutes to clear and sushi takes at least fifteen minutes to create and serve,” she informed, ushering the next customers in and answering anxious questions.

A disgruntled groan left your mouth, Justin did not have the luxury of time as his lunch break was only for an hour before he had to return to training. You did not have forty-five minutes to wait around for sushi, no matter how good it may taste. Justin had to return to training.

You bit your lip anxiously, turning to Justin, who in reply, sighed and shook his head.

“Babe, I’m sorry. We can’t eat here today,” he apologised, a blush filling his cheeks. It upset him too, knowing that his training did get in between dates with you.

You reached up to brush a stray lock of blonde hair out of his handsome face, smiling reassuringly. “It’s fine! We can always come again, no worries. Do you mind convenience store sushi and onigiri?”

You knew full well that microwave meals were something that Justin was unfamiliar with, being brought up in an upper-class family definitely had its perks.

However, Justin agreed and sought out the nearest convenience store, hand in hand with you.

“At least now I’m eating a fixed portion,” he joked, picking out the packaged sushi from the refrigerator. “Oh babe, I remember you liked this kind of sushi, take another box.”

Your wallet said goodbye to another couple of dollar bills but at least, it was much less than elsewhere.

Guilt rooted within you, Justin was supposed to enjoy a nice lunch before heading back to Yuehua for more sweat and tears to be shed but here he was, at a convenience store he was probably sick of.

A frown was etched on Justin’s face when he saw the crestfallen look you carried, hands not ripping open the packet eagerly like you usually did. His hand reached to lift your jaw, such that you made direct eye contact with him.

“Babe, relax. I’ll take you there another time, okay?” he promised, smiling cheerfully. “You know I’ll love anything, just as long as it’s with you.”

“Cheers?” Justin offered, letting go of your face and offering his sushi - clasped between his chopsticks - to you.

The corners of your lips turned upwards as you bumped your sushi against his. Justin really knew how to cheer you up little by little.

“Cheers.”

Sushi was the last thing on your mind when Justin called you a few weeks later. He gave vague details but they promised a brunch date, and you were not one to argue with free food.

And quality time with your boyfriend, of course, that was your first priority.

You had long forgotten about that upscale sushi restaurant, it had been pushed to the very back of your mind, hidden in one of the small crevices.

The rain had drizzled a little just before you arrived at the busy food street. The ground was still dark, damp and puddles were a common sight all over the pavements. Despite the dreary weather, the food square was in full swing, bustling with life and traffic.

“Bao Bei!” someone hold me

The calls of your boyfriend were enough to send a smile playing on your lips, to ignite fireworks within you.

“Hi,” you greeted, sighing dreamily while clutching his hand. “So what’s the plan for today?”

“Remember that sushi place?” he questioned, anticipating your - hopefully - positive response. A smug look was written all over his face when you let out a shriek of excitement, hands flying to cover your mouth.

“Serious?”

It was genuinely touching how he remembered your eagerness to dine there, how much you wanted to grab a delicious Japanese meal with him.

Justin nodded, leading the way and even holding the door open for you. Even the smallest gesture still made your heart flutter.

After giving the menu a hasty once-over, you turned to him, locking eyes. “How much sushi can I order?”

“Well,” Justin paused to prop his head up with his hands. “How much can you eat?”

Your jaw dropped, then you pursed your lips, regaining composure. “Is that a challenge? Are you really asking me that?”

Justin grinned playfully, tapping a finger to his lips, pretending to be immersed in his deep thoughts.

“Maybe.”

My dad is going to kill me when the credit card bill comes...

Justin thought grimly, biting his lips in anxiety as he mentally counted the number of sushi plates stacked up.

Ahh, the red coloured plates cost more than the pink ones. Shit, there are more reds than pinks.

The restaurant was the kind that displayed platters of sushi on a conveyor belt that ran through the whole dining area. Ever since you occupied the booth, there were significantly fewer plates offered to the next couple of tables. A group of teenage boys seated directed behind your table groaned and spewed their complaints.

It was no secret your table was taking most of the plates, there were three stacks, each one organised by colour.

You walloped sushi like there was no tomorrow, as if you had been starved and deprived of the goodness of it. Truthfully, you were watching your diet and it had been awhile since you paid a visit to a sushi bar.

Justin managed to lick a lot more plates clean than you could, but to be fair, he was paying so he should eat the most. Honestly, the bill was at the very back of your mind when eating.

Ah! Five pink plates, two red ones and...eight blue plates? Add on the tray of sushi we ordered and shared....

It was giving Justin a headache just counting the final amount. He did all the calculations mentally, it would be too obvious if he whipped out his phone and went to the calculator app.

“Oh my gosh! I didn’t think they would have it here,” you exclaimed, scooping yet another pink ceramic plate off the belt and onto your table, wasting no time in digging in.

And that is another $5.50 added to the total which makes it...uhh

All Justin could do was try to sip his matcha and look nonchalant, but at the same time, his eyes trained on you.

Let’s be real, all he wanted was for his baby to be full, satisfied with the good food and enjoying themselves. He wanted to take you to this restaurant for forever. It seemed like you were having a blast, finally.

Ahh, what the hell. Money is really no issue, why am I fretting over that? I need to prioritise my sweetheart’s happiness. They look so cute just enjoying sushi and stuffing their face, what the hell man. I don’t even look this good while eating.

A dreamy look glazed over Justin’s features, it was satisfying to see you have a good appetite. He knew about the diet and all, even he had cheat days so you deserve them too.

After a long time, you noticed Justin’s unwavering gaze on you. His eyes were brimming with contentment.

“What is it?” You added the pink plate to the existing pile, gasping softly when you realised how much you had taken.

Ah, whatever. Today can serve as my official cheat day.

Justin chuckled and shifted in his seat, shaking his head slowly. His hand swiped another sushi platter off the conveyor belt. he needs to eat too okay

“Nothing.”

You furrowed your brow, setting your cup of matcha down after taking a long drink. “Ah yes, sure, you staring me like an Mnet camera is absolutely ‘nothing’. Believable.” you shot back, taking a sip of your tea again.

Justin dismissed it with a wave of his hand, stifling a laugh, he knew Mnet - maybe too well. His warm eyes scanned over you again, he nearly melted there and then.

“Come on, tell me! Is there something on my face?” You grabbed your pocket mirror and examined your features closely.

“Ah, whatever,” he said, almost shyly as a blush crept its way across his cheeks. “You just look cute as hell when you stuff your face with sushi.”

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