Seokjin

You have a problem. You don't like to eat. Well, it's not that you don't like to... you just have a very picky palate. You're especially disgusted by seafood. And fate has gifted you with a chef. A brilliant one, I must say, who loves to feed you his culinary delights.

Seokjin is the sun itself. He's caring, loving, and... persistent. Too persistent when it comes to food.

Today, Seokjin decided to make fried squid with tomatoes. "It's healthy and you need to gain strength." You look at the plate and feel nauseous.

"Seokjin, I'm not eating that," you say convincingly. "I'm really not hungry."

Seokjin frowns. "Kim Dong, don't be picky! I tried my best! It's delicious!" He brings the plate closer to your face.

You're feeling sick again.

"Seokjin! Stop it!" You try to push the plate away, but he's strong.

"Tell me honestly, did I offend you in any way?" you ask.

"But you haven't even tried!" Seokjin counters, not backing down.

You jump up from the couch and lift your leg, trying to block out Seokjin and the plate.

You with your leg in the air, Seokjin with a plate, despair on his face.