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You don’t mean to take Food & Relationships seriously.
That’s the first thing worth noting.
Not in a life-altering, transcript-defining, “this will shape your future” kind of way. More in the way you don’t take free samples seriously, or personality quizzes, or the way your friends insist that “this café has the best matcha in the city” like it’s a measurable truth.
It’s an elective. It fits your timetable. It doesn’t have an exam.
That should’ve been your first warning.
The lecture hall smells faintly like coffee and something buttery—someone’s clearly brought food in, which already feels like a violation of academic integrity in ways you can’t explain. There are no laptops open. No one looks stressed. Someone is actively eating a croissant in the second row like this is a picnic and not a university class.
You slide into a seat near the middle, already halfway disengaged.
Easy credit, you tell yourself.
You’ll show up. You’ll do the bare minimum. You’ll pass.
Simple.
The professor walks in ten minutes late carrying a tote bag that looks like it’s seen at least three different farmer’s markets and one emotional breakdown.
“Welcome,” she says, like this is something you’ve all been waiting for. “To Food & Relationships.”
No one claps, but someone does stop chewing.
You rest your chin in your hand.
This is going to be fine.
—
The syllabus is… suspicious.
Not difficult. Not dense. Not even particularly long.
Just suspicious.
- No exams
- No quizzes
- Attendance: “Emotionally encouraged”
- Final Project: 60%
You sit up a little straighter at that last part.
Okay. That’s something.
The professor clicks to the next slide.
FINAL PROJECT: SIMULATED RELATIONSHIP STUDY
There’s a pause.
You feel, collectively, the room start to think.
“…Simulated what?” someone says out loud.
The professor smiles like this is the best part.
“You will be paired with a partner,” she explains, “and over the course of the semester, you will simulate a romantic relationship through shared food practices.”
Silence.
Not confused silence.
The kind of silence where everyone is trying to decide if this is a joke, and if it’s not, whether it’s legal.
“You will cook together,” she continues, unfazed. “Eat together. Document emotional progression. Record behavioral patterns. At the end, you will submit a complete relationship case file.”
You blink.
Once. Twice. This is—
“You’re grading us,” someone says slowly, “on… dating?”
“On how food facilitates intimacy,” the professor corrects. That does not help.
—
[LESSON NOTE 1 — FNR101]
- Topic: Food as a relational tool
- Hypothesis: Shared meals accelerate emotional bonding
- Method: Simulated romantic pairing
- Your annotation: This cannot be a real class.
—
“You will need,” the professor adds, clicking again, “to establish a believable relationship history.”
That’s when the problem starts.
Because cooking? Fine. You can follow a recipe. You can pretend not to burn things.
But a relationship history?
That requires:
- continuity
- detail
- lying
You don’t like lying.
Not because of morality. Mostly because it’s inconvenient.
“You’ll be assigned partners now,” the professor says, already pulling up a list.
There’s a collective shift in the room. People sit up. Someone closes their food container like this just got serious.
Names start getting called.
Pairs form quickly—friends gravitating toward each other, strangers exchanging polite nods, someone in the back whispering “please not him, please not him” like a prayer.
You half-listen. Until—
“Y/N.”
You look up.
“And Mingyu.”
There’s a pause. Not from you. From the room. It’s subtle. But it’s there. Like everyone collectively went, oh.
You follow their line of sight before you even process why. Then you see him.
Kim Mingyu is standing a few rows down, already looking around like he’s trying to locate you.
And—right. Okay. That explains the oh. Because of course your lab partner for the most ridiculous class you’ve ever taken would be—
Him.
You raise your hand slightly. Not enough to be enthusiastic. Just enough to be found. His eyes land on you. And then he smiles.
Not politely. Not awkwardly. Just—easily. Like this is normal. Like this is fine. You’re suddenly less sure that it is.
—
He takes the seat next to you without hesitation.
“Hi,” he says, like you’re meeting for something normal. “Y/N, right?”
You nod.
“Mingyu.”
“I figured.”
That gets a small laugh out of him. Low, soft. Unbothered. You hate that it’s already disarming.
—
The professor is still talking, but neither of you are really listening anymore.
Because now there’s a new, much more immediate problem.
You both turn to each other at the same time.
“…So,” he says.
“…So,” you echo.
A beat.
“We need a relationship history,” he says.
You nod. You both sit there. Thinking. Processing. Regretting your life choices, maybe a little.
“This is insane,” you say finally.
“It is,” he agrees.
Another pause. Then—
“We could just make something up.”
You look at him. He looks back. And the worst part is, he says it like it’s reasonable.
—
[CASE FILE — PRELIMINARY DISCUSSION]
- Participants: Y/N & Mingyu
- Situation: Assignment-induced crisis
- Proposed solution: Fabrication of romantic history
- Risk level: High
- Emotional involvement: Not yet determined
—
“You’re suggesting,” you say slowly, “we lie.”
“For academic purposes.”
“That doesn’t make it better.”
“It might make it easier.”
You hesitate. Because he’s not wrong. And because the alternative—actually trying to build a real emotional connection for a grade—is objectively worse.
“Okay,” you say. “Fine. Hypothetically.”
He leans in slightly. You try not to notice.
“We met… where?” he asks.
You blink.
“We’re doing this now?”
“We should at least be consistent.”
That’s annoyingly logical.
“Um,” you say. “Class?”
“Too boring.”
“Library?”
“Too predictable.”
You narrow your eyes at him.
“You’re very opinionated for someone who just suggested lying.”
“I’m committed to the bit.”
You huff out a quiet laugh before you can stop yourself. That’s also a problem.
—
“Okay,” he says, like he’s solving something important. “Café.”
“Everyone says café.”
“Exactly. It’s believable.”
You hate that that makes sense.
“Fine,” you concede. “We met at a café.”
“What were you doing?”
“Studying.”
“Of course you were.”
You shoot him a look.
“What were you doing?” you ask.
“Waiting for my order.”
“Wow. Riveting.”
“I spilled my drink,” he adds.
You pause.
“…You what?”
“On you,” he says, like this is obvious. “That’s how we started talking.”
You stare at him.
“That’s terrible.”
“It’s memorable.”
It is. That’s the problem.
—
[LESSON NOTE 2 — Narrative Construction]
- Concept: Believability increases with specific detail
- Example: “We met at a café” vs “He spilled his drink on me”
- Your annotation: This is getting out of hand.
—
“Okay,” you say, rubbing your temple. “Fine. You spilled your drink on me.”
“What was it?”
“Why does that matter?”
“It matters.”
You exhale.
“…Iced coffee.”
He nods like he’s committing it to memory.
“Good choice.”
“You’re taking this very seriously.”
“We’re being graded.”
You open your mouth to argue. And then close it again. Because again—
He’s not wrong.
“First date?” he asks.
You stare at him.
“We just met.”
“We’ve been dating for the purposes of this class for approximately five minutes.”
You press your lips together.
“…Dinner,” you say.
“Too vague.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And yet, you’re stuck with me.”
That you ignore that.
—
The professor dismisses the class shortly after, leaving behind a room full of people who look like they’ve collectively agreed to make questionable decisions.
You stand. Mingyu stands with you. Neither of you move to leave immediately.
“So,” he says.
“So,” you echo, again.
A pattern.
“We should probably start soon,” he says. “If we want this to look real.”
You nod.
“Cooking session?”
“Tomorrow?” he suggests.
That’s fast.
“That’s very fast.”
“We’re behind,” he says, completely serious.
You stare at him.
“You’re acting like this is a real relationship.”
He pauses. Just for a second. Then—
“We should at least make it believable.”
And there it is. The line. The thing that settles into your chest in a way you don’t like. Because it sounds simple. Reasonable. Harmless. And yet, you nod anyway.
“Fine,” you say. “We’ll make it believable.”
You don’t realize, yet, what that’s going to cost you.
—
[CASE FILE — ENTRY 0]
- Status: Initiated
- Relationship type: Fabricated
- Objective: Academic success
- Uncontrolled variable: Not yet identified.
—
You don’t text him first.
This is important.
Not in a meaningful way. Not in a “this says something about you as a person” way. Just in a small, controlled, entirely manageable way that proves you are still thinking clearly about this whole situation.
You are not invested. You are not curious. You are definitely not waiting. Your phone buzzes.
You stare at it for a full three seconds before picking it up, which is, objectively, restraint.
Mingyu: hey
Mingyu: we need to decide what we’re cooking tomorrow
You blink. Straight to business.
Of course.
You: we could just make something easy
Mingyu: define easy
You hesitate. That feels like a trap.
You: something that won’t kill us
There’s a pause.
Mingyu: so not baking
You huff a quiet laugh before you can stop yourself. Annoying.
You settle on pasta. It’s neutral. Manageable. Hard to mess up beyond repair. More importantly, it’s something that can pass as “couple-coded” without requiring actual emotional vulnerability. You tell yourself that matters.
—
[LESSON NOTE 3 — Meal Selection]
- Concept: Familiar dishes reduce performance anxiety in early-stage bonding
- Example: Pasta, rice-based meals, comfort foods
- Your annotation: We are not bonding. We are minimizing risk.
—
Mingyu texts you his address like this is normal. Like inviting someone over for a first “date” that isn’t a date is just tuesday behavior. You show up five minutes late on purpose. Again, control. Again, manageable. Again—the door opens before you can knock twice.
Right. Okay. This is new information. Because Mingyu, apparently, is the kind of person who looks like that in a hoodie and rolled-up sleeves, like he stepped out of a lifestyle vlog you would never admit to watching.
“Hey,” he says, easy, like yesterday didn’t involve you both agreeing to fabricate an entire relationship.
“Hi.”
You step inside and immediately regret everything.
Because his place is clean. Not just clean. Lived-in clean.
The kind where:
- things are in the right places
- the kitchen looks used but not messy
- there are actual ingredients on the counter
This is not the apartment of someone who eats instant noodles five nights a week. This is the apartment of someone who cooks.
“You cook,” you say before you can stop yourself.
He glances back at you, halfway to the kitchen.
“…Yeah?”
You narrow your eyes slightly.
“That feels like something you should’ve disclosed.”
He laughs.
“You didn’t ask.”
That’s fair. You don’t like that it is.
—
[CASE FILE ENTRY 1 — ENVIRONMENTAL ASSESSMENT]
- Location: Mingyu’s apartment
- Condition: Suspiciously domestic
- Implication: Subject is competent in food preparation
- Risk: Increased realism of “relationship”
—
“You can still back out,” he says casually, pulling ingredients from the fridge. “If you think I’m taking this too seriously.”
You lean against the counter. You should. You absolutely should. This is already more effort than you intended to put into this class. This is already crazy.
“I didn’t say that,” you reply.
He glances at you again. There’s something unreadable there. And then it’s gone.
—
Cooking starts… normally. Which is the problem. Because you expected awkwardness.
You expected:
- silence
- forced conversation
- the occasional “so… uh…”
Instead;
“You can chop those,” he says, sliding a cutting board toward you.
You look down at the vegetables.
“…You trust me with a knife?”
“I trust you not to stab me,” he says. “Probably.”
“Comforting.”
He grins. You look away first.
—
It’s easy. Too easy. That’s what you notice first. You fall into a rhythm without trying:
- he boils water
- you prep ingredients
- he reaches for something, you hand it to him before he asks
You don’t talk much. You don’t need to. And that’s new.
—
[LESSON NOTE 4 — Nonverbal Coordination]
- Concept: Synchronization increases perceived compatibility
- Example: Anticipating partner actions without verbal cues
- Your annotation: This is just efficiency. Probably.
—
“Try this,” he says.
You turn. He’s holding out a spoon. You hesitate. Not because of the food. This is a thing. This is a very specific, very couple-coded thing.
“You first,” you say.
He raises an eyebrow.
“You don’t trust me?”
“I don’t trust the situation.”
He snorts softly but tastes it anyway.
“Needs salt,” he decides.
Then, without thinking—without pausing—he holds the spoon out again. You don’t think this time. That’s your mistake. You step forward. Taste.
It’s fine. Good, even. But that’s not what your brain focuses on.
It focuses on the fact that:
- it’s the same spoon
- he’s still standing close
- this shouldn’t feel like anything
And yet—
“…Yeah,” you say, too quickly. “Salt.”
He watches you for half a second longer than necessary. Then turns back to the stove.
“Salt,” he repeats.
Like nothing just happened. You hate that you’re the only one who noticed.
—
[CASE FILE ENTRY 2 — FIRST SHARED TASTE]
- Action: Shared utensil use
- Initiator: Mingyu
- Response: Accepted
- Observed effect:
- Heart rate: not measured
- Awareness: increased
- Emotional neutrality: compromised (minor)
—
“You cook a lot?” you ask, because silence suddenly feels dangerous.
“Yeah,” he says. “I like it.”
“Why?”
He shrugs slightly.
“Feels… productive, I guess.”
You hum.
“That’s a very practical answer.”
“What’s yours?”
“I don’t cook.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It is for me.”
He glances at you again. You hold his gaze this time. Just to prove you can.
—
Dinner ends up, good. Annoyingly good.
You plate it together, which feels like something out of a montage you refuse to acknowledge.
“Wait,” he says suddenly, reaching for his phone.
You pause.
“What?”
“We need photos.”
Right. The assignment. Of course. You almost forgot.
—
You stand next to him. Too close. Not close enough to look fake.
“Smile,” he says.
You do, automatically. He takes the photo. Then another.
“Wait,” he says again.
Before you can ask, his hand lands lightly at your waist. Not pulling. Not forcing. Just, there. Like it belongs. Your brain short-circuits.
“Relax,” he says quietly. “We have to look natural.”
Natural. Right. Of course. This is natural.
—
[LESSON NOTE 5 — Visual Documentation]
- Concept: Physical proximity enhances perceived intimacy in recorded media
- Example: Hands, shoulders, waist contact
- Your annotation: This is purely for the assignment.
—
“Got it,” he says after a few more shots, stepping back like nothing happened. Like your entire nervous system didn’t just reset incorrectly.
You eat after that. Across from each other. It should feel normal again. It doesn’t.
—
“So,” he says eventually. “We should write our backstory down.”
You nod.
“Before we forget what we said.”
“We won’t forget,” he says.
You raise an eyebrow.
“We’ve been fake dating for less than twenty-four hours.”
“I remember,” he says simply.
That shouldn’t matter. But it does.
You leave later than you intended. That’s the last thing you notice. Not the food. Not the photos. Not the way this whole thing is already slipping out of the neat, controlled box you tried to put it in.
—
[CASE FILE ENTRY 3 — SESSION SUMMARY]
- Duration: Longer than necessary
- Outcome: Successful meal, documented interaction
- Anomaly:
- Increased ease of communication
- Reduced perceived artificiality
- Conclusion: The simulation is becoming…
…
You don’t finish that sentence.
—
That night, your phone buzzes again. You stare at it. Less restraint this time.
Mingyu: we forgot to decide our anniversary
You blink. Of course. Of course that’s something you need.
You: you’re kidding
Mingyu: we need consistency
You press your lips together. Thinking. Calculating.
You: today then
There’s a pause. Longer this time.
Mingyu: …okay
Another message follows.
Mingyu: happy anniversary
You stare at the screen. At the words. At how easy that was for him to say. You shouldn’t feel anything about it. You don’t. Probably.
—
[NOTE — PERSONAL (UNSUBMITTED)]
- This is still fake.
- This is still controlled.
- This is still—
You lock your phone. Set it face down. Ignore the way your chest feels just a little too full.
Tomorrow, you tell yourself, will be easier. It isn’t.
—
By the third time you see him that week, it stops feeling like scheduling. That’s the first mistake. The second is that you notice.
It starts, like most bad decisions do, with a message that feels harmless.
Mingyu: we should try something harder today
You stare at it. There are multiple interpretations of that sentence, and none of them feel academically appropriate.
You: define harder
Mingyu: baking
You immediately put your phone down. Absolutely not.
—
[LESSON NOTE 6 — Risk Escalation]
- Concept: Increased task complexity → increased dependency on partner
- Example: Baking (precision, timing, shared responsibility)
- Your annotation: This is a terrible idea.
—
You show up anyway. Because of course you do. Because at this point, there’s a structure to this—something consistent, something predictable—and you’ve always been good at following systems once they exist.
That’s all this is. A system. A controlled environment.
“You’re late,” Mingyu says when he opens the door.
You glance at your phone.
“I’m two minutes late.”
“You’re still late.”
“You sound like this matters.”
“It does.”
You narrow your eyes.
“Why?”
He shrugs, stepping aside to let you in.
“Timing matters in baking.”
You step past him.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know.”
You don’t like that answer.
—
The kitchen looks different today. More ingredients. More bowls. A recipe open on his phone like he’s actually researched this. You stop in the doorway.
“…You planned this.”
He looks up from measuring something.
“Yeah?”
“That feels excessive.”
“We’re being graded.”
You stare at him.
“You keep saying that like it explains everything.”
“It explains enough.”
—
[CASE FILE ENTRY 4 — PREPARATION PHASE]
- Task: Baking (high coordination required)
- Observation: Mingyu exhibits increased investment
- Risk factor: Prolonged interaction, shared responsibility
- Your note: This is escalating.
—
“You can handle the dry ingredients,” he says, sliding a bowl toward you.
You look at it. Then at him.
“You’re delegating.”
“I’m optimizing.”
“You’re bossy.”
“You showed up late.”
You exhale through your nose. Annoying.
—
It starts off fine. Measured. Structured. Logical.
Flour. Sugar. Something that probably requires more attention than you’re giving it.
“Don’t overmix,” he says, watching you.
“I’m not—”
“You are.”
You pause. Look down.
“…Okay, maybe a little.”
He laughs softly.
“Here.”
And then he steps closer. Too close. His hand covers yours lightly, guiding the motion.
“Like this,” he says.
Slow. Controlled. You stop breathing normally.
—
[LESSON NOTE 7 — Physical Guidance]
- Concept: Touch as instructional tool
- Effect: Increased awareness, decreased emotional neutrality
- Your annotation: This is unnecessary.
—
“You can let go,” you say, because you need to.
“Right,” he says.
He doesn’t, immediately. Then he does. A second too late. You step back. He doesn’t comment on it. Which somehow makes it worse.
Things go wrong around the oven. Of course they do.
“Is it supposed to look like that?” you ask, peering through the glass.
Mingyu leans down next to you. Your shoulders brush. You don’t move.
“It’s fine,” he says.
“It looks like it’s collapsing.”
“It’s not collapsing.”
“It’s definitely collapsing.”
He squints.
“…Okay, maybe a little.”
You look at him.
“You said it was fine.”
“I was trying to keep you calm.”
“I was calm.”
“You’re not calm now.”
“You made me not calm.”
“That feels like a you problem.”
You stare at him. He grins. You hate that you want to smile back.
—
[CASE FILE ENTRY 5 — TASK FAILURE (MINOR)]
- Issue: Structural instability in baked item
- Cause: Overmixing (you), optimism (him)
- Emotional response:
- Mild frustration
- Increased interaction
- Conclusion: Failure enhances engagement
—
While you wait for the oven to do something productive, your phone buzzes. You don’t check it. Mingyu does.
“Your phone,” he says.
You sigh, pulling it out. Right.
—
[GROUP CHAT — “this is suspicious”]
Vernon: why are you at mingyu’s again
Seungkwan: AGAIN???
You: it’s for class
Vernon: at night
You: we have schedules
Seungkwan: you’re baking together
You freeze.
Slowly turn your phone away.
Too late.
“What?” Mingyu asks.
“Nothing.”
“That wasn’t nothing.”
You sigh.
“…They think we’re actually dating.”
He pauses.
Just for a second.
“Aren’t we?”
You look up. He’s not smiling. That’s new.
“Fake dating,” you say quickly.
“For the assignment.”
“Right,” he says.
But he doesn’t look convinced. Or maybe you don’t.
—
[LESSON NOTE 8 — Social Perception]
- Concept: External observers reinforce relational identity
- Example: Third-party assumption of romance
- Your annotation: This is getting complicated.
—
The oven dings. You both look at it like it just saved you.
The result is… not good. Edible, technically. But uneven. Slightly sunken. A little too dense. You stare at it.
“…We’re not submitting this.”
“We’re not submitting the food,” Mingyu says.
“We’re submitting the experience.”
“That experience was failure.”
“That experience was realistic.”
You glance at him.
“…You’re spinning this.”
“I’m adapting.”
You huff a quiet laugh. There it is again. That ease.
“Try it,” he says, cutting a piece.
You hesitate. Then accept it. This time, your own fork. Progress.
It’s not terrible. Just, not great.
“It’s okay,” you admit.
“High praise.”
“Don’t push it.”
—
There’s flour on your sleeve. You notice it late. He notices it first.
“Hold on,” he says.
You don’t. Because he’s already stepping closer. Already reaching out.
His fingers brush your arm, then your shoulder, and then your cheek. You freeze.
“…You’ve got flour,” he says, quieter now.
You don’t move. He wipes it away gently. Not quick. Not careless. Just careful.
—
[CASE FILE ENTRY 6 — INCIDENTAL CONTACT]
- Trigger: Visible imperfection (flour)
- Action: Manual correction (touch)
- Duration: Extended beyond necessity
- Observed effect:
- Silence
- Increased tension
- Loss of composure (you)
—
“There,” he says.
But his hand lingers. Just slightly. Your brain is doing something unhelpful. Like cataloguing details.
Like:
- how close he is
- how easy it would be to not move
- how this is definitely not part of the assignment
“You can—” you start.
He steps back immediately.
“Sorry.”
You swallow.
“It’s fine.”
It’s not.
You clean up in near silence after that. Not awkward. Not exactly. Just different.
—
At the door, you pause. You don’t usually hesitate here. You don’t usually think about leaving.
“That wasn’t efficient,” you say, because that feels safe.
Mingyu leans against the frame.
“It wasn’t.”
“We should pick something easier next time.”
“Or we get better.”
You glance at him.
“You’re very determined.”
“We have a final.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
He watches you. Long enough that you almost—
“See you,” you say, cutting it off.
“Yeah,” he says. “See you.”
—
You make it halfway home before your phone buzzes again. You don’t check it immediately. This time, you wait. You fail after ten seconds.
Mingyu: we should probably agree on a favorite dessert
You stare at the message. At how normal that sounds. This is spiraling.
You: why
Mingyu: for consistency
Of course. Always that. You exhale. Type. Pause. Delete. Type again.
You: …chocolate
There’s a pause.
Mingyu: i figured
You blink.
You: what does that mean
Mingyu: you just seem like you would
You stare at that longer than necessary.
—
[FINAL NOTE — PERSONAL (UNSUBMITTED)]
- He notices things.
- That’s inconvenient.
—
You lock your phone. Keep walking. Ignore the fact that somewhere between pasta and a failed cake—
This stopped feeling like a project, and started feeling like something you don’t know how to control.
You start avoiding him. Not obviously. Not in a way anyone could point to and say, that’s the problem right there.
You still reply to his messages. You still show up. You still cook.
Three minutes before answering instead of immediately. Five minutes late instead of two. Standing on the opposite side of the counter instead of next to him.
Small things. Controllable things. Things that should, logically, fix whatever this is. They don’t.
—
Mingyu: we need to do the interview part
You stare at the message. Right. The assignment. The part where you’re supposed to evaluate “emotional impact.” You almost laugh.
—
[LESSON NOTE 9 — Reflective Analysis]
- Concept: Verbal articulation of emotional response strengthens perceived intimacy
- Method: Partner interviews
- Your annotation: This is a mistake.
—
You agree to meet anyway. Because avoiding him completely would be suspicious. Because you’re still trying to do well in this class. Because—
You don’t finish that thought.
This time, it’s your place. Neutral ground. Controlled environment. You open the door before he knocks twice. You don’t give yourself time to hesitate.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
He steps inside like he’s been here before. That’s new. That shouldn’t feel like anything. It does.
You keep things structured. Intentional. Safe. Ingredients laid out. Recipe chosen. Questions pulled up on your phone. You don’t look at him longer than necessary. You don’t let anything linger. You are very good at this.
“Okay,” you say, setting your phone on the counter. “We just… go through the questions.”
Mingyu nods. He doesn’t comment on the distance. That’s worse.
—
[CASE FILE ENTRY 7 — CONTROL ATTEMPT]
- Subject: Y/N
- Behavior: Increased emotional regulation, reduced spontaneity
- Effect: Noticeable shift in interaction dynamics
- Secondary subject (Mingyu): Observing
—
You start cooking. Something simple again. Rice. Stir-fry. Nothing that requires precision. Nothing that forces you into each other’s space.
It works. Mostly. Until—
“What does this dish remind you of?”
You pause.
“…What?”
Mingyu gestures toward your phone.
“The questions.”
Right. You knew that. You just didn’t think about actually answering them.
“Nothing,” you say.
Too fast. Too easy. He tilts his head slightly.
“Nothing?”
“It’s just food.”
“That’s not what the class says.”
“This class also says we’re in a relationship.”
“We are.”
You look up. There it is again. That tone. Not joking. Not teasing. Just certain.
—
“Fake,” you correct.
“For the assignment.”
He watches you. Long enough that your chest tightens in a way you don’t like.
—
[LESSON NOTE 10 — Emotional Association]
- Concept: Food linked to memory, comfort, attachment
- Expected response: Personal reflection
- Your annotation: Not applicable.
—
“You go,” you say, deflecting.
“What does it remind you of?”
Mingyu doesn’t look away.
“Home,” he says.
Simple. Immediate. No hesitation. You blink.
“That was fast.”
“I didn’t have to think about it.”
You look down at the cutting board.
“That’s convenient.”
“It’s honest.”
You don’t respond.
There’s a shift after that. Subtle. But there. Like something’s tilted slightly off balance.
“Who would you cook this for?” he asks next.
You let out a quiet breath.
“This is invasive.”
“It’s part of the assignment.”
“You’re enjoying this.”
“I’m doing the work.”
You shake your head slightly.
“…Anyone,” you say. “Friends.”
“That’s not what you’d write in the report.”
“That’s what I’d submit.”
He steps a little closer. Not enough to trap you. Just enough that you notice.
“What would you actually write?” he asks.
You don’t look up.
“Why does it matter?”
“Because we’re supposed to be honest.”
You laugh. Soft. Short.
“Since when?”
—
[CASE FILE ENTRY 8 — DISCREPANCY]
- Observed conflict: Stated vs actual emotional response
- Y/N: Deflection
- Mingyu: Persistence
- Tension level: Increasing
—
“Okay,” he says after a moment.
You glance up. He’s already turning back to the stove. Like he dropped it. Like it didn’t matter. It does. That’s the problem.
The food finishes quickly after that. Efficient. Clean. No mistakes. No flour on your face. No hands brushing. No anything.
You plate it. Set it down. Sit across from each other.
This should feel better. It doesn’t.
“We need documentation,” you say, reaching for your phone.
Safe. Back to the assignment. Back to structure. Mingyu nods. You take photos. Angles. Lighting. Everything looks right. Everything looks convincing.
“Wait,” you say.
You hesitate.
“Feeding shot.”
You don’t know why you say it. You don’t know why your voice sounds steady. You don’t know why you don’t take it back.
Mingyu pauses. Just for a second. Then nods.
“Okay.”
You move closer. Sit beside him instead of across. Your shoulder brushes his. You don’t move away. This is for the assignment. This is—
“Ready?” you ask.
He nods. You pick up your fork. Hold it out. He leans in slightly. Takes the bite. Normal. Fine. Controlled. Then he picks up his fork. Holds it out to you.
Your breath catches. Just for a second. You ignore it. Lean forward. Take the bite.
Eye contact. That’s the problem. You hold it. Too long. Too steady. Too—
“Good?” he asks quietly.
You nod. You don’t trust your voice.
—
[LESSON NOTE 11 — Shared Feeding]
- Concept: High-intimacy interaction
- Effect: Increased emotional awareness
- Your annotation: This is for documentation only.
—
Neither of you moves immediately. You’re still close. Too close. You can feel it now. The shift. The thing you’ve been avoiding. The thing that—
“Are we still pretending?”
You freeze. The question lands softly. But it doesn’t feel soft. You pull back first. Of course you do.
“Of course we are,” you say.
Too quick. Too sharp.
“Why wouldn’t we be?”
Mingyu watches you. Not upset. Not angry.
Just looking.
“You tell me,” he says.
—
[CASE FILE ENTRY 9 — CRITICAL QUESTION]
- Prompt: Authenticity of relationship
- Y/N response: Immediate denial
- Mingyu response: Open-ended
- Status: Unresolved
—
You stand. Because sitting feels dangerous now. Because staying feels worse.
“We should finish the report,” you say. “We’re behind.”
He nods slowly.
“Yeah.”
He doesn’t argue. He doesn’t push. That’s worse.
You type up notes together. Side by side. Not touching. Not looking at each other unless necessary. It’s efficient. It’s productive. It’s exactly what you wanted.
You hate it.
—
When he leaves, it’s quick. No lingering. No unnecessary conversation.
“I’ll see you.”
“Yeah.”
The door closes. And that’s it.
—
[FINAL NOTE — PERSONAL (UNSUBMITTED)]
- You fixed it.
- You made it clear.
- You put it back where it belongs.
—
You sit at your desk. Stare at the draft report. At the section you left unfinished.
Emotional Conclusion:
You type. Pause. Delete. Type again.
Inconclusive.
You stare at the word. At how wrong it feels.
Your phone buzzes. You don’t want to check it. You do anyway.
Mingyu: you didn’t answer my question
Your chest tightens. You lock your phone. Set it down. Face down. Like that changes anything.
It doesn’t. Because the truth is you did answer. Just not out loud.
And the worst part is you think he knows.
You finish the report alone. That’s how this ends. Not dramatically. Not catastrophically. Not with some grand, cinematic unraveling where everything spills out at once and leaves nothing behind.
Just Quietly. Efficiently. Alone.
—
[CASE FILE — FINAL DRAFT (UNSUBMITTED VERSION)]
- Participants: Y/N & Mingyu
- Duration: Several weeks
- Method: Simulated romantic relationship via shared meals
- Observed outcomes:
- Increased coordination
- Established routines
- External perception of authenticity
- Emotional conclusion: …
—
You leave it blank. You tell yourself it’s because you don’t have enough data. That’s a lie.
You submit everything except that last section. Because technically, it’s optional. Because technically, you’ve done enough. Because technically you’re still in control.
You don’t see Mingyu before the presentation. That’s intentional. You tell yourself it just happened that way. Schedules. Timing. Coincidence. You’re very good at framing things like that.
The classroom feels different today.
Full. Alert. Everyone suddenly cares. There are actual slides. Coordinated outfits. Someone brought matching lunchboxes. You sit near the back. Alone. You don’t look for him.
Other groups go first. They’re fine.
Some are awkward. Some are over-rehearsed. Some lean too hard into the bit, like if they act convincing enough, it’ll count as real. You take notes. Not because you need to, just because it gives your hands something to do.
—
[LESSON NOTE 12 — Comparative Analysis]
- Observation: Most simulations lack natural flow
- Common issue: Overperformance
- Your annotation: Ours didn’t.
—
“Next,” the professor says, glancing at her list. “Y/N and Mingyu.”
Your chest tightens. Just slightly. You stand anyway. Because that’s what you do. You follow structure. You follow through. You don’t think too much.
You walk to the front. Set your notes down. Don’t look at the door.
—
“Hi,” you start.
Your voice is steady. Of course it is.
“We explored how shared meals influence relational development—”
The door opens. You stop. Just for a second. That’s all it takes.
—
Mingyu steps in like he was never not coming. Like this was always the plan. Like you didn’t spend the last few days pretending he wouldn’t. Your grip tightens slightly on the edge of the table.
You don’t look at him. You don’t need to. You can feel it.
“Sorry,” he says to the professor.
She waves it off.
“Join your partner.”
Partner. Right.
He steps up beside you. Close. Not touching. Familiar.
You could continue , you could stick to the script. You could finish this the way you planned; clean, controlled, contained.
Mingyu doesn’t.
“We were supposed to pretend,” he says.
You freeze. The room goes quiet. The professor doesn’t interrupt. Of course she doesn’t. You turn your head.
Just slightly. He’s not looking at the slides. He’s looking at you.
—
[CASE FILE ENTRY 10 — DEVIATION]
- Event: Departure from scripted presentation
- Initiator: Mingyu
- Effect: Loss of control (Y/N)
- Status: Ongoing
—
“We made a timeline,” he continues. “We decided where we met. What we liked. What we’d cook.”
Your pulse is too loud. You don’t like that.
“It was supposed to be consistent,” he says. “Believable.”
A small pause.
“And it was.”
A few people in the room shift. You don’t look at them. You can’t.
“But that wasn’t the problem,” he says.
You inhale. Slow. Measured. Like that helps.
“The problem was—” he glances at you, just briefly, “—it stopped feeling like something we made up.”
Your throat tightens.
—
[LESSON NOTE 13 — Uncontrolled Variables]
- Concept: Emotional emergence beyond simulation parameters
- Result: Loss of objectivity
- Your annotation: —
—
You could stop this. You could cut in. Redirect. Pull it back into something safe. Academic. Contained.
You don’t.
“Food makes things… easier,” Mingyu says. “You don’t have to say everything directly.”
A quiet laugh from somewhere in the room. You barely hear it.
“You can show it instead.”
He looks at you again. Longer this time.
“And I think we did.”
—
Your notes blur slightly. You don’t need them anymore. You know exactly what this is. You just haven’t decided if you’re going to let it happen.
—
[CASE FILE ENTRY 11 — CRITICAL MOMENT]
- Condition: Emotional threshold reached
- Required action: Response
- Y/N status: Pending
—
You exhale. Set your notes down. Your hands are steady. That surprises you.
“We did,” you say.
Your voice sounds normal. That surprises you more.
You look at him properly this time. Not quick. Not careful. Just honest.
—
“It started as a case study,” you continue.
You hear your own words. Feel them land.
“We followed the structure. We did everything we were supposed to.”
A small pause.
“We got good results.”
A few quiet laughs. You almost smile.
“And then—”
You hesitate.
Not because you don’t know what to say. Because you do.
“It stopped feeling like work.”
Silence. Real silence.
—
[LESSON NOTE 14 — Final Conclusion]
- Statement: Emotional intimacy cannot be fabricated without consequence
—
You glance at Mingyu. He hasn’t looked away.
“We didn’t plan that,” you say.
“We didn’t document it properly.”
Another small pause.
“We didn’t control it.”
Your chest feels… Too full. Too tight. Too Real.
“So,” you finish, “our conclusion is—”
You don’t look at your notes. You don’t need them.
“We started as something measurable.”
Your voice softens. Just slightly.
“And ended as something we couldn’t quantify.”
—
[CASE FILE — FINAL SUBMISSION]
- Conclusion:
Emotional authenticity emerged beyond simulated parameters. - Final statement:
We started as a case study.
We ended as something real.
—
Silence.
Then Applause. Not loud. Not overwhelming.
You don’t look at anyone else. Just him.
There’s a moment. Small. Suspended. Where neither of you moves.
You laugh. Soft. Disbelieving.
“Guess that answers your question,” you say.
He smiles. That same easy, familiar smile. But not quite the same.
“Yeah,” he says.
“Guess it does.”
You don’t overthink it this time. That’s new. That’s progress, probably.
—
You step closer. Not for the assignment. Not for documentation. Not because you need a photo.
Just because you want to.
The space between you disappears easily. Like it was never supposed to be there in the first place.
And when you kiss him, it’s not careful. It’s not practiced. It’s not part of any plan.
It’s a little messy. A little uncertain. A little too real.
Which feels Appropriate.
—
[FINAL NOTE — PERSONAL (SUBMITTED)]
- This was never just about food.
—
Later, much later, you’re back in a kitchen again. Different day. No deadline. No report waiting. No reason to be here except you want to be.
Mingyu nudges your shoulder lightly.
“Taste this.”
You glance at him. At the spoon in his hand. At the way this used to mean something else.
You lean forward, taking the bite.
“Good?” he asks.
You nod. This time, when he smiles, it’s not because it’s believable. It’s not because it looks right. It’s not because it fits the assignment.
It’s just real.