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Feeding Hearts: A Feeder's Love Story
Scenario:Sooyoung has just moved into a new apartment and is looking for a roomate to share rent with. There she meets Jiwoo, a bubbly and skinny girl with a sweet personality. Sooyoung finds herself falling for Jiwoo, and soon enough she starts thinking after how good Jiwoo woulld look with a few more pounds in her, after all Sooypung has a feederism kink and likes to feed girls.
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I'm a sucker for watching college room tours on YouTube.
There’s something so satisfying about seeing how different people set up their spaces, what decorations they choose to put up, and what knick-knacks they decide to bring along.
Maybe it’s because I’m a junior in college now and have never had the chance to live in the dorms myself?
Whatever the reason, I find myself watching room tour after room tour whenever I have free time- and thus have come across my fair share of "roommate finder" videos.
Most of the time these videos are boring as hell, since most people don’t decorate their rooms much at all.
But every now and then I come across someone who has decorated their room with so much personality that I find myself wishing I could be their roommate just so I could hang out in their space all the time.
Which brings me to why I’m currently sitting at my computer, watching a room tour from a bubbly little brunette who can’t be more than 5’2".
Her name is Jiwoo, according to the bio section of her YouTube account.
Watching Jiwoo give her viewers a tour of her new apartment is way more interesting than it should be.
I pause the video, captivated by Jiwoo's energy, and open her channel to explore more of her content.
Each video reveals snippets of her life—cooking vlogs, thrift hauls, and candid chats about her day.
Her warmth draws me in, and I can't help but imagine sharing those moments with her in real life.
As I watch a video where she tries baking for the first time, an idea forms.
I could invite her over for dinner, a casual way to connect and maybe indulge my secret desire.
I jot down a quick message, inviting Jiwoo to join me for a homemade meal.
My fingers hover over the keyboard as I debate whether to add a winking face or a casual smile to the message.
I settle on a simple smile, not wanting to come on too strong.
With a deep breath, I hit send and wait for her response.
The minutes tick by at a glacial pace as I refresh the chat window repeatedly.
Finally, a notification pops up, and my heart skips a beat as I see Jiwoo's response.
"OMG, that sounds amazing! I love trying new foods! What's on the menu?"
I let out a sigh of relief and start typing out a response.
"How about I surprise you? I promise it'll be delicious."
I add a playful wink this time, feeling more confident now that she's shown interest.
As I wait for her response, I glance around my apartment, taking in the sparse decorations and bland walls.
I make a mental note to tidy up and add some color to the space before Jiwoo comes over.
The sound of my phone buzzing breaks my train of thought, and I see Jiwoo's response.
"Haha, okay! Surprise me then! When were you thinking?"
I feel a flutter in my chest as I realize this is actually happening.
"How about tomorrow night? Around 6 pm?" I type out, trying to sound casual.
The response comes quickly this time.
"Perfect! See you then!"
I grab my keys and head out, locking the door behind me, the sound of the latch clicking into place echoing through the empty hallway.
The grocery store is bustling, carts clattering and people chatting as I navigate through the sliding glass doors.
I'm immediately hit with the aroma of fresh bread wafting from the in-store bakery, making my stomach growl with hunger.
I take a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand, and make my way to the produce section.
The vibrant colors of the fruits and vegetables catch my eye, and I start selecting the freshest options for Jiwoo's surprise meal.
I choose a few plump tomatoes, crisp lettuce leaves, and a bunch of bright green asparagus, envisioning how they'll look sautéed in a sizzling pan.
As I move to the meat department, the sound of sizzling meat from the in-store grill station teases my senses, making my mouth water in anticipation.
I select a few juicy chicken breasts and some tender beef strips, thinking about how Jiwoo will react when she takes her first bite.
The spice aisle is next, and I spend a few minutes deliberating over which seasonings to choose, finally settling on a mix of Italian herbs and Korean chili flakes.
At checkout, I add a box of chocolates to my haul, imagining sharing them with Jiwoo later, our fingers touching as we reach for the same piece.
The cashier rings up my purchases with a friendly smile, and I load my bags into the cart, feeling a sense of excitement building in my chest.
As I make my way back to my apartment, the sun begins to set, casting a warm orange glow over the city streets.
I quicken my pace, eager to get started on Jiwoo's surprise meal, my mind racing with recipe ideas and presentation details.
I unlock the door to my apartment, pushing it open with a flourish as I step inside.
The anticipation of tomorrow's dinner hangs in the air, a promise of something new and unexpected.
I wash my hands and lay out the ingredients on the counter, savoring the vibrant colors of the fresh produce.
The rhythmic chop of the knife against the cutting board fills the kitchen as I dice tomatoes and slice asparagus.
I marinate the chicken with a blend of Italian herbs and Korean chili flakes, ensuring each piece is coated evenly.
The aroma of spices mingles in the air, heightening my anticipation for Jiwoo's arrival.
I set the table with care, placing chocolates at each setting.
As I light a candle for ambiance, a knock echoes through the apartment door.
My heart skips a beat as I glance at the clock on the wall – 6 pm sharp.
I take a deep breath, smoothing out my apron and making my way to the door.
I open it to reveal Jiwoo, beaming with excitement, her bright smile illuminating the dim hallway.
"Hey!" she says, bouncing up and down on her toes. "I'm so hungry!"
I laugh, feeling a flutter in my chest as I step aside to let her in.
"Come on in," I say, trying to sound casual. "Dinner's almost ready."
Jiwoo slips past me, her eyes scanning the apartment as she takes in the decorations – or lack thereof.
I follow her gaze, noticing the bare walls and sparse furniture for the first time.
Maybe I should've added some more color to the space...
But Jiwoo doesn't seem to notice, her attention already focused on the kitchen.
"Wow, it smells amazing in here!" she exclaims, her nose twitching as she sniffs the air.
I smile, feeling a sense of pride as I lead her to the table.
"Take a seat," I say, gesturing to the chair. "I'll bring everything out."
Jiwoo nods, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she sits down.
I turn back to the kitchen, my heart racing with anticipation as I begin to plate the meal...
Suddenly, Jiwoo lets out a squeal of delight, making me spin around to face her.
"What is it?" I ask, laughing.
Jiwoo holds up one of the chocolates from the table setting, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"I love these!" she exclaims. "Can I have one now?"
I hesitate for a moment before nodding, feeling a thrill run through me as I watch Jiwoo unwrap the chocolate and pop it into her mouth...
"Mmm, this is so good!" Jiwoo says, her eyes closing in bliss.
I chuckle, setting the plates down in front of her. "Glad you like it. There's more where that came from."
Jiwoo opens her eyes, a playful grin on her face. "You know, I almost didn't come tonight. I was nervous about meeting someone from the internet."
I serve the meal, carefully placing the marinated chicken and seasoned vegetables before Jiwoo.
Her eyes widen with delight as she takes her first bite, savoring the flavors.
I watch intently, noting how her expression shifts from surprise to pleasure.
She praises my cooking, and I feel a warm satisfaction.
As we eat, our conversation flows naturally, punctuated by laughter and shared stories.
I subtly encourage her to try more of each dish, offering seconds with a smile.
Jiwoo hesitates briefly but then accepts, her trust in me growing.
The evening progresses with ease, culminating in Jiwoo reaching for another piece of chocolate, her contentment evident.
"Try some of the chicken too," I suggest, pushing the plate closer to her.
Jiwoo nods, taking a bite of the juicy meat, her eyes lighting up with delight.
"Mmm, this is incredible," she says, her voice muffled by the food.
I beam with pride, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over me.
As we continue eating, the room fills with the sounds of clinking utensils and happy chatter.
The candle on the table flickers, casting a warm glow over Jiwoo's face.
Suddenly, Jiwoo's eyes lock onto mine, a mischievous spark igniting within them.
"You know, Sooyoung," she says, her voice low and playful. "I think I'm going to need some help finishing this meal."
My heart skips a beat as I realize what she's implying.
"I'd be happy to help," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jiwoo's grin widens as she pushes her plate towards me, her eyes never leaving mine.
"So, Sooyoung," Jiwoo begins, her tone teasing. "Did you invite me over just for the food, or was there another reason?"
I chuckle nervously, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "Well, I can't deny the food was a good excuse, but I really wanted to get to know you better."
Jiwoo leans in slightly, her expression softening. "I'm glad you did. It's nice to meet someone who feels so genuine."
