The Quelling

"Hi Yuri!" you call out, letting yourself into Yuri's apartment.

"Hey oppa!" Yuri's seated on the floor, dutifully reading a large stack of papers on her coffee table.

"What's this, your next contract?" you joke, hugging her from behind.

"No it's my script for my next show!"

"Wow that's good, you have a lot of lines then."

"Yeah but, I just came from the reading, and the director's not happy."

"Why not?"

"They say I have to act more frustrated, more angry."

"Just imagine Chaewon is teasing you or something."

"That's what I usually go with but it wasn't enough, they wanted more in the reading."

"Yeah? What can we do then..." You pinch her cheek. "Jo Yuri more like Jo Guri!"

"Yah!" She slaps your hand aside. "That's it, no more sex for you!"

"No more sex for me? That means no sex for you too!"

"Well I have to act frustrated anyways, might as well be frustrated because I'm not having sex."

"What? No!" you exclaim. "Come on, I'm sure there's other ways to get frustrated."

"Nope, this is the way I'm going to choose, hmph." Damn it, you recognize Yuri's tone, the one where her mind is made up, and nothing you say or do could change it, even if it is of no benefit to her either.

"Are you sure? How long is your filming?"

"A few... weeks? A month at least," Yuri trails off, realizing the error of her ways—she wasn't sure she could go that long without sex.

"No touching yourself too, that way you'll be properly frustrated. Are you sure you want to do that?"

"O-Of course, don't need you to tell me that, that's a given!" she barks, already regretting her words. But no, she's too prideful to take them back. "Fine! FINE! At least cook me dinner if you're going to fuck me over like that!"

"I was going to do that anyways!"

"Raargh!" Yuri lets out a cute roar of frustration as she disappears into her bedroom. You know she's more angry at herself than you, letting you bait her into a stupid agreement she won't renege on. You just let her stew on it as you take stock of what's in her fridge—dinner is going to have to be instant ramen with a side of kimchi. Or you could just order.

"Yuri-yah, I'm going to order, you have nothing in the fridge, what do you want to eat?"

"Whatever!"

"That's not a cuisine." You know this will trigger her.