( gaon doesn't try to hide this smile, doesn't even think to. there's a thrill of indulgence, of winning a prize he didn't know he was playing for, just drunk enough that the reward feels like something precious he's earned. he curls his fingers around the basket's handle without thinking, leaning in close with a laugh that's more earnest than he means it to be. )
I like you like this.
( he probably wouldn't say it sober, not direct the way he is now. he's watching yohan's face up close, too serious for a second and then he smiles again, eyes glittering in the shop's fluorescents. )
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I like you like this.
( he probably wouldn't say it sober, not direct the way he is now. he's watching yohan's face up close, too serious for a second and then he smiles again, eyes glittering in the shop's fluorescents. )
Ice cream will melt, won't it?