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I didn't know I'd reach a point in life where I would be jealous of a mug.

It's no more weird than the list of things I'm jealous of.

My own scarves, for one.

My scarf, you mean.

It does look better on you, you're right.

That might be a stretch. I've seen it on you.

Different charms.

Though I think it's unfair you have something of mine and I don't have anything of yours.

There might be a sleep shirt in one of your drawers?

( there is. he offers it like it's only a possibility but gaon put the thing there himself before he left, tucked between layers of yohan's shirts, one of the worn-soft t-shirts he'll put himself to bed in. )

( The messaging falls silent for as long as it takes Yohan to go and check, and then a little longer while he sits on his bed and stares helplessly into space, too blatantly aware that he has feelings. )

Possibly the universe should be glad you went firmly into singing, Gaon-ah. Your sleight of hand skills are beyond par.

I left it there for when I stay over.

( except he never intentionally puts his own shirts on when he's going to bed at yohan's, so that's clearly a lie. )