( It's nice in a way he had not anticipated. Usually Yohan gets annoyed when alcohol is involved - not specifically in Kim Gaon's case, though they have certainly had their differences - but this seems fine, a little more fun, strangely freeing. The rain is cool, his belly is warm, the man beside him is smiling. He likes it.
He likes too, the buzz of the convenience store when they step in. Yohan immediately reaches for a basket, because he's not about to juggle things against his damp clothes. He hooks it over his arm as he follows Gaon, hovering perhaps a little too close by the fridges. It's outside of what they usually does, which means he finds himself pressing past boundaries, chest a hair's breadth from Gaon's shoulder as he peers into the contents. )
( just drunk enough that his balance wavers, a hint of a sway forward and then back, especially as he glances at yohan for confirmation. it closes that little space between them, the solidity of yohan taking up space, and gaon reaches for the strawberry, plucking it off the shelf to pass it over. he likes whatever this feeling is, the normalcy of it. like everything isn't several degrees of complicated.
he grabs two of the banana milks for good measure and passes them both to yohan as well, barely waiting until he's taken them to move further down the drinks cooler. )
Do you know what Elijah likes? What about a pouch drink?
( and an ice cup, hello, that's fun. he's already picking a can of milkis out and something grape flavoured because why not? )
( Does he know what Elijah likes? When has he ever brought her to a convenience store? Maybe in the early days traipsing between hospitals. Before people started to get too close, ask for too much. She liked sweet things then, cheery soda pops, brightly packaged candy. Yohan doesn't know now.
So he hums, too near Gaon's ear, deliberately shrugs. )
Pick something for her. She'll like whatever you bring.
( there's a frisson of something through him, the tiniest little shudder at the intimacy of it. he's close like this with soohyun, it's not an unfamiliar thing, but it's different with yohan, a boundary crossed, permission granted. he leans into yohan as he carefully places each of his cans into the basket, shoulder to shoulder, and then laughs as he uses him as leverage to push away again.
the freezer with the ice cups is near the front. gaon picks one out, and then a second for good measure, and then a third with a long look back down the aisle towards yohan. a collection of drink pouches then, too, something red, something blue, something he's not entirely sure of but the packaging looks promising. fun things. bright things. he finds yohan again to add to his basket, more demand, less permission. )
( He's clearly not bothered, extending the basket a little so that Gaon can place his items in. The bottles roll around a little before it returns to resting at his hip, Yohan staring more at Gaon than any of the other contents of the fridge. There's a very specific light in his eyes, uncommon fondness. )
Are we having a party?
( Only ever so slightly teasing, but he turns to move away from the fridge and escape down the aisles, only stopping to look at the ramyeon with a mischievous smirk Gaon's way. ) Ah, I think we're all stocked up. But if we don't bring Elijah a sweet treat as well as her burger she might kill us in our sleep.
( too literal, polite about it. he trails behind yohan, attention bobbing between him and the snacks on the shelves. a bag of shrimp crackers, a box of chocosongi, turtle chips -- the things he and his friends might have picked out when they were younger. he draws up alongside where yohan's looking at noodle options and he adds his stuff to the basket just to pull a pack of chapaghetti off the shelf, and then --pointedly -- spicy buldak fire noodles with a grin. )
( He pulls a face, a little incredulous twitch of his lips. )
I know for a fact she couldn't.
( It's huffy, playfully childish, the poutyness of a Kang Yohan usually reserved for the quiet of their house. ) Are you doubting my tolerance, Kim Gaon? Tch. Put it in.
( He will stoically sweat through it. )
What next? Remember we still have to go for those burgers.
( 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. )
( It takes him aback. For how close Gaon is watching him he'll see it land, a shifting tidal wave of strange feeling across his features before he scoffs out a laugh. )
If you sober up by the time we get home I'll tell you where I hide my secret stash. But yes, it will melt.
( But he'll keep winding his way through the aisles until he finds something else that catches his attention, or he runs out. Whichever comes first. )
( gaon watches him go, quietly satisfied with whatever that look was. smug, too, the way he has to fumble his phone out of his pocket just to distract himself from being too pleased. he considers for a moment and then sends elijah a quick message telling her to request milkshakes with her burgers before he finally follows after yohan. )
I want a sweet potato. ( they're usually up by the counter anyway, a note to tell him. ) But I've got everything I want if you do?
( He doesn't need anything, no. So he just shakes his head, begins making his way to the counter, stopping dutifully when he gets to the produce. Then he pauses, merely looking at them. )
I don't know how to tell if they're good or not.
( Gaon would, and so Gaon can be in charge. He'll just watch. )
( he trails behind him, pleased, and then slowly confusion furrows his brow as they both study the produce, gaon's shoulder bumped pleasantly against yohan's. he's not entirely sure what they're looking at, or what's meant to be good, and then reason catches up to him and he casts a quick look at yohan's face. )
You don't get out much, do you?
( maybe not enough time spent trawling through convenience stores in his youth. he bumps their shoulders again and leads yohan further on, to the warmer at the front counter. he uses the tongs to pull one out -- hot, slow roasted -- and bags it and then a second one for good measure. )
aaaaaa cute / my bad there's never been any hot sweet potatos in the videos i watch 😔
( The casual shoulder bump does enough to lessen a little of the embarrassment that he's feeling, momentarily flustered before he gives it up to trail after Gaon to the warmer. He takes the bag from him either way, puts it in the basket, eyes bright. )
All right, any other convenience store mysteries you're ready to impart, or is this it?
( His wallet gets plucked free from his blazer pocket, stepping closer to Gaon as he lets a gaggle of high schoolers past. There's a funny little smile on his lips as he glances the other man's way, eyebrow lifting in amusement. )
I don't think you're ready for anything more complicated yet.
( he doesn't move for a moment though, caught up in whatever this is. the look on yohan's face. whatever that smile is. something warm washes through him that's not not the makgeolli, but is something else, too. affection maybe. there's something good in this moment that he wants to breathe in and breathe out before he has to shake himself out of it with a laugh. he pushes yohan towards the cashier instead. )
Take care of this, would you? ( he's sweeping past yohan with a smile, leaving him behind to pay. ) I'll be outside. ( breathing fresh air under the awning, past the sensation in his chest, too big and dangerous to name. )
( Quiet laughter follows Gaon's hasty retreat, but Yohan joins the forming queue at the cashier and lets him go, sneaking a glance or two at his retreating back. It doesn't take long, he comes outside within a few minutes, swinging the plastic bag in his loose grip, the rain a refreshing burst as he steps out. )
All right, we should go before Elijah gets irritated with us and starts boobytrapping the house, mm? ( Setting off back the way they came, all the way to the car. He tips his face a little as they walk, into the downpour, handing Gaon the bag as they reach the vehicle, fishing his keys free. ) Don't drink my banana milk.
( they'll be damp for the ride home. it's fine, gaon is in the right mood for the rain and there's something......... romantic doesn't feel like the right word, but there's something in the air that feels warm, especially when he glances across at yohan who isn't trying to duck away from the rain. it feels easy. right. he likes whatever this all is, quiet and unassuming, the way he likes them all around the dinner table eating.
more of this in his life and he'd be content, actually.
he takes the bag without complaint and lets himself into the passenger seat once the door is unlocked. he busies himself with rearranging the hot things away from the cold inside the bag, and then leans across the center console as yohan starts the vehicle, his eyes bright under the fall of his fringe. )
( It feels frivolous. It feels life-altering. Yohan holds Gaon's gaze for a moment, the rain pelting off the car, and does not resist the urge to smile at him. )
All right. ( Quiet, easy. ) But take me with you next time.
( To begin with. Out to the bar. Waste less time where Yohan has to track him down. That's all he says on the matter though, starting the engine, ready to peel them out of the street on their way to collect what they need before they go home. )
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
He likes too, the buzz of the convenience store when they step in. Yohan immediately reaches for a basket, because he's not about to juggle things against his damp clothes. He hooks it over his arm as he follows Gaon, hovering perhaps a little too close by the fridges. It's outside of what they usually does, which means he finds himself pressing past boundaries, chest a hair's breadth from Gaon's shoulder as he peers into the contents. )
Pass me a strawberry one.
no subject
( just drunk enough that his balance wavers, a hint of a sway forward and then back, especially as he glances at yohan for confirmation. it closes that little space between them, the solidity of yohan taking up space, and gaon reaches for the strawberry, plucking it off the shelf to pass it over. he likes whatever this feeling is, the normalcy of it. like everything isn't several degrees of complicated.
he grabs two of the banana milks for good measure and passes them both to yohan as well, barely waiting until he's taken them to move further down the drinks cooler. )
Do you know what Elijah likes? What about a pouch drink?
( and an ice cup, hello, that's fun. he's already picking a can of milkis out and something grape flavoured because why not? )
no subject
So he hums, too near Gaon's ear, deliberately shrugs. )
Pick something for her. She'll like whatever you bring.
( The perks of being her favourite. )
It's too late for anything with caffeine though.
no subject
the freezer with the ice cups is near the front. gaon picks one out, and then a second for good measure, and then a third with a long look back down the aisle towards yohan. a collection of drink pouches then, too, something red, something blue, something he's not entirely sure of but the packaging looks promising. fun things. bright things. he finds yohan again to add to his basket, more demand, less permission. )
no subject
Are we having a party?
( Only ever so slightly teasing, but he turns to move away from the fridge and escape down the aisles, only stopping to look at the ramyeon with a mischievous smirk Gaon's way. ) Ah, I think we're all stocked up. But if we don't bring Elijah a sweet treat as well as her burger she might kill us in our sleep.
no subject
( too literal, polite about it. he trails behind yohan, attention bobbing between him and the snacks on the shelves. a bag of shrimp crackers, a box of chocosongi, turtle chips -- the things he and his friends might have picked out when they were younger. he draws up alongside where yohan's looking at noodle options and he adds his stuff to the basket just to pull a pack of chapaghetti off the shelf, and then --pointedly -- spicy buldak fire noodles with a grin. )
I bet she could eat more of these than you.
no subject
I know for a fact she couldn't.
( It's huffy, playfully childish, the poutyness of a Kang Yohan usually reserved for the quiet of their house. ) Are you doubting my tolerance, Kim Gaon? Tch. Put it in.
( He will stoically sweat through it. )
What next? Remember we still have to go for those burgers.
no subject
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?
no subject
If you sober up by the time we get home I'll tell you where I hide my secret stash. But yes, it will melt.
( But he'll keep winding his way through the aisles until he finds something else that catches his attention, or he runs out. Whichever comes first. )
no subject
I want a sweet potato. ( they're usually up by the counter anyway, a note to tell him. ) But I've got everything I want if you do?
no subject
I don't know how to tell if they're good or not.
( Gaon would, and so Gaon can be in charge. He'll just watch. )
just go with it ok i like it it suits
You don't get out much, do you?
( maybe not enough time spent trawling through convenience stores in his youth. he bumps their shoulders again and leads yohan further on, to the warmer at the front counter. he uses the tongs to pull one out -- hot, slow roasted -- and bags it and then a second one for good measure. )
aaaaaa cute / my bad there's never been any hot sweet potatos in the videos i watch 😔
All right, any other convenience store mysteries you're ready to impart, or is this it?
( His wallet gets plucked free from his blazer pocket, stepping closer to Gaon as he lets a gaggle of high schoolers past. There's a funny little smile on his lips as he glances the other man's way, eyebrow lifting in amusement. )
no subject
( he doesn't move for a moment though, caught up in whatever this is. the look on yohan's face. whatever that smile is. something warm washes through him that's not not the makgeolli, but is something else, too. affection maybe. there's something good in this moment that he wants to breathe in and breathe out before he has to shake himself out of it with a laugh. he pushes yohan towards the cashier instead. )
Take care of this, would you? ( he's sweeping past yohan with a smile, leaving him behind to pay. ) I'll be outside. ( breathing fresh air under the awning, past the sensation in his chest, too big and dangerous to name. )
no subject
All right, we should go before Elijah gets irritated with us and starts boobytrapping the house, mm? ( Setting off back the way they came, all the way to the car. He tips his face a little as they walk, into the downpour, handing Gaon the bag as they reach the vehicle, fishing his keys free. ) Don't drink my banana milk.
no subject
more of this in his life and he'd be content, actually.
he takes the bag without complaint and lets himself into the passenger seat once the door is unlocked. he busies himself with rearranging the hot things away from the cold inside the bag, and then leans across the center console as yohan starts the vehicle, his eyes bright under the fall of his fringe. )
Do this again with me.
no subject
All right. ( Quiet, easy. ) But take me with you next time.
( To begin with. Out to the bar. Waste less time where Yohan has to track him down. That's all he says on the matter though, starting the engine, ready to peel them out of the street on their way to collect what they need before they go home. )