( 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. )
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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. )
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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?
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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. )
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( 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. )
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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.
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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.
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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. )