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You promise not to sell them?

I am always looking for more ways to get richer. You might have to risk it.

Hmm. I'm not sure.

( but yohan gets a photo a minute later anyway eyes closed, forehead resting on his fist, fingers in a heart. maybe only yohan could recognize the fond exasperation at the corners of his smile. )

10,000,000 won at least.

But ah, maybe it's priceless. I'll have to keep it.

Send me one back.

( He's not quite wound down for the day but he is at his house, and so his photo comes still in his work clothes minus the tie, hand held up in the same heart, the other holding a coffee mug to his lips so that the only hint of his smile is at the lifted edge over the rim.

Coy, amused. )

An even trade?

( silly, how little it takes. the distance is really taking its toll. )

The money I would pay for this picture, Judge Kang.

A good thing I'd give it for free then.

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. )