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It’s almost like he can see the smile in her words, or is it the emoticon. It’s definitely the emoticon. But he’s wearing one of his own, one that reads pride mostly for not having done anything wrong—or read something wrong. 

Something like that. Still, at least he’s not holding anything suspicious when he gets out and goes for the kitchen. To look for what—for his mother of course. Jinri mentioning banana milk gave him an idea that he has to put to good use. He does find his mother in the kitchen, she’s always supervising everything.

"Mom, my one and only, the most precious mother of all times." He’s saying that, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his cheek against hers and he knows that she knows. He wants something.

"Can I have some banana milk?" He asks when she gives him the look that says spill, and really she makes the best ones, clearly he’d rather have them homemade than have to buy some that wouldn’t do the trick at all. Although Haerim’s ultimate favourite is the strawberry one. 

But then she’s wearing a frown, that says she’s suspicious of what his intentions are, “Is it for you?” 

"Of course!" Best course of action is to not hold eye contact for too long, because she’s moving around the kitchen and Haerim proceeds to hop on a free counter even though she gives him a reprimanding look but she lets him be anyway. He then pretends that the texts he has to send is the most interesting thing ever just to avoid the eye contact. Avoid the eye contact and his soul will not be revealed to his mother’s expertise on discovering everyone’s secrets. 

There’s a frown etched onto his features, wondering exactly what the difference would make. He just has to give it to her though, she has the weirdest train of thoughts. A bit odd, now she’s admitting to wanting to try it out anyway, or is she. All the last message reminds him ,is that he’s been heavily distracted away from his studies too. In fact the book laying on his lap is being discarded and he’s thinking about the offer. 

[ m s g ]→ jinri: I think it wouldn’t make a difference, burritos or doritos, still weird. 

But then again, what is there to think about? He’s getting tired of studying as well. Stealing a bottle out of his father’s office wouldn’t hurt. Even though he will have to do it without his mother catching on and then inquiring about where he’s going-so he has to be fast. 

It’s only as he’s past the door to the office and holding a bottle of vodka in his hand with a grin that reads success on his face that another thought strikes him. Maybe she didn’t ask for an alcoholic drink, it would make sense, considering—yeah, considering that. 

His laughter is a bit too loud, catches his mother’s attention when she walks by the couch, holding what looks like a flower pot. It makes her stop and has Haerim craning his neck to look up at her, best innocent expression plastered on his face. 

"What are you doing?" She ask, not buying into his expression one bit but he just gives her grin and then waves at the book on his lap.

"Studying, mom, studying, unlike someone else that you should go bother." His hand’s pointing towards the stairs, selling out Hyeri most likely but it’s a good trick, it always work. Worry more about the troublemaker, leave the nice people alone.

But at least he can focus on texting back, fact is if his mom ever learned of who he is currently talking to, she would ask lots of questions—that’d most likely lead hi to tell the truth because he doesn’t like lying to her. And as it is, she’s too up to dates with every news that passes on the tv. Since she has literally too much time on her hands. 

Studying, the worst part of actually continuing his studies. Although, he took it half seriously, half jokingly, because he still had to not get stressed over any of it. Or it will ruin it for him. He’s distracted out of it though, with the vibration of his phone, so he’s reaching over to get a hold of it where it was sitting next to him. There’s a quick smile on his face at seeing the name on the screen. But then, then there’s a clear chuckle that turns into a surprised laugh. Not so surprised, he should stop being that at least. 

[ m s g ]→ jinri: because they’re not supposed to, I am pretty sure. how many have you had?

But then there's an idea that slides in the second he makes to let his phone on the side and resume his studies. It's with a grin that he quickly adds. 

He let his eyes skim across the messages, a small smile settling on his features as he quickly made to reply.

[ m s g ]→ jinri: Don’t worry about it, and no I didn't, I'm down atthe cafeteria now but I’ll go and check to see if I can find it.

Besides that she even was the one reaching out to him first instead of the other way round? It had him feeling better about the guilt this plan was tripping him right in. He just had to keep telling himself he was doing this for a good reason, someone had to do it and it was worth it because she was actually asking him to help her now.

It was also a good thing he was down at the cafeteria and would only need to go upstairs to the library. He wasn’t sure where she was sitting though, maybe ask her that as he made his way out of the cafeteria.

Venturing, venturing. Being found, escaping and venturing again. She just let her feet guide her. Sneakers seeing as heels didn’t seem to fit her style today. Neither did pants, yes she walked around with shorts and a large t-shirt, if anyone would look twice she’d look like your average gal. Hands threaded through her hair, hazel eyes glancing around to see what entertainment she could take in before she was found again. That’s when a figure popped up in front of her—- where the hell did he come from. “Excuse me?” These words are murmured so she can get a gist of his own. “Sure yeah, you’re not gonna ask me to come into a van with you to hear it are you? Can I request one or are you gonna play one? Just a heads up, I’m pretty low on cash.” She didn’t really have pockets to carry them at the moment.

There were a set of emotions that ran through him at her words, not exactly sure if she was kidding or not about the van part, pretty sure it was a reference to a kidnapping plan. Did he look that dangerous? He didn't think so, but then again how other people saw him was different from how he saw himself. Still he shook his head, to rid himself to the words and also to let the grin return on his face.

"There's no van involved and no money involved, I don't need it but if it's a request you want there'll be a bit of walking." Haerim let himself go back to what he left on the ground, picking up backpack and notebook before standing once again to face her.

Not at all, of course, it wasn’t that he doubted the fact that if she was bringing him into the equation, it meant it was sure to be safe. Hopefully so, He didn’t really feel at ease about the whole idea of being at her place when it wasn’t because he needed to be patched up. 

Even if, he was at ease with her. It was comfortable but still a bit tight at some part. Every relationships or friendship needed that moment, didn’t it? H was sure it did, at least for Haerim it did. Unlike Hyeri, he didn’t just become friends with people because they had the same interest, or same hobbies or same work. He could know people for years and still not feel at ease with them at times.

Not everyone could be a social butterfly. “Says the one who knows all about my manly failures.” But then, cracking a smile with that he let out a sigh afterwards, deciding to just trust her on this. Try to at least. 

In his hands, Haerim toyed with the helmet that would have to be slipped back on his head at one point. Once he’d be ready to head to the track and get inside of the car that still had to be ready for the race. It wasn’t a race per say, just a sort of hobby that he’d wanted to try for awhile now. 

But his mother always had an excuse to stop him from doing so. In a sense it was good that he had a sister who knew how to get him alibis and lie to their parents in his place. A small grin stretched his lips at that, shaking his head at the question as he finally made to look up at where it came from. 

[ x ]

                  No, she didn’t

"Sure, you do."

Despite his remark she ended up just drinking as it is and that just had to make Haerim snicker a bit at her words afterwards. He might have been a second too late to actually mention the fact that she probably should have mixed it first. Haerim held up his own cup, the same order as hers, straw inside he started turning it to make the drink have an even colour.