they are probably too interested in watching yuki's thought process about a trip together than eating from the container in their hands. it's not that hajoon is particularly hungry either, they had a full, proper, lunch, though they dig in for another piece of fried chicken to keep him company. a hum, leaving their mouth at the words, they are quick to shrug. "or anywhere else โ maldives, bali, the caribbean..." an open offer really, anything to get yuki out of this prison that he has locked himself in.
as they continue to watch him eat and think about the offer ( there is no outright rejection yet, which is more than hajoon expected. hope continues to rise in their chest ) โย they grab one of the containers still full and hold it out. "spring rolls. c'mon." it reminds them of how they used to share so much takeout food back in the day. usually getting one type each and then splitting it. spring rolls, and how many each would get used to be a topic of conversation. now, all hajoon wants is to make sure yuki eats, no qualms about his share.
a few seconds later, a phone is held towards them, and they look at yuki as if he has grown another head. their own hand, slowly reaching out to grab it, eyes widening when the words set in. "wait โย wait-โย really?" it takes a few seconds of realization before their face splits into a wide smile, beaming at the answer. "hell yeah, kiki!" a nickname they usually used to tease, meant genuinely now. hajoon doesn't let him grab the phone back and leans into the other end of the couch as they look through yuki's meetings. "now that's just criminal-" a couple of taps on the phone, deleting the meeting whoever dared to set on a saturday. they continue to look through them, trying to make the most out of a long weekend. "okay, let's say... from now, you are off until next wednesday. there we go." it doesn't take long to cancel some meetings, and some of them consist of reminders yuki has set up for himself. hajoon is careful with the cancellations, knowing the names of major shareholders enough not to upset that group of people. when they are done, they lock the phone, but don't give it back. "do i have your permission not to let you around anything that can connect to the internet?" an eyebrow raised, still too gleeful about the positive answer. "no notifications, no alarms."