he looks at him with a bit of a gleam in his eyes, almost like he’s holding back a laugh. “i’d like to see someone try and catch me,” yujin mumbles, and wraps his arm around his chest a little bit more securely, the irony of the situation not lost on him. underneath his shirt, and covered by his jacket, there’s a small bundle, moving around every second or so. in terms of disguises, it’s not the best that he’s ever thought up, but it’s the best he could do on short notice.
he pats the bundle quietly and hushes it under his breath, using his free hand to grab his wallet and slide out his credit card to pay for what he’d ordered— an iced coffee, a cup of water, and whipped cream. on the side.
and it could be that he’s just the type of guy to want his whipped cream on the side, but he stares at the worker for an extra second with wide eyes when the lump under his shirt tries to push through his collar and he coughs and adjusts, taking back his credit card and quickly putting away his wallet so he can address the situation with two hands.
he moves and hopes that kijung is following, at least, as he tries to angle himself against a wall so it’s not as obvious what he’s trying to hide underneath his shirt, while still appearing nonchalant, like he’s waiting for his coffee order like everyone else milling about in the shop.
“look, i couldn’t just leave him there. he’s just a puppy, and he didn’t have a collar, and he kept making these whimpering noises and so. i took him,” yujin’s whispering, shifts a bit and blows air up from his mouth to get the several strands falling into his eyes out of the way so that he could see a little better.
“i’ll feed him, put up posters to see if anyone’s looking for him, but— he was just so thin when i found him, i don’t think anyone has been taking care of him. so he’s better off with me anyways. even if i am bringing him into this establishment that does not allow pets,”
yujin isn’t sure if he’s trying to convince kijung or himself at this point, the small puppy curled up against his chest incredibly well behaved for being hid behind a shirt and a leather jacket. he’s stopped shaking, though, so yujin considers it a win, patting him gently over the cotton as they wait.
looking to kijung, his eyes shine a bit underneath the warm light. “and you won’t.. turn us in, will you? we’re both too young to be on the run,” he says, a slight pout to his mouth, and a small, responsive whimper from the bundle cradled against his chest.
normally, kijung probably wouldn’t say something. he isn’t known for being particularly helpful, more likely to leave others to their own devices, especially these days, if they aren’t someone he treasures (and those people are rare.)
it’s just that kijung, even for as cold as he is, is an animal lover, and it’s easy enough to guess what the other male is up to. well, maybe it’s not a helpful comment so much as it is a sarcastic one, though it could be. if kijung notices, after all, it’s a warning that anyone else could as well. then again, kijung could smell the dog as soon as the man walked into the coffee shop with it.
he watches as the man somehow manages to order something even with a puppy in his jacket, and kijung uses it as his excuse to exit the line without ordering anything. there’s nothing for a vampire at a cafe after all, and if he pretends he’s simply accompanying this man with a glaringly obvious dog against his chest, it makes matters easier for him too.
kijung doesn’t really need to be convinced of why one would pick up a lost puppy, because he knows he would do the same. bringing him into an establishment that doesn’t allow pets? unlikely. he can’t imagine coffee would be worth the risk and the trouble, not being able to drink it aside. “why didn’t you just wait to get coffee?” he asks flatly. “how are you even going to carry everything?” he realizes that question might backfire as soon as it leaves his mouth. something like a you can carry it! and yes, kijung can, but...this wasn’t on his agenda for the day. he wanted a peaceful afternoon of reading and people-watching in the corner of a cafe he frequents, not to be part of some undercover puppy rescue mission.
kijung suspects turning the man in won’t be necessary, and that he’s already found out. what’s an employee to do, however, other than ask him to leave? and kijung doesn’t think that’s a bad option. he’d probably prefer it, actually. “you aren’t helping him having him around so many people.” he won’t turn them in, though. that much is probably obvious; if he wanted to he would’ve already. well, he still could if this guy gets on his nerves.