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odds and ends ; ft. @hrsejun !

the first time seungwoo had met sejun was one he’d never forget. a single glance at the items splayed upon the counter brought about countless of questions in seungwoo’s head. what could a high schooler possibly be up to with all of these things? as a mirae department store clerk, though, seungwoo was taught not to question customers. the customer is always right, so the motto went. and so he’d refrained from it, right until around the fourth time sejun had come around. in his arms, and then onto the counter, were even more random items that seem to have no connection between them whatsoever. seungwoo had let curiosity get the best of him, which was just as well, because it’d led to the friendship he’d maintained with sejun to this day.

today marks a milestone in sejun’s asmr youtuber career, and possibly seungwoo’s as well. the food spread out in front of them is bountiful, the aroma pricking seungwoo’s nostrils and making him impatient to start eating. he waits, though, for sejun to finish setting up his filming equipments before touching any of the food. seungwoo sits, cross-legged, consciously holding himself back from reaching out to grab one of the fried chicken pieces on the table.

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From the beginning, Sejun’s channel had been focused on simple triggers. For years, he had been doing videos with tapping and scratching on various items, with the occasional video featuring other things. Slime tends to be a favorite, he’d noticed. It has gained him a moderate following — people seems to enjoy what he’s doing. However, lately he’s been wanting more variety in his content. More specifically, he’s been considering ASMR mukbangs, something that seems to be of rising popularity today. 

And that’s where Seungwoo comes in. Their friendship had started out in an unexpected way, with the older being a store clerk at the store Sejun had gone to when starting out his channel. The seemingly random collection of items such as different types of bottles, leather and wooden items had eventually made the clerk start asking questions. In a panicked state of embarrassment, Sejun hadn’t known what to do other than to tell the truth. 

Unexpectedly, that had been the beginning of a friendship. Being the only one who knew about his YouTube endeavors, Seungwoo has been there with him as his channel has grown over the past few years. And now that the older had launched his own channel, Sejun felt like the least he could do was to help promote it. What better way to do that than by including his friend in his first ever mukbang? 

“No, not really,” he tells his friend as he finishes setting up the equipment. The room is filled with the scent of fried chicken, and Sejun can feel himself growing hungrier by the second. “I mean, maybe a little bit,” he admits, turning his attention back on Seungwoo. “But I’m not nervous about this video. I mean, I’ll just be whispering. I doubt anyone will recognize who I am from that. It’s not like they’ll see any more of my face than they already have.” He shrugs. “It’s more the fact that I’ll be promoting you, and I’ve been in videos on your channel. People might make the connection.” 

His gaze moves over the table in front of them, lingering at the food. That chicken looks really crispy, it’s distracting. Shaking his head to get his mind off it, he goes over the equipment again, checking that the mics are all in working order, as well as making sure not too much of their faces is shown in the viewfinder. Thankfully there’s not too much of a height difference between them, making the set up easier. 

“I don’t know if anyone I know actually watch my channel, though. And when I think about it, I don’t even know why I’m so insistent on keeping it a secret from most people. I mean, there are weirder hobbies. I’m just scared of judgement, I guess.” It’s not something he’d admit to just anyone, but fearing judgement is something he struggles with in multiple areas. “Anyway, I think everything’s ready for us to start, if you’re ready.” 

「✉➝ the loser who keeps texting me」 …okay maybe you got me there 「✉➝ the loser who keeps texting me」 damn it now i feel a tiny bit bad unu 「✉➝ the loser who keeps texting me」 i’ll come for the food then! 「✉➝ the loser who keeps texting me」 …and maybe you 「✉➝ the loser who keeps texting me」 see you in a few minutes? unless you need more time for some reason

It’s been a relatively quiet evening at work and Daehyun has been enjoying it. Sure he likes it when the place is packed with people and he doesn’t have a second to breathe because he has too many orders to prepare, those nights are always fun and he wouldn’t give them up for anything, but he also likes it when it’s just music playing and people coming over to sit at tables (or the bar) to talk and dance if it struck their fancy. It leaves him with enough time to chat with the regulars while he makes sure that everything is well stocked behind the bar.

He’s cutting limes and laughing at a joke a customer just told him when he notices someone sitting at the very end of the bar. “Excuse me gentlemen,” he tells them with a grin, placing the small knife down on the chopping board and wiping his hands on the small towel he keeps at the waist of his apron before walking over to the end of the bar. He’s sure that the customer must have chosen this spot, hoping not to be seen, but Daehyun has been working here for a while now and he’s made it his mission to always notice everyone that’s coming to the bar, if only just to help him offer the best customer service he possibly can.

As he comes closer, he realises that he’s seen this face before. He rakes his brain, trying to remember where because between university, all the party he attends, his job and all the friends of his roommates visiting the house, that is a lot of face to go through. But then it hits him. He’s seen this guy hang out with one of his roommates before. He smiles softly as he finally comes to an halt in front of the other boy, ready to ask him what he would like to drink, but he doesn’t have the time to formulate anything before words are spilling from the other boy’s mouth.

His smile transforms into an amused one, he can’t help it, and he lets out a soft chuckle, putting his hands on top of the bar and leaning closer. “Indeed, it seems to be quite past your bedtime,” he teases, because he knows the other isn’t much younger than him, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to pass by the bouncer at the door. “But since you are here, might as well make it so that you have a good time? What would you like to drink?” He hopes that his teasing will be enough to ease some of the tension he can see in the way the other is holding himself up.

Sejun lets himself relax slightly, some of the tension going out of his shoulders. There’s a weak smile given briefly at the older’s teasing, though his gaze still stays focused somewhere else, the embarrassment still clear on his face. He’s starting to feel stupid for having reacted the way he did. Daehyun working at this bar meant he was the last person who was about to judge him. 

Still, he can’t ease the sense of discomfort he’s feeling. Another person knows his secret now. Or, well, he hasn’t explicitly stated anything, but it’s fairly obvious why he’s there. Especially after the way he reacted to seeing a familiar face. Up until now, the only person he’s told is Junjae. Even that had been horrible. Even though they’re best friends, and Sejun knew there would be no judgement from the younger, actually telling him had been nerve-wracking, as the fear of being viewed differently had still been present. 

Apart from that, no one else knows. Not any of his friends, nor his family. It feels wrong, almost, for a mere stranger to be in the know. Because that’s what him and Daehyun essentially are — strangers. They don’t know each other as much as they know of one another. Though, maybe Daehyun knowing is exactly what he needs. The older is someone who barely knows him, has barely had enough exposure to the younger to form an opinion of him. Hopefully. Maybe with Daehyun there is no reason to fear being viewed differently. 

“I don’t know...” he answers quietly, finally daring to spare the older a glance. Truthfully, Sejun has never had alcohol before, save for a few sips of wine offered by his parents or older siblings. He doesn’t think that counts, though. “I don’t really drink. Is it lame to go to a bar and order a diet coke?” He lets out a chuckle, attempting to lighten his own mood. 

          EXCITEMENT THRUMS LIKE MULTIPLE DRUMS UPON HIS skin, keeping him warm even in the blanket of a winter night. he hops a bit at the doorsteps while waiting for his friend to reach the door. somewhere, sometimes and the boy does not even know when this happened, the two of them became inseparable. two peas in a pod.

           that may be an exaggeration in the long run of things but leaning on the other figuratively had become quite easy. for junjae he has always lived his life being the sun, the brighter one, the one with the flare but for the first time he’s met someone else who has had more of a penchant for the dramatics. he enjoys it.

❝ – hey! oh, that’s alright, completely alright, ❞ junjae’s mind does not fully pay attention to what is unfolding before him. suddenly coated with warmth he shivers from the change in temperature now all the more focused in making his way inside. ❝ – snack wise…we’ll make do with what we got and movie wise… ❞

           junjae drifts off, distracted once again from his thought. this time not by the warmth of the house but by the embrace of his friend. he easily returns it then once it’s over the boy plucks his thoughts from the clouds above him and bringing it down to string into sentences. 

❝ – i have some movies on my phone if you want to connect it to your tv? ❞

The older leads his friend into the living room, where he had finished setting out all the snacks he bought mere seconds before the younger’s arrival. The house around them is quiet, empty save for the two boys. Sejun’s parents are out of the house most of the time, both for work and social gatherings with other influential families. He doesn’t know what they’re doing tonight, but he must admit, he had stopped caring a while ago. His family’s social status had never been much of a concern for the boy. 

Despite being short on time, the table was filled with a bountiful assortment. He doesn’t think running out will be a problem. “I think we’re okay on the snack front,” he tells the younger, grinning. “You know nothing will stop me from going all out when it comes to food, Junnie. Oh, and I have food in the kitchen if you want anything of, you know...” There’s a pause as he glances at the table, filled with things that are nothing but bad for you. “Want anything of actual substance.” 

Sejun finds a seat on the couch, beginning to dig through the wide assortment of snacks he’d bought. Finally deciding on a packet of tteokbokki crackers, he leans back, ripping the bag open. He’s quick to stuff his face with them, the day filled with activities leaving him hungry. Forgetting to eat was easy when he has other things on his mind. 

「✉➝ the loser who keeps texting me」 the “last option” is hurt right now 「✉➝ the loser who keeps texting me」 how are you going to fix my well-being? unu 「✉➝ the loser who keeps texting me」 will you treat me to food? 「✉➝ the loser who keeps texting me」 because then maybe….i’ll go… 「✉➝ the loser who keeps texting me」 i haven’t eaten all day