crooked.

Taecyeon was doing some grocery shopping, his eyes were stick to the list to but that he might have taken the wrong cart. He pushed it along the alley until someone tapped his shoulder which made him turned his head to that person. “Yes?”

Yang liked to leave grocery shopping until the very last minute - he was too busy to deal with it most of the time, but today, he'd filled his cart up with his usual amount of vegetables and fruit, the one thing he seemed to thrive on. But as he turned around, he found his cart being walked off with. "Ah-- hey!" he said quickly, tapping the man's shoulder. "Hey, man, that one's mine." But his voice wasn't hostile - he offered the man a smile, giving him the benefit of the doubt that it had been an accident.

"I agree. We were definitely made for each other - two assholes, takin' the world by storm. Gotta admit, though, that kinda gave me a weird mental picture." He shot the other man a grin, reaching a hand back to rub the nape of his neck. "Sungjoon? Pleasure's all mine, man. Hey-- You wanna go out and do somethin'?"

[ text ; 火災 ] i mean vodka, i can get anywhere. these shoes... are really nice

Hey you. I saw you checking me out. Why don’t you come a little closer so I can look into your eyes and use my powers of mind control to tell you to drop your pants and bend over?