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though once yideun throws the straw on the table, chan finally catches up. kind of. âahâ youâre right! climate change is so important! itâs happening everyday!â he replies, almost choking on his words at first from how out of the blue it all is. but well, though chan might not be someone in drama or theater, but he does know his dramatics. âand here i am! in air conditioning! using straws!â
âi am part of the problem!â he stands up abruptly. his date looking at them both with wide eyes as chan reaches out and grabs hold of yideunâs wrist. âcome on, kiddo! we gotta get back to it, and pronto!â
chanâs a little slow on the uptake, but he catches up and thatâs all that matters. yideun steels his expression, only nodding his head gravely when chan finally musters up the nerve to speakâsomething something climate change.Â
itâs legit though. climate change is for reals happening and yideun spites the human race every day for it. heâd chuck his amazon rainforest killing iphone in the trash if the act wasnât performative because society demands heâs accessible. fucking stupid, if anyone asks him. he canât wait to retire to an idyllic and isolated life in the mountainside as soon as he drops out of university.Â
oh, wait. what was happening? oh, rightâoperation save chan hyungâs ass.
âyouâre party of the problem too,â he adds, pointing at the girl (no offense to the girl, but plastic straws in this day and age? clearly she doesnât watch enough youtube to give in to the influencers who think metal straws are not only environmentally conscious but also super sexy, which simply isnât what straws are made to beâsexy, that is), proceeding with an âiâve got my eyes on youâ gesture before chanâs yanking him out of the cafe. âTHINK ABOUT THE FUCKING TURTLES,â he manages, before heâs officially not within appropriately audible proximity.
and now theyâre outside and probably trying to get away from the cafe, where the poor girlâs wondering what sort of deep, irreversible harm sheâs inflicted on the environment (answer? many).
âokay, let go now,â yideun says, shaking his wrist. itâs hot as fuck outside and he doesnât even like human contact when itâs cold, aside from when he's inflicting physical harm on joowon when jousting for the last of the instant noodlesâat which point, itâs not a matter of donât like or like (which would probably make it a kink), but a matter of survival. âyou can transfer the 50k whenever.â he pauses. âmake it 60k, actually. adding a fat manwon as emotional reparations for hating the environment. just say you hate sea turtles and go.â














