when the antares guys were conceptualising their booth for yeonchella, yikyung was one of them hollering in approval of a kissing booth. (he was also part of the collective that audibly groaned when they were told the volunteers could only give out cheek kisses. bo-ring.)
as much as he enjoys a good kiss, he isn't envious of the athletes that were coerced into laying one on all these people standing in line under the scorching sun. whew, summer ain't his favourite season for a reason. (would very much rather spend his winter nights snuggling in a warm pair of arms.)
he won't lie, it is fun watching some of them mask their grimace every time they lean it for a reluctant peck. save for a couple of charitable souls who were really doing it to raise funds, he's convinced no one actually wants to be behind that booth.
fortunately, the antares guys weren't fazed by the not-so-subtle death glares shot their way whenever an athlete clocks in for their shift. (thank god those athletes were confined behind the booth—some of them look like they could knock them out with a light punch, and probably would, if the booth hadn't drawn in such a large crowd.)
it was all fun and games until a certain wide-eyed athlete showed up for his shift. suddenly, watching yeonhwa's finest athletes pucker up wasn't so fun anymore. yikyung can't tell if it was the heat getting to him, or the way kangmin's line was growing by the second — either way, he was no longer enjoying himself.
he reaches into the donation box and fishes out a crisp 5,000 ₩ bill, hopping right into kangmin's line with the stolen buck. for one, he doesn't carry any cash around. for another, he isn't actually doing it for charity.
STOLEN / @dumpsteroracle
