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         when jonas had returned to the kitchen, the last thing he expected to see was someone else digging into his meal; so, confusion plagued his expression as he stared at the other. “ sharing my food with me? ” he started, saccharine smile pasted onto his mouth. “you really shouldn’t have, dude. that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. ”

       rina doesn’t know what makes him think that she wants a taste of what he’s having, it’s not like she’s that desperate to stare at someone’s food long enough that they had to offer her some. “you don’t look that happy though,” she tells him, heads towards the fridge to take out a carton of orange juice, only to pour it into a glass before taking a sip. turning to face the male again, rina asks, “do you prefer me to go around telling the whole world that you’re an asshole then?” she doesn’t really need an answer, but it’s funny to think about.

as hansol’s presence moved closer, seunghoon could feel his breath hitch with anticipation. however he kept himself composed, keeping a keen eye on the movement taking place inches away. “there’s always alcohol in the fridge…” voice trailing off, seunghoon felt sly fingers play at his shirt, eyes dropping down to spot pouty, plush lips (irresistible lips at that). clearing his throat to speak, his arm began to snake around hansol’s small waist, bringing him closer to this chest. “we can stay here, or go out — i don’t care. i’ll do whatever you’d like to do.”

minah is silent, finishing her tea, before she places the mug firmly down on the nearest surface. folding her fingers into each other, she places her palms on her lap before laughing. “ i’ll take that as a compliment, however, your insult i will not. “ the girl rises to her feet, adjusting her shirt once she’s standing and folds her arms over her chest. “ for your information i work with food, and happen to be a pretty damn amazing cook. “

she pauses, a grin washing over her face. “ come on, i’ll show you. “ minah extends her hand out, offering it for him to drag him over to the kitchen.

hansol starts with the cock of his head, turning it quizzically as he contemplates the chance to quickly dismiss the offer minah was now making. he considers staying seated, finishing the stolen meal and rolling out of the share house for the rest of the day; but what fun would that be? opportunistic, hansol allows his grin to mirror hers, his own hand accepting what was offered as he follows her lead. “i’ll give you one chance, to prove me wrong  ---  ”

( erin ): ._.

( erin ): oh

( erin ): youre actually listening    oh

( erin ): well basically my aunt wants me back home

( erin ): Now and she’s sending all of her mf Hounds after me and all of her fancy cool shitty ladies keep trying to set me up with their cool shitty fancy sons but i dont want to go back ?? at all!!!!!! and  i keep getting messages from people, that, mind you, i dont even know !!  and they’re trying encouraging me to go back n i just dont need this right Now .

( erin ): so you can see why im a little upset

( erin ): thank u for coming to my TED talk nest week ill be discussing biscotti

( hansol ): wasn’t it obvious? i always listen

( hansol ): give me ur aunts number and i’ll tell her i’m ur fiance and you aren’t going to leave any time soon

( hansol ): that’ll get her to pull the hounds back

( hansol ): at least, it will for a lil while

( hansol ): it’s not like she can force you to leave, anyway

( hansol ): our little erin is staying!!

instead of replying to his comment, seunghoon hummed, not bothered enough to voice his own opinion. no matter what hansol thought of him, he’d only hope it’d be positive, he cared too much to leave a poor image behind. “you’ll be with me though, and i’m responsible enough right? i’ll keep you out of trouble.” he laughed, taking a moment to roll up the sleeves of his white button up shirt. “i’ll buy you as many as you’d like to order — pick the location and i’ll drive us there.”

( erin ): taking my sorry back

( erin ): you know what

( erin ): for that

( erin ): i think you REALLY need to know whats going on in my life rn  

( erin ): like every single detail

( erin ): ready ? :D

( hansol ): you didn’t need to say sorry in the first place

( hansol ): i was only teasing you 

( hansol ): so go on then, spill the beans

“you read me so well, don’t you?” he couldn’t disagree, he’d be lying if he tried to say otherwise, and seunghoon had always been an honest man. “why don’t you let me escort you to this meeting then? i’d be more than happy to drive you, or walk with you.” following pursuit, he stood up and shrugged his blazer off, throwing it over his shoulder. tomorrow was hours away, and despite being a patient person seunghoon couldn’t wait that long, even if hansol was only throwing a joke to be humorous. “we could go for a drink before it starts, my treat?”

( erin ): you are truly so nice hansol

( erin ): that was sarcasm ._.

( erin ): sorry  its like

( erin ): stuff

( erin ): idk im just

( erin ): sorry dhjjf

( hansol ): i’m nicer than you ;P

( hansol ): stuff...

( hansol ): right...

julian’s hands are crossed over his chest as the other male oh so kindly offers to share the meal in front of him,   moving to place one hand on his chin taping as if in deep thought.      “   that doesn’t happen to be the takeout left by the entrance,   was it   ?   ”      he knew because he left it there after answering the door announcing the delivery to the house,   no one seemed to reply,   but the thought of maybe pranking the other seemed like a fun thought.      julian was bored enough.

“ simple enough. weird guy has a food cart, weird guy sells food, you think weird food is good food and then you buy said weird food, you eat weird food, you get sick from weird food. “ her glare has changed slightly, smugness replacing it. minah sits herself down on seat next to him, “ awe, how come you don’t wanna share with lil old me ? “ she pouts, almost feeling hurt by the words but she quickly shrugs it off. “ i’ll remember this the next time i’m cooking and you try and steal leftovers. “

“maybe, but do i really want to feed your ego more than i already have?” it was rare to find seunghoon in such a playful mood, especially when he was home from work after a long day. that was the kind of effect hansol had on him, no matter how tired or worn out he was, the eldest of choi’s would find a way to bring a smile to offer. “i get by, at least i try to anyways.” eyes darting to observe hansol’s tongue, watching as it slid across his pouty lips, seunghoon could feel his own teeth softly biting his lower lip. “i’m here now aren’t i? would it be selfish of me to have you all to myself now?”

raising an eyebrow, minah stares over, an almost glare prominent on her face. “ thanks for your ever so kind offer but i’ll pass, i don’t tend to share food from people, especially not knowing where it’s come from. “ she shakes her head as her fingers wrap around the warm mug in her hand. she didn’t trust strange food, not knowing where it came from - it was something her grandmother had taught her when she was younger, pre-falling out. “ no offence but for all i know, you got it from some weird guy on the street and it’s old. “

leaning back into his chair, shoulders slumping forward to relax, seunghoon took a deep breath and sighed contently. hardly ever did he let himself feel like he could laze around — there was too much going on around him, and stepping back for a few seconds could jeopardize anything (at least that’s what he believed). however around hansol, he could feel that weight he’d carry around all day lift away. mischievous in every way, yet gravitating in many aspects, seunghoon couldn’t help but be drawn by the character in front of him. “a saint? is that what you’re calling yourself now?” he laughed, opening his water bottle to drink away the cottonmouth he’d been struggling with from dehydration. “i wouldn’t go as far as saying longing, but i couldn’t stop thinking about seeing you —” cutting himself off into silence, he reconsidered his words and smiled a little wider than before. “well, i guess you can call it longing, yeah.”

seunghoon stared with suspicious, teasing eyes, and instead of accepting the offer to snack on something he shook his head no; taking a seat across the familiar face with a warm smile. “tempting, but i already had a heavy lunch, though i do appreciate the hansol being so charitable.” clearly joking, seunghoon let out a few dry chuckles, voice tired from his long day at work. “how are you? any new trouble you’ve caused?”