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This is cool.
Things are going well, very well actually, if anyone is sane enough to ask him at this moment. He has himself a pretty, gorgeous boyfriend who brings him to the nursery and buys potted plants once a month. The kindest parents (sort of) though he would never risk the world not less than his mother’s all time homemade peach flavoured pie and friends! Amazing, wonderful friends who has given him endless support and smiles. Plus, he gets spoiled with an insane amount of money by the end of the month but only if he does his job well. That includes handling his guns well (literally).
Except one major thing.
“Hyung,” a hand reaches his leather jacket, a bit of a goosebumps within the situation they are facing, “Are you sure you heard that right?”
“Yes, I am!” he tugs the notes out loud, not loud enough for others to hear.
“Well,” the other hisses, “How sure are you?”
“A hundred percent that—”
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“Yup,” Three harsh, loud noises shoot out of nowhere. Probably from the side and that has to be a bullet from a huge gun somewhere. In the midst of the crumbling calmness of shopping their fears away, Kai reaches forward for a neon lighter. Where did he even get that anyway? “We are definitely getting robbed.”
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About three hours earlier…
Yeonjun has locked up quite a bunch of good memories for Christmas. Once, he was 13 when he discovered that skiing was treacherous but he caught up with the slides quickly and gained another new skill. There is one during freshman years—he held his high spirits and smiles then winter breaks creeped in. So, off he went with his friends to a nearby hot spring and laughed the cold away. Another one was when he almost burnt the whole kitchen off because he wanted to give his mother a freshly baked delicacy.
Hence, yeah, maybe one could say he has the brightest smiles during winter though his younger years. Now, he is almost 29 and it’s either surviving your worst nightmares through heaps of written reports by the nearby clock or hand in your reports early as ever. And as risky as his career is, Yeonjun chooses the former which ends up with him staying up extra late before heading to his shared home with his boyfriend. Speaking of lovers,
“Hey, babe,” he passes the stamped papers, “Did we get any updates on the Gusan Couple?”
Soobin, who was typing, paused, with small wrinkles on his forehead. The upcoming lieutenant test must have taken a toll on him which brims a thought that maybe they should have gone to more dates. But, within the upcoming festive seasons, more celebrations, more gatherings brings possibly more crimes hence they’d have to sacrifice their little leisure time and make space for resting.
“Precinct 47 emailed me yesterday,” he flips through pages, “and it seemed like both of them are held to more trials.”
“More trials? I thought this was an open-shut case?” he questioned after looking through the reports. Hell, he never expected the reports were going to be decked and grew into more than ten pages length.
It was too vivid for him to drain it away. The rainy seasons, hundreds of puddles on the roads and they were afraid their disguise as workers by the nearby wet markets were not efficient enough.
The Gusan Couple were tracked down months ago with scrapes of finished ink markers spent on drawing out their plans and ideas. The pair who never quitted on drug trading, operated in their small warehouse with lines of cocaine planted in their garden. So much for surrounding yourself in the greens. One odd day when the summer rain had finally stopped, they finalised their steps and shot their shot. Their team managed to catch the pair yet the process afterwards had taken way too much of the time.
“Mhm-hm,” Soobin notes, “Turns out they took some lives out to uphold their little business and one of the victims is rumoured to be the son of a mayor.”
“No way.” he sighs. Great, more paperwork. He’s not sure whether happiness is the definite emotion he should be feeling right now.
Don’t get him wrong—Yeonjun loves his job. Absolutely would never trade it to another profession. He would catch bad guys and strike a cool pose for the press anytime but the aftermath of the whole show stopping actions followed by the hottest catchphrases ever as he handcuffs the criminals? Pathetic, Horrible, never should have applied to the law.
He sighs again.
“You’re okay?” soft, a hand reaches him, his eyes move to Soobin with concern washed all over his face. The love of his life.
Yeonjun intertwined their fingers, “Yeah, I’m okay.” A smile lurks over their faces.
“I know things are stressful right now. I mean, it’s Christmas, we should be out there decorating our trees, watching movies and I don’t know, hanging socks together but, well.” the sentence dies down with a silent pain layered over the stacks of papers being arranged over their desks. There isn’t much space left and he bets it would bend over the weight of these heaps of reports.
“Hey,” He looks Yeonjun right in the eyes, with the perfect amount of enthusiasm and care. Is this love? “As soon as we are done with these, we are buying the best chicken and cakes then maybe we can cook some meals by ourselves. Then, we can stop by your mother’s house? I know how much you love spending your breaks with her. How does that sound, babe?”
Maybe it is.
Yeonjun takes their intertwined hands then pours a soft kiss over it with wider smiles coming after. “I’d like that.”
“Good. Besides, we can unwrap the gifts at your mother’s and it’ll be so much fun!”
Something hollow echoes in his mind.
Right, gifts.
What is Christmas being the season of jolly without its silly gift-giving sessions? Which reminds him to list down names and the gifts bought by him respectively. Has he forgotten something? A name? A present? The delivery dates? No, that’s monstrosity. Yeonjun doesn’t forget things easily. His mother even once said that he owns the strongest memory ever despite almost failing all of his tests during school before heading to police academia. Think, Choi Yeonjun, Think!!
He hadn’t realized the long pout on his face as he tried his best to recall the names of his close friends before, “Hyung!” someone approaches him, “Shit, did I bother your moments of being Seoul’s most favourite couple ever’?” the other asks while eyeing both him and Soobin.
“No, you didn’t,” Yeonjun takes a few steps away from his desk. The more he stares at it, the more pressure he’s facing. He wraps his arm around the other’s shoulder, “Why? Did the jerks from downstairs finally cave in and give us the lounge area?”
“Nope.”
“Oooohhh, did you spot a lead for the recent theft case?”
“None of that. I just came over to give you this.”
“What’s this?” Yeonjun takes a glance over the stapled bag.
“Your Christmas gift, duh.”
He takes a closer look at the wrapped gift. It’s quite a large bag for a gift, sort of heavy, almost as if it’s tied over together. “Mind if I shamelessly open this right in front of you?”
“I kind of expected that actually. Go for it, boy.”
A small snicker follows after as he unwraps it, “Holy Crap, what the,” his eyes couldn’t believe over what’s being held on his hands, “Beomgyu, this is the 1939 Marvel Collection. I thought they cost like millions?”
“Pfft, it was only 11 million won,” he deadpans. Did Yeonjun ever mention that his longtime friend also appears to be one of the richest people he has ever met? This notion could have ended in a good or bad note. “Oh, but this is just a teaser of what’s about to be delivered to your house soon. I reckon, two weeks?” Beomgyu seems to be giddy with the joyful season.
“Beoms, you didn’t have to.”
“Nonsense, it is my sole duty of prospering our friendship of seven years.”
Seven years. Seven whole years of having Beomgyu as his closest friend at the precinct, the one who initiated the conversation during their academia years, gave him the last piece of sandwich during their limited breaks and they have been partners solving for countless cases since then.
They have stuck together through muddy training sites, unlocked a bomb in a closeted room and swear to an oath to never pick a fight over each other’s habits. Somehow, in the midst of that journey, Yeonjun had claimed that he would take a bullet for this friend of his and Beomgyu probably would do the same.
“Thanks, buddy.” he grabs Beomgyu over a brief hug with his chin on the other’s shoulder. It feels warm.
“Where’s mine?”
“What’s yours?”
Beomgyu broke the hug first, with a smile that never left his face. “Where’s my gift?”
Choi Beomgyu. Gifts. Giving. Choi Beomgyu. Gifts. The precinct walls are starting to lose their colour. Behind his puckered up smile on his face, God knows how much his insides are fiddling through their shreds of proof whether he has bought Beomgyu’s gift.
Did he click the ‘buy now’ section? Did he approve the payment? Did he make sure that every name scrambled is crossed? Maybe this is why they say organizations are crucial. “Ah, who am I kidding, it must be on its way.” Beomgyu slings over his brown bag and continues, “Well, whatever it is, I can’t wait, hyung.”
Did he just realize that he might have forgotten to purchase a Christmas gift to his longtime best buddy with seven years worth of friendship?
“Right.”
Yeonjun is so fucked up.
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“What was I thinking?” he cries out.
If Yeonjun could pull all of his unhealthy strands out, he would. If there is a nearby bar with their freshest makgeolli, maybe he would drop by for a sip. Maybe he then would agonise over how terrible a friend he has become. Alas, the only thing he could offer is to sit in this petrifying state at their sinking storage room which is starting to look like a forest with desks and shelves of papers. “I am the worst friend that has ever existed.” he cries out more then realises, “Wait, why are you not saying anything?”
“You said you needed silent support."
“I didn’t mean that literally, jerk. You could have just said something, like no, hyung, you are not the shittiest friend ever ,” Yeonjun grabs a water bottle that has been half-full drinked. God, how come he feels thirsty when he has gulped down the guilt and remorse of the non-existent gift to his best friend.
“Okay, look,” the other tries to shift his attention. It’s somehow working, “So, you forgot to buy him a gift for this one time. Suck it up then. Life’s a shitty drainwhole and maybe that’ll teach Choi Beomgyu some of the worst life lessons. And possibly—”
“Kai, it’s not working.” the older cuts him quicker than the water in their precinct sink.
“It’s not?” Kai breathes out.
“No,” he breaks another sigh, “Christmas gifts mean everything to him. I can never not give him something for this Christmas. It’ll crush him.”
“How bad can it be?”
“Terminating. It’ll be the most horrible consequence you will ever see in your life that you wish you’d spare him a small gift.” he lets out the absolute truth with no sense in his eyes.
“That bad?”
“Remember that one time he couldn’t make it into the list?” Yeonjun adds, which earns a nod (asking for help) from Kai. “The whole next week, he ended up coming to the office with the gloomiest face, headphones banging the loudest punk music ever, black jackets, eyeliner and not even a word with us unless it’s for office purposes?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Yeah, this is going to be worse than that.” There is silence eering the whole narration after, as if the scene Yeonjun explained earlier comes from some sort of a fairy tale except there are no fairies and pixels. Only sadness, gloomy clouds and a heart-broken boy.
“That’s it, we are buying him a gift.” Kai commands like it’s a mission.
“But, how? All of the Christmas items online must have sold out and I have no money left.”
“Like at all?” the younger tilts his head in pure curiosity.
“I’m kidding, that was just another exaggeration of mine.”
Kai rolls his eyes, “Whatever, we can go to a department store. I’m sure they still have loads of gifts there. Bags, perfumes, lightbulbs and teddy bears, anything. They basically never close and are my eyes lying or is it true that you’re googling for the top 10 best department stores in Korea?”
“No.” Yeonjun whispers while silently hiding his phone away. Poor little guy.
“Yeah, well, there’s one by three blocks around our area. If we go there now, maybe we can spare more time on searching for the good ones and you can save the precinct’s lives.”
“Wait, what about you?”
“What about me?”
“I mean, don’t you want anything in return? A gift or something. Sorry, I hate to be someone in debt.”
“I’m good.”
“You sure? Not even a—”
“Fine, I want a picture of sweaty Taehyun with his white, short sleeves rolled up after he’s finished with his gym sessions. No, you know what? Have those two. And make sure he is smiling in either of the two photos. Deal?” Kai remarks but Yeonjun swears he could spot the slight bloom on his cheeks as the said name is mentioned.
Everyone in the precinct basically has figured it out. It is so sweet and slightly embarrassing of how blushed and flushed Kai could be whenever Taehyun is mentioned. In daily conversations, team discussions and even when they need Taehyun in the group chat room, Yeonjun could sense the smile lurking from Kai’s face. Such a goner.
This one time when Beomgyu asks him to look up through each detective’s profile online and since Kang Taehyun is the first profile spotted, Kai’s tone completely changes As if the dark, cold room for the cybercrime department has grown their healthiest cherry blossoms and tulips. All dainty and romantic.
“Deal.” Yeonjun seals. The plan is bound to be set and all they need is to have Choi Beomgyu out of their way before making their attempt to the department store. They both then quickly exits the storage room to gather their coats and keys until Sergeant Hwang announces,
“Alright, team. It’s officially the beginning of our winter break. I want all of you to spend your lovely Christmas with your loved ones, and I better not see a single message nor a phone call from anyone.” She takes a steady look at every member at the office. “My wife almost killed me when Detective Lee called me at least 30 times in a row.”
Dong-hyuck jokes, “I called you one time. My ass dialled the other 29.”
“Anyhow, happy holidays and no phone calls!” says Sergeant Hwang. The last, brief team gathering has ended. Yeonjun spots Kai from a distance then eyes him a signal to begin their first move. Now, it’s showtime.
FIRST MISSION: AVOID CHOI BEOMGYU AT ALL COSTS
For some unexplainable reasons, Beomgyu never fails to forward his daily tasks to their chat rooms.
Despite the countless apologies and reaffirms, Today, Beomgyu, once again, had sent him on the duties the younger is assigned to. It’s 10.30 p.m. which means he must be located at other departments, possibly checking files of reports or newspapers for the cases they are assigned to. That would be secure enough for them to launch their mission without having themselves to be seen from Choi Beomgyu.
If only they were careful enough to—
“Hey, YJ!” their eyes widened upon hearing that voice. This is worse than a sound of a dropped bomb. “Wanna grab some quick Americano?” No, NOO, NOOOOO! How can they be so careless? Beomgyu has 30 minutes left before he’d pack his things and prepare to leave the precinct. Did he change his mind about the schedule? “ Then, we can plan out the new homicide case.”
Whatever Yeonjun has to do, he must offer a trustful smile, “That sounds wonderful, Beomgyu but I can’t.”
“Oh? Why so?” ABORT-ABORT
“Hyung and I are off to a department store to grab something.” Kai, who’s now beside Beomgyu, tries to ease the storm. ABORT-ABORT-ABORT
“A department store? In this economy? What are you, slipping yourself into some cheap gifts because you forgot somehow?” The younger guesses correctly. Damn it, Choi Beomgyu, how can you become so sharply intelligent? God bless you and your spontaneous mind. Silence works out as a truth poured over hence Yeonjun could only stay quiet. Beomgyu asks more, “Damn, who’s the unlucky bastard?”
There was an ache crawling down his brain as he tried to load another thought to throw but all he could think of is a filthy lie. Mom, do forgive him for this terrible sin he’s about to commit. Oh well, he lied to his mom about that one cram class he attended. Another lie as a 29 year old man won’t hurt a bit.
“Soobin.” he flips a random name.
“Soobin?!”
“Yeah.”
“You know what, you can give him whatever you give me.”
“Really? Then will you be okay with not receiving gifts this year?”
“Oh no, I would die out of depression.” Beomgyu exhales another dramatic yet true response.
Kai tries again, “How about—”
“Me following you two to the store and spending some quality time with my best friend? You are so right for that, Kai! Hold on, let me get my coat.” Their main target of the mission cuts through Kai’s words without a single lingering moment and runs off to the elevator.
“I didn’t say that.” the youngest presses his lips.
FIRST MISSION: ABSOLUTE PATHETIC FAILURE
Now they’re both fucked up.
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It took awhile for Beomgyu to grab his things which means there are still seconds and milliseconds to storm their brains out for a new mission. In times like these, where heavy tension follows them around, Yeonjun, as the eldest, should first offer a sense of calmness.
Kai breathes out, “WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW?” Okay, that didn’t work out.
“I DON’T KNOW! WOULD YOU PLEASE CALM DOWN?”
“HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN THE FATE OF OUR PRECINCT'S LIVES LIES ON YOUR GIFT WHICH FOR THE RECORD, I DON’T SEE NO GIFT.”
“FUCK, NOW YOU’RE MAKING ME SCARED, KAI!”
“WELL, YOU SHOULD BE HYUNG BECAUSE WE ARE ABOUT TO SEE ANOTHER VERSION OF BEOMGYU AND I DON’T WANT TO WITNESS THAT.” There was pain, torture and a shit ton of shaking in Kai’s voice over this magnified situation.
Yeonjun then draws Kai’s face and squeezes them together. Maybe that will shift his attention and sanity. “Kai, lis-listen to me, okay?” a pause, “I bet that Beomgyu is now on his way reaching for the elevators, and it’ll take one minute for him to make sure his things aren’t falling off while he’s pressing the buttons. Then, it’s five minutes to reach our floor added with his solo humming to a song which makes up seven minutes as a whole before coming up here. Seven godly minutes. We have that much time to build up another plan to buy his gift so you better think of something because tick tick tock, Kai.” Yeonjun breathes out.
There was a slight moment of silence accompanied with ringings of phone calls by the desks and colleagues chatting by the kitchen area.
“You can stop squishing my face now.” Kai mutters, face still mashed
“Right, sorry.” Yeonjun lets them go with a thought of how well-structured Kai’s face is.
Maybe it’s the tough working over the years or Kai has grown up into his features, leaving the short, adorable, chubby cheeks behind. Now that he realises it, when did this kid grow up so tall?
“Was that you imitating Soobin earlier?”
“Did it work?”
“Nope, he’s cool and you’re not.” Kai deadpans.
This brat, “Fine, then what’s the new plan? I only have money and passion right now.”
“Okay, so we know how Beomgyu is someone who owns a short amount of attention span?” the younger initiates then earns a nod from Yeonjun.
“Well, what if we get to his mind and distract him while you get yourself the easiest yet best gift for him? Let’s see, vinyl records, mom perfumes and something warm?”
“I get it but how are you going to distract him?”
“I was thinking—”
“A mind control machine which you will transport into his brain cells and possess the full capacity of his brain power?”
“Hyung, you watch too many movies.”
Yeonjun almost lets out a loud gasp. In the back of his daily dose of motivation, he always reminds himself that there is no such thing as too many movies. “That’s offensive.”
“I’ll just ask him what are the differences between tea lights and votive candles. That’ll buy you five hours min.”
“Good, that works too.” says Yeonjun.
Man, he couldn’t lie regarding the fact that he has been solving the most puzzling cases in daylights, jumping into the dirtiest ground which they would never speak of and occasionally bleeding and scars through his journey as a detective.
What’s to add is how Yeonjun has been awarded a few awards for his outstanding (read: very cool) performance and his duties as an officer yet how come a forty minutes year old, semi-failed case excites him more than ever?
God, this elation reminds him of the true nature of why he chooses to become a detective.
He reaches out a fist bump, “To saving Christmas?”
“To saving Christmas.” a smirk lurks out of Kai’s face as he reaches out for the mini team cheer over their mission. The office elevator then dings and “Quick, here he comes.”
“Hey, I got my things.” The little innocent target with his hair flopping in every step runs towards them. Another silence surrounds the area but this time, it was grounding as if there was a silent threat yet one can never spot it, even with careful gaze. Beomgyu gulps, “Everything’s fine?”
Yeonjun chirps, “Everything’s cool.”
“Yeah, cool.” Kai joins in.
Weird, Beomgyu thinks. Because is it only him sensing such a menacing aura from somewhere or everyone is busy picking up their last spirit into completing their work for the Christmas break? Hm, maybe the latter makes more sense.
“Cool, should we go now?”
SECOND MISSION: GO TO DEPARTMENT STORE THEN M̶I̶N̶D̶ ̶C̶O̶N̶T̶R̶O̶L̶ DISTRACT CHOI BEOMGYU
No matter where you go, the bristle and hustle at Seoul never fades. Worse, it gets extra crowded with the coming festive seasons. Sight-seeing, tourists, and gatherings— they are all chaotic. Regardless of the mayhem, it’s fun to cut the stress out of having the faces of the criminals you caught haunting in your dreams. He thinks that in times where good things like a limited amount of joy should always be celebrated.He always adores celebrations. Birthdays, pranks, birth-reveal ceremonies, parties, pranks then Detective Choi Yeonjun is the main talk of the haul.
His fingers tapped on the steering wheel when the green light beams and they hurried onto the nearest parking section. Though, due to saving time, Kai urges on heading to the easiest ones which will burn bigger holes in his pockets.
“Kai is paying for this ticket.” he grunts as he throws the ticket onto the dashboard.
“Remind me whose car is this.” Kai menacingly laughs away
Of course, a detective is a detective after all. No parking fees shall be lowered, and no lines shall be cut.
“Now, that’s one huge department store” is the first thing that popped up in Yeonjun’s mind when they first entered. There are multiple banners being raised and bigger ones with bold letters, numbers being hung on the ceilings. It’s the season of jolly of course yet it is never late to let out money for one’s last minute Christmas item purchases and that said narrative includes himself. Yeonjun quickly shifts by Beomgyu’s idealised shopping sections.
First, it is vinyl records. If he could recall in these alerting times, his best friend owns such a peculiar taste in music. It’s kind of nice to be honest. Yeonjun finds himself humming to the beat sometimes when Beomgyu has the stereo while they are on their way catching the vilest criminals in the city. What’s more? Indies, old 2000s and something from this one colourful band. Right, he’ll keep that in mind.
Next, it is scented candles. Yeonjun is about to lay his feet more until he remembers that Kai is having his mind control part a.k.a distracting Choi Beomgyu from moving to another point. If he makes himself visible, Beomgyu would absolutely notice him, and their cover would blow. So, he takes a few steps back and runs to another different section.
Think, Choi Yeonjun, think!
Then, his eyes spotted something. Is that fur? Brown? The closer he approaches, the more he sees the hanged fluffy clothes with a small teddy bear on the right. Oh wait, it’s Beomgyu he’s talking about! Cuddly, weirdly tiny-looking yet adorable enough for Yeonjun to not notice himself smiling while staring at him. Beomgyu would look perfect in these puppy hoodies. He searches more onto the different colours with hopes that there would be suitable sizes. As he grabs the best hoodie, he darts to the available counters.
While Yeonjun is paying for the gift worthy of their seven years of friendship, Kai is having the time of his life. (read: pulling his best smile that is convincing enough for the person in front of him to never stop explaining on what makes these two contrasting candles which somehow appear similar to Kai’s vision different on its usages and time. He doesn’t know, he’s running on his fifth bottle of apple juice since his favourite, beloved grape juice was sold out yesterday. Yes, he checks the juice stock every single day and in each passing by store moment. Kai reckons the workers must have memorised his face already).
“......Whereas tea lights, I’d say they are far more suitable to be utilised according to the spaces you are up to. Although, it is best to place these beautiful petite ones on high and even low surfaces.”
God, “Please, tell me more, hyung.” he whips up a tone and a pretty face, hoping they’d work as bait.
“Don’t mind if I do, Kai.” Beomgyu lights up like the near standing candelabra, “Jeez, I never knew you were into these things.”
“Yeah, well,” neither can I , he thought, “Perhaps it’s time to find some peculiar passion.”
“Other than Kang Taehyun?” Beomgyu teases
“What was that?”
“Hm?” the elder raises his eyebrows, “I didn’t say anything.”
Another silent roll in his eyes, “What about these ones then?”
“Oh, these are the taper or dinner candles, in easier names. If you notice their tall and slender figures, they work perfectly with that lamp over there. They’d also work well in your candlelight dinners with Taehyun.”
Ouch. As much as he’d dream to even be with Taehyun other than climatic situations where they are about to lose their perps, Kai acknowledges that candlelight dinners are pretty much the 9th wonder of the world. Mesmerising yet have never been witnessed from his tired eyes. “I thought we were talking about candles.”
“And I thought we had this kind of talk before about approaching someone you sneak with daily glances and smiles.” Beomgyu notes. Unfortunately, there were no lies hidden in those words. “How long has it been, two years?”
Kai shuts his eyes for what’s about to come out from lips after this is his utter doom, “Three years and a half six months.” He drops his head. The goner in him couldn’t carry the weight anymore.
“Yikes,” a pause, “Hey, I get that—”
Yeonjun cuts the situation, urgent and fast, “Guys, I think we can leave now.”
But, Beomgyu snatches the bag faster, “Oooooooohhhh, let me see what you bought.”
“No, you weren’t supposed to—” ABORT-ABORT-ABORT, “Uhhh”
“Oh? A fur hoodie?” the hesitation in his voice thickens.
“Yeah, they were on huge sale and I just.” The sentence couldn’t last longer as he is unable to bring more nonsense into the situation. At this point, he’d kneel and wish Beomgyu would believe their intentions.
“They’re cute, hyung.” the target notes,
Kai and Yeonjun glance at each other with a brief blessedness, “Isn’t it? I just think they’d look good on Soobin since he loves wearing hoodies.”
“I think this hoodie is so cute I should buy one for myself.”
“What?!” they both exclaim with a certain amount of confusion and panic, “No, why would you?”
“Remember that one time you told me that I should wear more fluffy clothes?”
“I did? Did i? Really? When did I say it? Did the words really come out from my mouth? On what day was that actually?” his absurdity just keep om blabbering because to be frankly honest, what the fuck?
“YJ, you did—”
“Beomgyu hyung,” Kai reaches out, “ I think your age is catching up real quick.”
“Kai’s right. It’s the 28 year old curse, you’d forget things more often. I think we should really go right now and I have tons of reports and stuff to get done.” Yeonjun urges while dragging Beomgyu away from the candle's selection.
Gift buying and the so-called distracting him went weirdly well. Now, he’s tackling his mind on how the hell should he confront to Beomgyu that the fluffy hoodies are for him. The universe has pulled the worst card of all for him and apparently it wasn’t done for his poor soul.
Out of the blue, there were screams from other sections, and glasses shattering on the floor, causing Yeonjun to immediately pause his steps. The lights were shut off abruptly which was dubious because the workers would have announced the remaining time for customers to wander around the store.
“What the,” before he could have said more, a few shots are released into the store which automatically cause them three to duck their heads.
“What the hell is going on here?”
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