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Jinyoung frowns at the packets of spice he held in each hand.
He'd been staring at them for what seemed like hours (which in reality was around 15 minutes) trying to remember which one Mark used in his special homemade kimchi fried rice.
"Jagi what's wrong?" the older boy murmurs fondly, resting his chin Jinyoung's shoulder.
"Oppa," Jinyoung pouts.
"You forgot didn't you?" Mark smiles teasingly and then presses a kiss to the younger's cheek when the latter nods pitifully.
"It's that one," he smiles, pointing to the packet in his left hand.
"Thanks," Jinyoung smiles back sheepishly.
Mark hums in reply, pats his back softly before moving away from Jinyoung.
The middle aged woman a few feet away gives him a look before quickly moving away from him to the next aisle of the grocery store.
Jinyoung frowns lightly before continuing to shop.
After he's done he makes his way across the store to the cashier.
Along the way, a he catches a few words.
"— talking to himself...saying 'oppa' and what not"
"Is he mentally ill?"
"Maybe and a faggot no less! That's what's wrong with him I'm sure"
Jinyoung grits his teeth, fists clenching around the grocery cart handle and forces himself to walk away.