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Wonwoo let’s Chan lean against him in the crowd, for once not feeling self-conscious about their proximity. Everyone is stuffed together here, invading various rules of personal space that they would stand out a lot more if they weren’t standing so close.
“Joshua wasn’t kidding when he said the streets would be packed today,” Chan says into his ear, almost yelling to be heard over the music and rumble of the engines.
“I want one of those corn on the cob things, the ones covered in cream and cheese,” Wonwoo says in return, his eyes focused on the group of dancers in bright makeup and outfits alike. “Do you want one?”
Chan laughs, leaning into Wonwoo’s side even more. “Sure, hyung. They’re called elotes, by the way.”
Wonwoo tilts his head towards the younger, a slight frown on his face. “How do you even know that?”
“I heard a guy order three of them for his kids when we were passing by,” Chan says, taking hold of Wonwoo’s hand. “Plus, Joshua kept mentioning them when he was talking about the parade. Maybe we should bring a couple back for everyone else.”
“And just how would we do that exactly?” Wonwoo chuckles, placing his other hand over Chan’s. “I don’t think we could carry them back without eating a few in the process.”
The corners of Chan’s eyes crinkle with the force of his smile. “It’s one man for himself, hyung.”
“More like two.”
Chan’s grin grows and he stifles a laugh into Wonwoo’s shoulder before pulling back and leaning his head on the elder’s shoulder instead. “Yeah, that’s more like it.”
Wonwoo nods and smiles, gripping Chan’s hand tighter in between his own as they both focus on the parade again, watching the cars, the people, and the horses pass by.