* ♡ ◞ hclfmoon.
𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨: 𝐦/𝐟/𝐧𝐛. 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧: x the third bullet. “i just saw you take the last good watermelon from my shopping cart what the fuck??? come back what the fuck hiding it under your shirt won’T STOP RUNNING AWAY FROM ME”
stevie really hated going to the grocery store, almost as much as he hated heights. while incredibly different things they still stressed jun out to the point of never wanting to experience this again. he wishes someone would just shop for him, but technology apparently hadn’t advanced that far and it wasn’t exactly a booming career field. coincidentally, stevie has decided his new year’s resolution is to eat healthier, and he finds his trolley full of fresh fruit and vegetables he will no doubt never finish. ( it’s the thought that counts, right ? ) he hauls the last item into his trolley which is apparently also the last watermelon on the floor. a triumphant smile appears on his lips at the thought of returning home.
What Jinsol was doing that one particular morning deserved an award---or a pat on the back, at least. It was a rare sight, to see him parading around the store with money in his pockets, looking for things that he was actually going to pay for. Some beers, some snacks, ramyun to get through the week... Oh, and his guinea pig’s favorite snack, of course. Before making his way to the checkout lanes, he made a stop in the produce aisle only to find the only watermelon left in someone else’s trolley. Not that it was enough to stop him, but still---how annoying. “Hm. So... I kinda need this, sorry.” He flashed a smile towards the stranger before putting his hands on the fruit, dropping it on his own trolley soon after.
