deliberately circumstantial ⌞kma&skj⌝
He isn't staring--he honestly isn't--but the ahjumma behind the stand of canned fruits is clearly too small to reach the prime, undented cans. And, fortunately for her, Kangjoon just happens to be there to save the day. It isn't his fault that the most delectable ones happen to be at the very top of the shelf -- and if he also happens to glance over the display for the fifth time and happens to catch a glimpse of Idol #6 in his list of heroes, well, that's only coincidental. It's all happenstance. Just one of those unintended consequences of being a good Samaritan, his mind supplies helpfully, tamping down on the vicious little seed of doubt that is reminding him that 'no, Seo Kangjoon, you're actually kind of being a creep. Again." But he's always had a particular talent for disregarding sound advice when it's warranted.
The clanging of a dozen or so metal cans against the solid epoxy of the floor has him instantly flinching back from the display, subsequently sending a soft clattering of at least three more cans tumbling to the ground in his wake. Kangjoon can only stare at the silvery metal rolling against the cool floor momentarily before he's rubbing at the side of his neck, a chagrined set to the corner of his lips. He's on the floor in an instant, piling all of the slightly knicked cans into his shopping basket. What is he even going to do with sixteen cans of -- red bean? Shrugging, he turns around to hand two of the most pristine cans to the woman behind him, flashing her a sheepish smile before he's twisting his body and pressing himself against the shelves once again--covertly, like 007, he reminds himself vaguely--eyeing the adjacent aisle for the glimpse of a familiar face.
"Minaring --" he mouths the syllables almost reverently, thinking of the obscure webcomic series he'd stumbled upon three years ago in an attempt to better understand "life in Korea" -- and that's what he'd keyed into the search bar, hadn't he? Needless to say, the charmingly quirky series had captured his interest immediately and the endless seventy-two hours he had spent catching up were definitely worth the trouble. Now, if only he could find the genius behind the comic again, he thinks, maybe he could get her to sign his -- hand, or something. Shifting around the basket on the floor, he casts his eyes around the other aisles cautiously.
