Taekyung sighed and tucked his hands into his hoodie pockets, avoiding Sumin’s puppydog eyes. He’d had an unusually tiring day, and as much as he loved to go out and buy ddeokbokki for his classmates and drink and hang out, he felt like he was about to collapse. Plus he was nearly broke, and his parents insisted that he spent this month’s allowance wisely. But he could almost never refuse a dongsaeng’s request, and with another, deeper sigh, he turned to Sumin and offered her a small grin. “Sure, alright. I don’t really get why you wanna hang out with a bunch of juniors, but we can go.”
It felt like hours ticked by as she waited for some sort of response from him. It was all shifting gazes and deafening silence. Sumin almost whined out loud, however, she bit down on her bottom lip to keep herself from doing so. At his response she perked up slightly, rolling her eyes in reaction. “Yah- you act as though I don’t spend all day around people twice my age when I’m working. A few juniors is nothing in comparison to gay men that begin all of their sentences with ‘If I had your body’ this and ‘you women don’t know how good you have it’ that...” She gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, “you’re doing the world a good favor. Karma will remember this.”
