pansyeol
“Oki dokie.” Proceeds to put on his glasses and squints his eyes to the menu at his hand, “Do these come with alcohol~?”
He pauses. His stare sharpened somewhat, disbelief pouring through his expression though he remained devoid of immediate reaction.
“This is not a bar.” he states simply. “There is no alcohol in anything.”
Yet he likes him. He truly does. Jongin then smiles genuinely. He says “oki dokie”. He moves to sweep up the white mound by the male’s feet as he repeats: “Your order, bro. What was it?”
Chanyeol sniffles and leans over the counter to whisper to man, “This place looks cool, like an underground Starbucks or something.” He snickers lightly, “What are those bitter drinks called? Tequila? Does that come with whip cream on top~?”
