scoville scale @key2earth sejoon and ziying
his hands turn the giant box over this way and that, and laughs an incredulous laugh. “no way, dude.” as if he can’t believe his eyes, “did christmas come early this year?”
purely a rhetorical question, by the way. (he totally remembers that there’s some light at the end of the tunnel in a handful of weeks. that day to day grad student life doesn't always feel like a bleak, endless winter. it's something much worse when the holidays are right around the corner.)
shaking his head, sejoon sets the package down by the chicken wings and the milk carton. "you're crazy for this." and sure, there are crazier things than being challenged to a hot ones hot sauce advent calendar challenge because ziying can do that much and then some easy. it's about living life on the wild side, carpe diem—er, noctem—and learning when to take that good ole leap of faith all at once. and normally, he’s all the way in for this kind of thing. unconditionally. no if's, and's, or but's.
but he’s really, really not sure about this one.
sejoon still has a smile plastered to his face when he looks at her. a deceptively bright expression that masks the uncertainty of how this'll go. for god's sake, he's seen the videos. the anguish, the tears, the glasses of milk. so many glasses of milk. his stomach turns from the secondhand recall. from the thought of chugging that much dairy, or the profound lack of confidence in his spice tolerance, he can't tell. "so we're doing this." the smile grows bigger, and with it the fear. "like right now."
