NEW PHONE WHO DIS
his mood was determined the moment they entered the tent of the pocha.
when jungmi noona had declared that she’d buy her youngest sibling chicken, kwak junsu didn’t even bother saving the game he had been playing: the first year dropped everything he was doing, and if he had a tail, he would’ve wagged it as his second eldest sister patted his head and lead him out of the kwak condo.
on their way down the street, junsu was already thinking of what he was going to get: he knew for a fact that there were approximately six fried chicken joints in the their neighbourhood (his favourite one was just a ten minute walk away!). but as they walked a bit farther out, junsu didn’t recognize the direction they were going in.
oh, maybe it’s a new fried chicken place? he thought excitedly, skipping along beside his sister like an overgrown labrador.
“chicken feet?”
it was the second time he’d said it that night, the first being the moment they neared the pocha. now he said it incredulously once more under his breath as the pocha ahjumma placed the steaming plate of spicy chicken feet in front of them.
(to give kwak jungmi credit, kwak junsu was a picky eater. but they’ve been living together his entire life!! how could she oh-so-conveniently forget every single time they went out to eat the things that junsu hated??).
with a slight pout, junsu reached for the plastic eating gloves on the table. he grimaced as the chicken feet glistened, gingerly putting them on. kwak junsu was picky, but he also didn’t dare complain to kwak jungmi. he sucked in a deep breath; mentally preparing himself for chicken feet.
beggars can’t be choosers... right?
@mmjungmi
