come and get high with me
tonight's the night where he’ll finally be able to unwind from all the tourists and their complaints and what were they really expecting from stepping into a shady bookstore? he’d be the first to admit that the shop needed a makeover.
but not really—because the shadiness gives the shop a certain je ne sais quoi.
with those french words still lingering in his mind, his fingers curl around his guitar case, lifting it up with an ease he’s learned to fake over the years. he shuffles over to the kitchen, grabbing the picnic basket full of crackers and chocolates and marshmallows with his other hand.
“am i missing anything that i need to carry out?” kangjoon glances around, giving the living space a once over before his gaze settles on his loft-mate. he’s probably forgetting a handful of things. he feels like he is.·
“also i said something exotic in my mind a second ago. you wanna know what it was?”