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Jungwon has forgotten how much he hates the mall. It’s a soul sucking, lifeless consumerist dystopia and also, why are the kiosk owners so fucking pushy? As cool as they look, Jungwon isn’t interested in buying a Buzz Lightyear M&M dispenser fan, thank you very much. Not to mention the middle schoolers. The fucking middle schoolers. Just looking at them prancing around, hands laden with PINK bags and Starbucks frappuccinos, the kind that are probably off the “secret menu” that doesn’t actually exist with flavors like unicorn and mermaid (what does a mermaid flavor even constitute of? Isn’t that technically cannibalism? Jungwon has so many questions…) makes him want to vomit.

Jay apparently shares the sentiment: “I fucking hate this place,” he says, rubbing his temples.

The four of them are sitting at the food court, overpriced poke bowls in front of them. Sunoo is leaning his head against Riki’s shoulder and Riki’s hand is resting on his face. Actually, Jungwon would take the middle schoolers over this any day. The Sunoo-Riki PDA vomit factor is ten times more powerful, clearly.

“Then why’d you offer to come?” Sunoo asks, peeling his disgustingly lovesick eyes away from Riki’s face for a moment.

Jay doesn’t hesitate to reply. “‘Cause Jungwonie wanted me to.” He says it so matter of factly that Jungwon can almost hear the implied duh at the end of his sentence.

Sunoo and Riki both give Jungwon a look. Jungwon pointedly averts his eyes from theirs, fighting back the blush that’s risen to his cheeks.

“For the record, I didn’t ask,” Jungwon clarifies, because he actually didn’t.

Jay just shrugs. “It kinda sounded like you were trying to. I took the hint.”

Jungwon is once again on the receiving end of yet another look from Sunoo and Riki. This time, Jungwon decides that the awkward atmosphere is too much to bear and he’s not going to put up with any more of Sunoo and Riki’s shady behavior, so he says in a tone that leaves no room for argument, “Jay and I are gonna go look at H&M. You guys can have your couple alone time or whatever.” He gets up out of his seat and starts walking out of the food court, Jay following behind him.

Once they’re a safe distance away, Jay says to him, “What was that all about?”

Jungwon shakes his head. “Just Sunoo and Riki being annoying. Whatever.”

Jay just hums. They end up in H&M, specifically H&M Man, which Jungwon thinks has an awful selection of clothes, like most men’s fashion stores. But it’s whatever. When Jay notices that he’s not really looking at anything, he asks, “Not usually where you shop?”

Jungwon shrugs. “Nah. You haven’t been looking at anything either, though. Is this too far below your usual price range?” he says, poking fun. Jay doesn’t say anything, which Jungwon takes as confirmation. “Where do you get your clothes from then? Gucci? Celine?”

Clearly, Jay doesn’t pick up on the sarcasm. “I like Prada, usually,” he replies, completely serious.

Jungwon gives him an incredulous look. “That was a—you know what, never mind.” He rolls his eyes. “Seriously, you rich people. I should make you buy something for me.” He laughs after he says it, because it was mostly a joke, but once again, Jay takes it literally.