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"Okayyy, we got diapers, baby wipes, toilet paper, paper towels, trash bags, dishwasher pods, washing power, foil, ketchup." You recited the messy handwriting on the crinkled up shopping list Hoseok made in a rush.
Y'all ran into Walmart to buy a couple of items, but somehow ended up grocery shopping; buying way more than y'all needed.
"Why the hell is your handwriting so messy Hoseok?" You squinted your eyes, holding the paper up to them. "My handwriting isn't messy. You're just blind," he laughed,"how many fingers am I holdin' up?"
You cocked your head to the side and flicked him off, the stray piece of your hair blowing up as you huffed. "You're holding up three, and I'm not blind so ehh." You stuck your tongue out at him like a child.
He snatched the shopping list from your hands, reading over the small list himself. "See, that clearly says paper plates, and we already have them so ehh." He copied what you did, sticking his tongue out at you.
Rolling your eyes at his immaturity, you said, "Is it just me or do I feel like we're forgetting something?" He looked over the grocery list one more time before saying, "Nope, it's just you."
You mentally go through everything you needed, checking the things y'all had in the buggy off in your head. "We forgot the formula!" You gasped.
"Ughhh, you're right. Do you mind running to go get it?" Hoseok asked, putting the groceries on the conveyor belt.
"Fineeeeee." You groaned, jogging down the store in search of the formula. You made your way down the baby aisle in do time, scanning the selves.
"Diapers? No. Bibs? No. Bottles? No. Ahha! Formula." You went to grab a container of formula, only to retract your hand.
"Which one do I need to get?" you whispered"and why are they so high?"
Most of the cheap formula they had were gone, leaving the expensive 30 to 40 dollar ones sitting there untouched. Begrudgingly grabbing the container of Enfamil formula, you jog back to the line.
You passed a set up of Oreos, jogging backwards to check them out. Birthday cake flavored Oreos? Don't mind if I do." You say, grabbing two packages before heading back to the line—Hoseok cooing at baby Leia.
You're back," he cheered, "and with extra stuff."
"Hey, I figured since you forced me to tag along with you I might as well treat myself. I mean look at this: birthday cake Oreos."
