ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

sweet lemon, salted caramel. [jaewin]

a/n: I wrote this out of spite since my sister keeps shitting on the lemon biscuits I love.

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when the car comes to an abrupt halt at the red light, jaehyun lets out a string of cusses. next to him sicheng shakes his head, simply scrolling through his social media feed, even if he knows the motion sickness will kick in at any moment. jaehyun keeps blabbering about how they're running late, but honestly he's the one to blame for taking half an hour picking an outfit.

when his mind finally spins, sicheng chucks his phone away. jaehyun's fingers drum loudly against the steering wheel, brows knitted in annoyance. his favorite song is playing but he's not even humming along. 

he looks too bummed that sicheng thinks even (believe it or not) he can't lift jaehyun's mood up, so he doesn't bother.

cracking the glovebox open, sicheng spots a clear plastic wrap right away and takes it. it's some cheap brandless lemon biscuits, that doesn't taste exactly like lemon but doesn't taste like anything either, so sicheng decides it's lemon by the citrusy taste. besides, it's good enough so he won't complain.

jaehyun glances at him, wincing. he's never a big fan of that biscuits, called them lemon imposters that failed in being imposters.

" you're eating those again ."

sicheng shrugs, popping another one into his mouth. they leave a minty aftertaste on his tongue. " it's good ."

" it tastes like those cheap air freshener taeyong likes to use ."

" first of all, it's febreze ," sicheng corrects. " and hyung will have your head for calling febreze cheap ."

" he'll have yours for eating when we're supposed to have dinner with him ."

" these are just snacks. besides, how do you even know what febreze tastes like ?"

sicheng pauses when he makes eyes contact with jaehyun. somehow, he could just imagine jaehyun drinking febreze right from its bottle, and he snorts in attempt not to laugh. as if jaehyun could read his mind, he deadpans sicheng and thus earned a giggle from the chinese. jaehyun looks away and pretends to be annoyed when sicheng could clearly see he's fighting a smile.

" whatever. the point is those suck ." jaehyun says.

" it's good ." sicheng repeats, munching loudly just to be annoying. judging by the look on jaehyun's face, he's more bothered by the fact sicheng called those biscuits good rather than eating loudly.

" it's not even lemon !"

" yeah but it's sweet ."

" just because it's sweet doesn't mean it's good ."

" you should know by now in my dictionary those two mean the same thing ." sicheng replies simply. he tosses the empty plastic wrap back into the glovebox, dusting off the crumbs from his laps.

jaehyun rolls his eyes fondly, a small smile on his lips. the traffic light turns green and he drives off, but his free hand finds its way into sicheng's. sicheng smirks in victory, intertwining his fingers with his boyfriend's, throwing his gaze out the window. seems like he's wrong. he could always lift jaehyun's mood up even by doing the stupidest, littlest thing.

taeyong, jaehyun's half-brother, lives a few blocks from them but due to jaehyun's work, they rarely visit. that's why taeyong makes it compulsory for them to have dinner at his place at least once a month. it wouldn't be half insufferable — since taeyong is a good company and a great cook — if his other half-brother, lee donghyuck, isn't there.