Guess who finally remembered their password.
"You don't need to try out every ice cream flavor."
Sungchan shook his head. "Yes I do."
"How so?" Asked Shotaro as he folded his arms.
"It'll benefit my survival."
"Huh?"
Sungchan sighed as he began to pat the boy's head. "You wouldn't understand."
Shotaro's cheeks flushed as he turned away. "I knew you were lying when you said you didn't order alcohol."
"Why do you always hang out with that sheep head?" Whined Sungchan as he cupped the boy's cheeks. "I'm right here."
"L-let's bring you home."
"You're my home!" Sang Sungchan as he let go of Shotaro, to drop his head on the street vendor table.
Shotaro's eyes widened as he watched the boy pass out, immediately reaching for Yangyang's help.
"Hey, what do we do?" Panicked Shotaro as he shook the astonished boy's arm.
"We should leave him." Giggled Yangyang as he took out his phone.
"Be serious!"
Yangyang then sighed as he admired his photo, before getting up. "You take one side, I'll hold up the other."
With a worried nod, Shotaro lifted the brunette's right arm over his shoulder. Almost falling at the weight shifting towards the poor boy.
"Help!" He gasped, sending eye signals towards Yangyang.
In a moment, Yangyang grabbed Sungchan's other arm, hauling the brunette towards the center in order for easier carriage. By now, Sungchan's knees were touching the dirt, and his head hung low, looking as if he were dead. People eyed the two as they dragged Sungchan past street vendors.
"Why is he so tall?" Struggled Yangyang as he yanked Sungchan towards the left in order to stop him from crushing Shotaro.
"Let's just hurry and get him back home." Shuddered Shotaro as a light breeze passed by.
