Spa day 2020

Ten

Sunghoon carefully examines the tin of tea he used earlier reading the fine print. He has to hold it up to his face to read the delicate font, something refined in thin italics from a serifed family. Beautiful typography sure, but the print's so small it's barely readable. As a decorative piece, this works, but as packaging it fails. To top it off it's in English and Sunghoon does not know English like that. Try as he might, he's starting to lose the ability to focus his eyes.

Heeseung with his chin tucked over Sunghoon's shoulder plays with his free hand. With his thumb, the older boy brushes lazy trails from the base of his wrist to top of his hand to knuckles to forefingers to pointed nail, lingering on every feature. He goes over each finger a few times, he doesn't know why and doesn't care to dwell. He just doesn't want to stop. Up against the urge to nod off he knows he's on the losing side but he keeps fighting. He doesn't want to this day to end. This day has been such a dream.

"Heh," heavy-lidded, Jake looks down at the two. He wants to laugh can only to reach for a syllable, "that's so Borld's West."

Sunoo lifts his head barely, "Tch... SO Borld's West." Satisfied at the observation, he leans back down with his head resting on Jake's shoulder.

"The parent hyungs?" Niki doesn't bother opening his eyes. On Sunoo's lap he rolls from laying flat onto his side, "Borld's West how?"

"Oh you know," Sunoo doesn't fight a yawn, "the hand thing."

Upon hearing that comment Heeseung lets out a short airy laugh into Sunghoon's hair, "Oh. That's why this felt like déjà vu," he leans his head further back into Jake's hoodie to give a look in acknowledgment, "Good catch Ddeonu."

Having just shared a magnificent yet heavy risotto served family-style paired with a delicate fragrant tea, the Spa Day BrainTrust is about to slip into a food coma.

Caught in the excitement of a scheme underway and a desperate motivation to save Jake from physical suffering, Sunoo glossed over a crucial detail. Cost and beauty application aside, this tea had other reasons to not appear in the kitchen pantry. It's calming benefits went beyond topical usage. This beautifully decorated, luxurious tin of tea was a powerful, top shelf, nuclear option sleepy time tea. This tea is medical grade, on the razor's edge of legal possession and NOT for public consumption.

With a frustrated huff Sunghoon lets the tin slip out of his hand realizing he just pulled a Jonestown on Spa Day. "Ddeonu, I'm so sorry," he lifts his head up from Jake's lap to apologize, "I didn't mean to kill my grandDay."

"Oh my god." Sunoo gasps with the lowest amount of energy, "Did you just call me son?"

Embarrassed by the call-out, he breaks eye contact in a drowsy smile.

"Aah... That's okay. I still love you dad." He reaches across Jake to give Sunghoon a few uncoordinated head pats. His fingers slip off to an ear and it hangs like a pencil before it drops to Heeseung's head. "There's just something so perfect about it," he drifts into a lazy laugh, "my beautiful low-energy hyung, Park Sunghoon, accidentally poisoning this subunit with an elegant sedative tea, killing my baby in the process."