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"Your eyes—"
Jeongguk soaks in the neon of the drive-thru, bright blue cutting the night and filtering through the windshield. He's wearing a pair of sweatpants and an old band T-shirt now, worn thing hanging off his body, too loose and stretched at the collar.
"What?" Taehyung blinks at him. Jeongguk had mentioned this earlier.
Your eyes—
What?
You look—off.
Jeongguk's gaze is unreadable. "You look..."
"Off?" Taehyung supplies. His fingers drum on the leather steering wheel and he wonders if he's always been this easy to read. Maybe Jeongguk is just sharp.
There's a pause in between the hum of the vehicle, the fuzzy voice from the drive-thru machine, the roll of tires as the car before them pulls forward.
"Yeah," Jeongguk says eventually. His eyes reveal nothing and make Taehyung uneasy under the scrutiny. It makes him feel like an open book, his lies flimsy like paper and his truths tacked on a billboard. "Earlier, too. Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Do you feel off?"
"I feel..." Taehyung sucks on his teeth. "I could be better—right now. Don't worry about it. What do you want?"
Jeongguk orders fries, McNuggets, a chocolate milkshake, and a Big Mac. When Taehyung tells him that's probably too much food for such a late hour, Jeongguk tells him to make it a Double Big Mac instead. Taehyung just gets a strawberry milkshake.
"Thanks," Jeongguk mumbles around a mouthful of fries as they exit the parking lot.
"Do you feel better now?"
"I've been impeccable from the start." Jeongguk turns to him. A strand of black hair falls in front of his eyes and he blows it out of the way, going cross-eyed for a moment as he tries to look at it. Taehyung snickers. Jeongguk sticks his tongue out at him and uses his free hand to move the strand out of the way. "What about you?"
Taehyung hums, eyes on the road now, eyes away from Jeongguk. There's always something about the way Jeongguk looks at him that makes Taehyung want to talk, to share until his lungs collapse. "What about me?"
"How do you feel?"
"Still fine."
"Stop that." Blunt and hot.
Taehyung blinks at Jeongguk's tone and raises an incredulous eyebrow at him, lips pressed into a thin line.
"I mean..." Jeongguk holds his gaze unwaveringly. There's something petulant about the slight downturn of his lips, the expression he wears and the way he puffs out his chest before he speaks. "You're a liar, sometimes."
In the end the words come out weak.
Taehyung breathes in deep. The car smells of greasy fast food and cigarettes.
