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The cart was already half full at the moment and the two was wandering around the meat section, which was the section Yongbok has been too excited to get to. Hyunjin simply does the pushing of the cart while Yongbok took the responsibility of choosing of food stocks, both necessary and wants.

From time to time, Hyunjin would look at some junk foods with desire in his eyes but not vocally telling Yongbok that he wants those stuff. So in the end, Yongbok would act like he wants to cart in the junk foods Hyunjin was looking at so the elder wouldn't be embarrassed.

I clearly told him I wanted to spoil him, but how can I when he's being silent with his wants? The same thought keeps on rolling in Yongbok's head as they continuously roam around the market.

At the moment, Yongbok was picking up chicken meat, carefully checking the labels and specifications of the meat for safety measures. He can't afford cooking bad food for Hyunjin. So he's choosing the best meat he could choose possible.

"I'm getting bored. Why is that taking so long? Just fucking put that chicken in here and get over to the next." Clearly, the patience of the landlord was wearing thin every single second passes. Especially the moments where Yongbok will pick up the meat and scan it like he got powers in his eyes or something then deciding to leave it and put it down in the end.

It's exhausting!

"Hyung, I need to make sure that this meat is good quality. It's for your own health I'm considering." Yongbok professionally replied, frustrating Hyunjin.

"I'm gonna die in near future anyways so what's the matter?" He murmured but still able to get into Yongbok's ears. The latter ignored it as he knew if he tried debating back, that'll only cause a back and forth argument between them two. They might even get everyone's attention from their bickering and he don't want that.

After a minute, Yongbok found a great quality of meat and was satisfied of it, finally paying for the chicken meat.

"Thank God you finally picked one." Hyunjin was exasperated.

"But that's just chicken. We still got other meats, my landlord."

Hearing that was enough for Hyunjin to almost flip the cart upside down in massive annoyance. But what else can he do? In the end, he'll consume those meats anyways.

The absolutely annoying part here is, because Yongbok is a chef, he was meticulously picky when choosing.

Next they went to was the pork section. Yongbok was aware that his hyung was inch close boring himself to death, so he decided to come up with a question to keep themselves entertained.

"Hyung, were you born here in Seoul?" He started.

"Why'd you ask?"

"Nothing. Just curious. It's my daily five question that you need to answer." The younger reasoned, which Hyunjin didn't much mind.

"Oh. Alright. Anyways, yep. Was born and raised here."

Yongbok simply nod his head from the response, humming as he thinks for another question to throw. "Can i ask....where you originally lived? I mean, before you transferred to your current house."

Before Hyunjin could answer, Yongbok noticed how his hyung shaken up a bit, trembling breath was low yet audible for Yongbok.

"T-That’s confidential." Hyunjin looks away, his grip on the push cart tightening.

"Oh. It’s alright. I understand." Yongbok softly nodded, biting his lips as a result of pang of slight guilt. After all, he has the slightest idea in the back of his head why the older was acting that way. He knows it had something to do with Hyunjin’s parents and that topic triggers that landlord of his.