╰┈➤In a world where the line between life and death blurs, a girl named Kwon Dae is haunted by the tragic loss of her five childhood friends, in a devastating car crash. Three months after their funeral, Dae's nights are filled with vivid visions an...
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"We need potatoes, peas, carrots, pastina, two gallons of milk, brown sugar, flour, bagels, soy sauce, black beans, bacon, rosemary, rice, cashew nuts, lemon ju—"
We stood there, staring at Yeonjun with our jaws dropped like beagles that just witnessed someone take out the good snacks without sharing. His voice droned on as he read from what seemed to be an endless list, like some kind of grocery shopping prophecy.
"How...how long is that list?" Beomgyu finally managed to ask, his voice laced with pure disbelief.
Yeonjun glanced up, looking completely unbothered, like this wasn't the most ridiculous shopping list known to mankind. "It's just the essentials." he shrugged, continuing to read. "...pineapple juice, sesame seeds, almond milk, mozzarella, paprika, vanilla extract—"
"Essentials?!" Huiningkai burst out, throwing his hands in the air. "Dude, you trynna feed you're whole bloodline here?"
Soobin crossed his arms, looking genuinely concerned. "Why do we need two kinds of milk? And what even is pastina?"
"Tiny pasta." Taehyun chimed in, still cool as ever. "But like...tiny, tiny."
I blink, trying to wrap my head around the chaos. "Yeonjun, we're broke university students, not contestants on MasterChef..." I pause and glance at Soobin, who's still clutching his wallet like it's a prized possession.
"Plus, I don't think someone will be happy with their wallet getting emptied with that long-ass list."
Yeonjun just shrugs, looking unbothered. "Fine. But the bacon stays."
Of course, the bacon stays.
With that, we split into two groups—one for fruits and vegetables and the other for meat and other stuff. Unfortunately, I ended up in the boring group because apparently, I can't be trusted even two inches near Beomgyu and Hueningkai in a convenience store. It's unfair—especially since we've only bullied the iPad kids a couple of times.
"Dae, look for brown sugar." Soobin said, and I nodded, scanning the rows in search of the elusive brown packet. I let out an annoyed hiss when I spotted it sitting peacefully on the top shelf like it owned the place.
"Soobin" He responded with a distracted hum, still fixated on a chocolate packet. "It's on the top shelf."
His eyes finally leave the chocolate and look up before he stretches his long arms and effortlessly retrieves the brown sugar. "Whoa, you're a freaking giraffe." I remark, half-amazed.
Soobin smirks and shoves the packet toward me. "And you're built like a baked bean."
My eyes widen in disbelief. "A BAKED—A BAKED BEAN?!"
