Purple//KrisHo [UAU III]

XI / The Pier

WARNINGS: Strong language

-Day 10; Friday, June 9th, 2017-

"I want to take you one more place before we head home." Kris Wu said, stopping the car at a red light.

"Ice cream?" Kim Junmyeon intoned.

"But we just finished dinner." Kris told him, back tracking. Had he not fed Junmyeon enough? Kris thought they had ordered enough food for more than two people, and the tightly wrapped leftovers that sat on the floor of Kris' backseat seemed to say that, too.

"I know." Junmyeon said, still speaking in that lilting tone. "I just want ice cream."

The light turned green and Kris surged the car forward. He kept his eyes on the road, but thought he saw a small smile playing along Junmyeon's lips from the corner of his eye.

"Okay then." Kris sighed. "Two places before we head home, then."

"Yes!" Junmyeon cheered, re-situating himself in his seat.

Kris found him so goddamn cute.

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"Okay." Kris said, parking the car. "This is where I wanted to take you."

Junmyeon peered out the windows of the car, surveying the surroundings as best as he could. "The pier?" he asked, his ice cream cone in hand.

Kris hummed in confirmation. "You said you walk most places, and that you think nighttime walks are prettiest, and this isn't very busy at this time of night-"

"I love it." Junmyeon whispered, and quickly clambered out of the car, grabbing Kris' hand with his free one.

"Which way?" Kris gestured to the two ways the pier forked out.

"Left." Junmyeon said immediately. "It was believed that Hermes was left-handed as he often held his staff in his left hand, and he was the God of Travellers."

"You're starting to sound like Jongdae, there." Kris commented as they began to make their way down the pier.

"We had a few study halls together." Junmyeon laughed, pausing to lick the ice cream away from the base of the cone, which was coming dangerously close to dripping over and onto his hand.

"I still can't believe you got fucking vanilla." Kris sighed. "Like seriously, out of all those fucking flavours?"

"They were out of mint chocolate chip." Junmyeon pouted.

"That's even worse. Mint is disgusting."

"What do you have against mint?"

"Everything."

The two went back and forth like that, debating topics from best ice cream flavour to whether they were good cooks or not (considering the only reason Junmyeon has lived this far is because of Thai takeout, it was a small conversation) to home.

"I mean, my home life isn't that bad." Junmyeon related. "My parents got a divorce when I was still in high school and my mom married some other guy a few years ago. He has a son about my age, who's already married. That just makes my mom push my marriage more."

"Your mom wants you to get married?" Kris asked, and Junmyeon nodded. He couldn't imagine why his mother would push it so much on him. They had both just graduated four years of university. Kris knew Junmyeon was looking for a job, and the only way he was making ends meet at the moment was because his parents had paid off university for him. He worked throughout high school and had quite a bit of money socked away, and Kris was pretty sure his parents paid off his bills sometimes.