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"Mmm, this is so good."
San satisfiedly hummed while slurping the last drop of his venti while also licking the remnants of choco flavored coating on his fork from the choco mousse he was indulging with. Fuck table manners and etiquette, food is food and those are both diverse in notion.
"Shut it, San. You've been saying that for the past half hour. And please stop molesting that poor utensil. Come on, don't be shy, the cake saucer there is also waiting for that tongue."
W-what the hell. Kang Yeosang.
San nearly choke on the strawberry macaroon he was about to stuff his mouth with. And Mingi spits the macha he's currently sipping, wherein, fortunately on some innocent passerby customer who almost cursed out the orange head but thanks to San's nonstop bowing and nearly begging a.k.a nearly kneeling while chanting the witchery spell please pardon us, that's my little brother and he have an autism, so pretty please, forgive us.
And the grumpy customer soften up at the sight of the almost going to kneel male teen stranger and ended up patting Mingi's head as a sign of forgiveness before leaving at peace.
And San hurriedly stand up and slowly go back to his comfortable seat, thankful that he didn't need to throw his last shred of dignity just for an awful show.
While Yeosang failed at holding his supposed to be stiffled laughters as it exploded, though he didn't forgot opening his recording app amidst of the shameful yet funny incident toking place. Thank you very much, San.
Mingi who got quite shocked at the montrosity which just happened and couldn't believe how it even happened, buried himself under Wooyoung's sweater which is currently being worn by his bestfriend.
My dignity, my cool image, he internally bawled out. And Yeosang, he's just quietly chuckling while grinning widely like he's mouth's going to be ripped apart, as he saved his newly added blackmail material on his phone, which he know he can keep for future reference.
"For pete's sake San, of all things to use as an alibi. Autism. You fuckin' made me an Autistic, although I have no prejudice on them. But to use that as a fuckin' escape goat. Real smart there, Choi San."
Mingi long-ass grumbling which was muffled by the strawberry macaroons entering his mouth, continously stuffed by San, who decided to sacrifice his delicious and gracious meal just to shut up some orange head growing tantrums.
"Thanks and I knew that already, Gi. And just like the old times, the trick did a good job, right?", San and Yeosang chuckled, remembering the old incident which they used the lame trick and fortunately work.
"By the way, back to I was saying earlier. Aren't you gonna finished what you have started, Sannie?".
Yeosang nonchalantly mused while poking the lump of tapioca pearls he wasn't able to slurp using his straw. This is so satisfying, they're like jelly.
"Hmm ... w-whazz dyar you towkiing abowt", San incoherently answered while munching the last piece of his strawberry macaroon as he bite a small smile while looking at Mingi who's mood seems to stabilize into a lighter one.
"What else? Of course, the licking, San. When are you gonna contin--?", but before Yeosang can continue his supposed to be teasing statement, his gorgeous face feels some weird and wetty sensation enveloping his senses.
San just showered him with the chewy scraps of his currently munching macaroon paired with a liquid substance coming from his mouth also known as San's saliva. Yuck. But before he can react with so much loathe on how grossed out he was, he was startled by San's hard slamming of his fist on the wooden table. Oh, poor abiotic creature.
