ALMOND MILK ✶ yeonbin

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yeonjun.

"so what snacks do you wanna get before we enter the screening room?" i inquired.

 
he pouts, his face scrunching up, making him look more adorable.

 
"i'm guessing you're gonna pay for this too, huh?" he says as he playfully rolls his eyes, as if though mimicking being annoyed.

 
"yah! stop paying for everything, you're making me feel guilty." he pouts even more.

 
"i told you, i wanted to cheer you up. it's either i pay or we don't get snacks at all." i rebut, mirroring his playful attitude.

 
i pout too, of course.

 
"okay, fine." he pouts, yet again. "but this is the last one. i'm tired of you looking like my sugar daddy. i'm not no one's sugar baby."

 
"oh?" i look at him amused, "so you're telling me i'm not daddy material?" i smirk.

 
his eyes widen as he got caught off-guard. "that's not what i'm saying, all i'm saying is that-yah! stop messing with me, let's just go grab some popcorn."

 
he walks toward the stand while i trail behind him.

 
"so you agree."

 
his face tints rose-colored, visibly embarrassed.

 
"hey, umm, can we get a large bag of popcorn please," he turns to the staff, seemingly ignoring my remark.
 

"what flavor?"

 
"roasted barbecue, please."
 

the staff started to prepare the order, getting out a paper bag to put the snack into.

 
"what makes you think that i didn't want to order on my own?" i ask, still in a playful manner.

 
"i just-i assumed, well i thought that-" he stutters.

 
"nah, i'm just messing with 'ya." i gave him a sheepish green whilst i pay for our lovely order of a large bag of barbecue flavored popcorn.

 
"i hate you."

 
you don't mean that, i hate you more.

 
"and for drinks? what do you want?"

 
"i'm fine with just the snacks," he says as he grabs the bag from my hands and stomp towards the entrance.

 
"hey choi soobin!"
 

 

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