will pay sex for yummy food ; b1a4, sandeul/gongchan
anonymous
November 1 2012, 01:48:29 UTC
“You, hyung, are very needy,” is the first thing Chanshik says when Junghwan opens the door. He holds up the take-out and Junghwan squeals in delight, ushering Chanshik into the apartment and leading him into the kitchen, where plates have already been set out. Chanshik rolls his eyes-of course.
Junghwan doesn’t even ask what it is-just opens the packages and dumps whatever he finds onto his plate, pushing the rest towards Chanshik. The younger, being more civilized that the jackal before him, found a glass and got himself some water before serving himself.
“So, why did you ask me to pick you up food?” Chanshik asks, trying to pretend that the man opposite of him isn’t already half-way through his food, and that there isn’t something dribbling down the side of his mouth. He’s surprised with the spiciness of the sauce that he hasn’t ran to the sink. Maybe it hasn’t kicked in just yet.
“Exams,” Junghwan replies between mouthfuls, stuffing himself with the fastest take-out that Chanshik was able to find on the corner of his street. He seems to like it so that’s enough.
“You know, if you studied earlier like Dongwoo or Jinyoung-” Chanshik begins, but the glare that Junghwan gives him is enough for him to stop talking and continue eating. When he looks around, he sees papers everywhere and books littered on sofas and tables, and the TV is on, showing some girl group performance. There’s a stale bag of Cheetos on the ground, too, and Chanshik is happy that Junghwan got rid of that dog a few months ago.
Junghwan pushes his food away, grabbing his phone and sending out another text, and Chanshik notices that the person is Dongwoo. From the first few letters, Chanshik is pretty confident on what the text read.
Junghwan doesn’t even ask what it is-just opens the packages and dumps whatever he finds onto his plate, pushing the rest towards Chanshik. The younger, being more civilized that the jackal before him, found a glass and got himself some water before serving himself.
“So, why did you ask me to pick you up food?” Chanshik asks, trying to pretend that the man opposite of him isn’t already half-way through his food, and that there isn’t something dribbling down the side of his mouth. He’s surprised with the spiciness of the sauce that he hasn’t ran to the sink. Maybe it hasn’t kicked in just yet.
“Exams,” Junghwan replies between mouthfuls, stuffing himself with the fastest take-out that Chanshik was able to find on the corner of his street. He seems to like it so that’s enough.
“You know, if you studied earlier like Dongwoo or Jinyoung-” Chanshik begins, but the glare that Junghwan gives him is enough for him to stop talking and continue eating. When he looks around, he sees papers everywhere and books littered on sofas and tables, and the TV is on, showing some girl group performance. There’s a stale bag of Cheetos on the ground, too, and Chanshik is happy that Junghwan got rid of that dog a few months ago.
Junghwan pushes his food away, grabbing his phone and sending out another text, and Chanshik notices that the person is Dongwoo. From the first few letters, Chanshik is pretty confident on what the text read.
“You texted Dongwoo, too?” Chanshik asks. Junghwan shrugs.
“I was really hungry. He’d probably enjoy a blowjob, too.” Chanshik sighs.
“By the way, when am I getting that?” he asks.
“Tomorrow, I still have to study tonight.”
Chanshik nods, standing up from the table and cleaning up the food. “Bring me food when you come over to pay me, ok? I prefer fatty foods.”
He smirks and leaves through the door, snickering at Junghwan’s expression.
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