[he clicks his tongue a little in pseudo-annoyance; all he's really doing though is conceding to the fact that it's an argument he'll never a win (a fact nam soon already knows). sure, he can contest it for days, weeks, or months, but it'll never change the fact that a meddlesome bastard like heung soo orchestrated this perfectly so that he'd have no good reason to protest.
(not that it's all that bad—having heung soo care for him enough to go through this kind of effort, even if he sucks at admitting it verbally.)
but nam soon allows things to fall into a comfortable state of silence while the rice cooks, idly tapping the spoon against the machine. it's nice, he thinks, that they can exist in this way, with no words needed but leaving a sense of warmth in the air. there are a lot of thoughts—some idle, some more tiring—that float through his mind until the rice is ready. and when the cooker beeps, he scoops some into a bowl and turns to come back to his comfortable spot next to heung soo.
...only to be greeted by the sight of the CYBuddies having taken residence in his lap.]
Yah... [of course, it's directed at them and not heung soo.] I get up for a couple of minutes, and they're doing this already...
no subject
[he clicks his tongue a little in pseudo-annoyance; all he's really doing though is conceding to the fact that it's an argument he'll never a win (a fact nam soon already knows). sure, he can contest it for days, weeks, or months, but it'll never change the fact that a meddlesome bastard like heung soo orchestrated this perfectly so that he'd have no good reason to protest.
(not that it's all that bad—having heung soo care for him enough to go through this kind of effort, even if he sucks at admitting it verbally.)
but nam soon allows things to fall into a comfortable state of silence while the rice cooks, idly tapping the spoon against the machine. it's nice, he thinks, that they can exist in this way, with no words needed but leaving a sense of warmth in the air. there are a lot of thoughts—some idle, some more tiring—that float through his mind until the rice is ready. and when the cooker beeps, he scoops some into a bowl and turns to come back to his comfortable spot next to heung soo.
...only to be greeted by the sight of the CYBuddies having taken residence in his lap.]
Yah... [of course, it's directed at them and not heung soo.] I get up for a couple of minutes, and they're doing this already...