#( mission impopsicle :: threads. )

[lgcmax]

& mission im-popsicle

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐖 things a hungry max wouldn’t do for food. after a day of long, tiring practice, and a drawn-out walk back home from practice, saying max was just ready to have a nice meal would be an understatement. the problem ? max didn’t have a will or a way.  his parents hadn’t deposited any more money in his bank account, and the only child had been coddled enough that he’s never learned to properly cook. his remedy ? the one person he knew would be willing to make something for him no matter what - benji.

so, after setting his plan, the male walked into their shared dorm, creeping until his head was peeking into the bedroom from the door frame. “ hey, benji, ” he sings, his lifted cheeks and upturned eyes showing he obviously is wanting more than he’s letting on. “ you know ... i’m really hungry ! and you’re the only one around, every one else’s either sleep or busy, ” pouting in fear of getting his request rejected, he looks benji in the eye, hoping to appear as convincing as possible. please don’t ask for aegyo. please don’t ask for aegyo.

nervously, max scratches the back of his neck, hoping it won’t happen. “ well - uh - will you ? c’mon, i’m hungry dude. ” see, benji seemed to think that babying max was a fair trade for his culinary schools, but max was anything but enthusiastic about the exchange. sure, he has the energy level of a child, but max hates to be babied - at least when he’s aware. now, he had to risk benji babying him for the rest of the day should he agree to cook for max. did he want to be treated like a kid ? not at all ! but the idea of sleeping with a full stomach is so appealing ....  it wouldn’t be so bad, would it ? no, no, no.

@lgcbenji​