#i stil think we are gonna die w three threads

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                           haeju   wanted   to   be   annoyed   with   joongi's   change   of   heart,   how   he   NOW   wanted   to   be   all   chummy.   and,   he   had   half   the   nerve   to   shoulder   the   older   man   off   of   him.   however,   haeju's   irritation   rather   dissolved,   deflating   as   he   allowed   the   man   to   do   as   he   pleased.    ❛   well,   i   wanna   watch.  ❜    he   declared.   ❛  and,   i   want   you   to   watch.   it's   a   good   show.   we   can   multi-task.   you're   just   being   difficult.  ❜   he   huffed.  ❛  i   was   gonna   make   you   jook,  ❜   he   admitted,   watching   the   memorial   scene   take   place   of   screen.   a   smile   tugging   at   his   lips   when   the   new   son   in   law   was   introduced   to   his   new   reality.   ❛  but   that   doesn't   matter   any   more.   you   don't   need   me   for,   DeLivErY.  ❜   

Observing Haeju's antics, Joongi wished his hands weren't stuck together. The urge to ruffle the younger man's hair was overwhelming. Instead, he opted for the next best thing. Haeju had always appreciated physical affection, although Joongi typically discouraged or avoided it. At this moment, however, he leaned his head on Haeju's shoulder, hoping for forgiveness.

"I deserve that," he admitted softly. "I don't mind the talking, but it's hard to keep track of both things," he explained. "I'd rather talk to you than watch this show. So, maybe you should tell me. I'm curious."