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woɴ'т yoυ ɢιve yoυrѕelғ тo мe ɢιve ιт αll, oн --
"see? isn't this nice?"
i turned my head to look at sanghyuk, who was chewing on a beef stick. he viciously ripped a piece of meat off of the skewer and ate it messily. grease and bits of char clung to his lips.
"oh yeah, it's really romantic." i replied, wrinkling my nose at his barbaric eating habit.
he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. between bites of food he said, "i know you like that i'm a messy eater."
he winked and i discreetly jabbed him in the side with my elbow.
"ow!" he rubbed his side with the hand that wasn't holding mine, laughing it off.
"idiot."
after visiting a few (several) other vendors and stuffing ourselves with tteokbokki, dumplings, and broiled eel, we popped into the first ritzy clothing store we saw: givenchy.
we walked through the door, welcomed by some energetic techno-pop music and snide looks from the workers.
walking past them, i whispered to sanghyuk, "are you thinking what i'm thinking?"
