[ Yoohyun has adjusted to higher end stuff, but he's not going to complain about a cheap brand. At one point in time that was all either he or his brother could afford, and at that point, too, he appreciated every meal that was put in front of him; aware that it was made by the first person to acknowledge his existence, who loved him.
When the door open his eyes find the other's face, and then the hole. He doesn't seem to lack any consideration when staring, finally taking a step in once he's had his fill. ]
Thanks.
[ He says, stepping out of his shoes out of habit. Making himself at home and to the living room, noticing the tea set on the table before he takes a seat. ]
Do you have honey?
[ So in case this... actually does taste like ass, he'd at least be able to not make that bad of a face. ]
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When the door open his eyes find the other's face, and then the hole. He doesn't seem to lack any consideration when staring, finally taking a step in once he's had his fill. ]
Thanks.
[ He says, stepping out of his shoes out of habit. Making himself at home and to the living room, noticing the tea set on the table before he takes a seat. ]
Do you have honey?
[ So in case this... actually does taste like ass, he'd at least be able to not make that bad of a face. ]