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Jongin is startled when he feels a weight drop onto his shoulder. He glances over and finds Sehun out cold in the seat beside him. He leans to the side and fixes Sehun’s head so that he’s more comfortable. The bus is fairly quiet since not many people want to leave air-conditioned Seoul in the middle of summer to go to humid and mosquito-ridden countryside fields.  

It’s been an hour into the drive and there’s still another forty minutes to go before they’ll reach home. So Jongin chooses to nap too, leaning his head against Sehun’s and loving the feeling of Sehun’s hand on his thigh.

“You’re so skinny, eat more!”

Sehun watches helplessly has Jongin’s grandmother pushes more and more side dishes in front of him and watches him with eager eyes.

“Eat all that you want. There’s more in the kitchen!”

Sehun is used to all the doting but he can never get used to the amount of food Jongin’s family feeds him every year. He always comes back to Seoul a few pounds heavier and cheeks a little rounder. Somehow, he manages to lose it all before winter break though.

Jongin snickers beside him and picks fish cake from the plate nearest to Sehun. This doesn’t go unnoticed by his grandmother, who swats his hands out of the way. “Eat your greens and leave Sehun alone. The boy is a stick!” Jongin hides a smile when Grandma pinches Sehun’s cheek and leaves the boy still as a rock.

“Incoming,” his mother calls. Jongin clears the table for his mother’s pot of tofu soup and the woman sets it down in front of Sehun and Jongin.

“Thanks, Mom,” Jongin says. Sehun pinches his thigh as a reminder to not talk with his mouth full. Sehun chimes in with his thanks as well and begins to eat too.

Dinner here is definitely louder than in Seoul, where it’s usually just Sehun and Jongin and occasionally Kyungsoo. They never get these hearty meals with a table overfilled with side dishes. In Seoul, it’s rice, kimchi, and whatever main dish Sehun decided to make. More often than not, there’s takeout on the table.

When Sehun feels like his stomach is about to burst from the amount of food he’s eaten, Jongin finally stops – and it’s only after Sehun had made it apparent that he can’t take Grandma prodding every body part anymore by playing footsie under the table. “Mom, I’m taking Sehun to my room!” He helps with the dishes while Sehun is stuck in that chair while Grandma dotes on him some more and manages to extract Sehun from her only after promises that the