"Ramen?"
"It's all we can afford, Wonshik."
A sigh.
"I know. Good thing I love how you make it, Taekwoon."
A laugh.
"Do we have any more water?" Taekwoon asks, pushing his greasy hair up and back.
"One bottle," Wonshik answers, fixing his backpack on his shoulders.
"Damn it," Taekwoon curses, stirring the barely hot water.
"I could work a night in the club. We'd get some money, and I could steal some water," Wonshik speaks, looking over him.
"No. We agreed to never do that. We'll reach Seoul, and become approved by a company," Taekwoon denies, looking at him. Wonshik sits beside him, and lays his head on Taekwoon's shoulders. He pecks Taekwoon's check, and smiles weakly.
"Look at you being the bright spot," he speaks.
"Don't get used to it," Taekwoon decides, "and hand me the flavor packet."
Wonshik chuckles, and hands it to him. Taekwoon pecks his lips, and added the flavor to the water.

A/N: 158. I've done worse, but the vampires are next. I like vampires. (-<) <3 ^_^