— wanna try "high spirit"? im sure you never had one

— i am not a fan of energy drinks.

— you didnt even try em before, did ya?

He stares at his only friend, unsure if he should give it a go. Little sparkles in Chan's eyes emit warmth. A sly smile makes him look like a cat that broke something expensive and fragile.

— i am sure it is oversweetened.

— nah its fine, — he makes a little sip, light lining his silhouette. His neck, that was hidden by his "scarf" mask before, bares just a little bit, revealing soft pinkish skin. — look its fine

— it does not seem like my type of drink.

— all excuses lol

Duk felt a pang of guilt shooting through his chest. Why’s he being such a coward after all? He won't die after a single sip of flavored chemicals.

— ... alright, i will give it a try, — he muttered shyly.

— just one sip, youll love it, — Chan looks straight into his eyes, a small grin tugging corners of his lips.

Duk leans forward a little to take the canned drink and takes his hand off wooden surface, ready to sip "HIGH SPIRIT", but all of sudden he’s taken by the collar of his t-shirt.

— what-... — the Canadian yelped before drowning in his own emotions, helplessly dissolving in his only friend's favorite taste.