all minseok wanted was some peanut butter for the sandwich he was making himself for lunch.

peanut butter.

so how is it that he finds himself in the middle of an apple orchard, bodily trapped in between luhan and sehun, being frogmarched across the grassy fields toward a bright red barn?

peanut butter for christ’s sake!

“come on hyung!” sehun chirps, clutching on to minseok’s left arm, skipping up and down. “the sign says cows over there! let’s go see!”

“no,” luhan interrupts, yanking minseok’s other arm, bringing them all to a sudden halt. “let’s go check out the trees! they’re apple trees! apples!”

“he wants to see the cows,” sehun says with a frown, tugging minseok back to his side.

“trees,” luhan retorts, digging his heels into the ground and pulling minseok’s arm harder. “minseok-ge come on!”

minseok quietly endures a few minutes of sehun’s and luhan’s tug-of-war, jerking back and forth like a rag doll, before finally snapping.

“luhan!” minseok raises his stern, adult voice above their bickering (or as stern as his kind voice can go), trying and failing to shake them off his arms. “i just want some peanut butter! please, why are we here?”

“oh,” luhan pouts, visibly deflating at being scolded. “well, i was asking chanyeol at k-dorms and sehun overheard and said he was gonna get you some.”

“so where did it go?” minseok turns to sehun, raising a brow.

“i was on my way to the store,” sehun explains, still clinging to minseok’s sleeve, “but luhan hyung followed me and said he was gonna make homemade peanut butter for you because you’re all into the health thing.”

“yeah,” luhan interjects, pressing in to capture minseok’s attention, “so i was gonna buy some peanuts to make you some fresh, homemade peanut butter!”

“okay,” minseok frowns. “but i still don’t see how making peanut butter should bring us to an apple field. and i still don’t see any peanut butter, of any kind, anywhere.”

“oh,” sehun says, surreptitiously pulling minseok’s arm a little bit closer to himself. “that, well, since luhan hyung was gonna make you peanut butter, i was gonna squeeze you some fresh apple juice! the freshest of the fresh! so here we are!”

minseok blinks, mind a hurricane of different thoughts crashing and colliding against each other, making minseok feel slightly nauseous.

he sighs, glancing back and forth at luhan’s and sehun’s hesitantly smiling faces, and decides he can’t really stay mad at them.

“can we just,” minseok says in a pleading voice, gently tugging his much abused arms out of the other two’s grasps, “can we please go home? i just want to eat my sandwich.”

“are you hungry?” luhan perks up, hand automatically shooting out to grab the hem of minseok’s shirt.

“let’s get bubble tea!” sehun suggests, grabbing onto the other side. “hyung buy me bubble tea!”

and minseok sighs in resignation, surrendering himself mentally and physically, as luhan and sehun drag him back to the orchard gates, sehun frantically waving his hand at manager hyung to hurry up and start the car.