Wow I really, really like this ship. This is the sequel to I'd Rather Dance With You. Some of my stories in the future will be set in between these two stories, some will be set after this one. I'll try to let you know. This story is also lowkey a sequel to one of my "old" BH6 stories, Money Doesn't Grow On Trees. If it's been a while since you read that one check it out. I wrote it before I had my own headcanon name for Wasabi haha.


"Wesley," Kwan-Sun waggled his fingers in his boyfriend's face to get his attention.

"Oh, what? Sorry, Sunshine, what's up?" Wesley "Wasabi" Ginger looked up from his laptop, where he'd been polishing his resume for the 100th time. All his friends had read through his references and reassured him that it was already perfect, but it wasn't unusual for him to fret over the tiny details. Especially since he hadn't gotten past the interview stage of the job hunt, and most places hadn't even interviewed him.

Kwan-Sun set down his knitting project, always content just to sit down next to the chiseled statue of a man next to him, but Wasabi had been so stressed out lately that Kwan-Sun had decided to distract him, with any means necessary.

"We should go shopping, babe. Get some groceries."

"Oh my gosh, are we out of something? I'm so sorry, I've been so busy lately I guess I forgot to stock up for your visit."

"We can stock up together," Kwan-Sun said cheerfully, leaning over and kissing Wasabi's cheek, "It'll be fun. Stealing weekends is nice but this will give us a taste of when we live together properly.

Wasabi's eyes widened, "You want to live with me?"

Kwan-Sun nodded, laughing, "What, you didn't think that we'd do long-distance forever, did you?"

Wasabi stood, grabbing his keys and wallet and mulling over the question..

"I didn't want to think about forever. I still feel like one day I'm going to wake up to this whole thing being a dream."

"It is a dream," Kwan-Sun agreed, "The best dream ever." Wasabi nodded, stealing a kiss that lasted for a bit before they left together.

At this point, the whole city knew about the summer romance. Wasabi had been seen at clubs and cafes with the celebrity and the paparazzi had been quick to follow. Wasabi would've liked a little more privacy but Kwan-Sun made him feel happier than anyone else and the trade-offs were worth it.

As they walked into the grocery store, Wasabi held his boyfriend's hand tightly. He didn't want to think about how Kwan-Sun would be leaving in the morning to go back on tour with 4 2 Sing. The other three band members didn't mind Kwan-Sun's relationship with Wasabi but nothing could get in the way of their music.

"I made a list of everything we need to get," Wasabi said, grabbing a cart and unfortunately having to let go of his partner's hand.

"I love how organized you are," Kwan-Sun said sincerely, "though I hope you've left us some wiggle room for impulse purchases."

"I can add wiggle room," Wasabi said, glancing down at the list on his phone and nodding, "if we're responsible about our impulse purchases."

"That takes away from the impulse part of impulse purchases but I'll be responsible. I know you'll keep me in check." Kwan-Sun ran his fingers down Wasabi's arm and Wasabi shuddered.

"Of course…" Wasabi had a hard time resisting the urge to kiss Kwan-Sun's perfect face. He had to focus on pushing the cart so that they didn't get caught doing anything that would look risque on the front of a magazine, like the ones they'd already seen when they walked in. Their first date had been marketable enough, he just wanted a chill shopping date with his boyfriend.

"What's first on our list, captain?"

"Well, we need toilet paper, maybe some chips, coffee beans, eggs, bread, oh and spaghetti sauce."

"Ooh, are we having spaghetti?"

"I figured I would show you some of my skills," Wasabi said, trying to smile flirtily. Kwan-Sun burst out laughing, also having to work really hard not to kiss his dork.

"I'm making breakfast tomorrow morning, then. French toast. Do you like french toast?"

"Of course. I'll add powdered sugar and maple syrup to the list, then."

"You think of everything, babe. Do you ever stop thinking?"

"Nope," Wasabi said honestly, though sometimes he wished he could.

"That's what I thought. I'm really lucky to have someone as smart and cute as you."

"I think I'm the lucky one," Wasabi corrected as they drifted into the aisle with toilet paper and facial tissues.

"We can both be the lucky one, handsome," Kwan-Sun compromised, grabbing a package of TP.

"Not that one!" Wasabi said quickly, "You pay more per roll with this one. Besides, it's kind of sandpapery."

"Oh, oops. Show me what to get, I don't want to make that mistake again. You deserve the very best."

"Ah," Wasabi laughed, "we don't buy the best, we buy the best for my budget."

"I think we can splurge on the best stuff this time," Kwan-Sun encouraged, "Point me in the right direction."

"Well, angel soft, obviously. Next best thing to a bidet."

"I can get you a bidet, babe."

"That's not necessary, maybe when I have a house one day I'll get a bidet."

Kwan-Sun bit his tongue, staring at his boyfriend with thoughtful eyes.

"What's next?"

"We're near the eggs, so let's get some of those."

Kwan-Sun gaped at the number of different cartons, "How many do we need? Which one should we get?"

"I tend to only get a dozen at a time, but we can get 18 if you think you'll need extra for french toast." Wasabi selected a reliable cardboard carton and put it in the seat portion of the cart after checking for cracks.

"On to chips?" Kwan-Sun guessed, nodding at the nearby aisle.

"Yeah, pick whichever suits your fancy, maybe I'll end up trying something new?"

"Oh, awesome! I don't know if they'll have my favorite, but I'll try to get the closest brand. You're really going to have to travel with me sometime, Wes. There are so many things I'd love to introduce you to." Wasabi looked flustered and he stayed silent while Kwan-Sun browsed the chips. Kwan-Sun glanced at the other side of the aisle briefly and lit up, "Oh! They have pocky! We have to get pocky, what's your favorite flavor? You know what, they're all good. let's get a couple."

"Hey, hey," Wasabi laughed a little nervously, "You're only going to be in town for another day, let's maybe stick to one package."

Kwan-Sun turned to him, sulking a little, "Ah, I keep forgetting that I'm going back tomorrow. Why'd you have to remind me?"

"Sorry, Sunshine. I don't like to think about it either. But hey, today will be special. Get your two favorite packages of pocky."

Kwan-Sun nodded solemnly and selected strawberry and chocolate, smirking after a moment, "You know what you do with pocky, right?" Wasabi pressed his lips together, hiding his grin poorly.

"You know," Wasabi said as they turned into the coffee aisle, "I think I love you." He was surprised at the ease of the words as they slipped from his lips and Kwan-Sun was surprised too, face bright red and smile more radiant than a thousand sunsets.

"You're not close to being the first person to say that to me, but this is by far my favorite confession. I love you too, Wesley Ginger. You make me feel like everything up until this point, right here, right now with you, was frivolous, was just fluff. Like cotton candy. Pretty but irrelevant. That's all I was before I met you."

"I never thought you were irrelevant, Kwan-Sun. You've always been my favorite member of 4 2 Sing, and you guys' music got me through a really tough time. Every tough time."

"I'm glad," Kwan-Sun, "because now every time I get on that stage I'm singing to you. Now, what's the best coffee?"

Wasabi glanced at the bags of pricier coffee before reaching for something on a lower shelf. While he reached Kwan-Sun reached over and selected one of the ones Wasabi was clearly pining for.

"That's not what I normally get," Wasabi said, wincing at the price tag.

"But is it better than what you normally get?" Kwan-Sun asked, looking at the sad-looking bag of beans in Wasabi's hand.

"Yeah, but this one is more affordable."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Wes. My treat."

"Your treat? What? No no no, you're not paying for my groceries, Kwan-Sun…"

"I most certainly am," Kwan-Sun said, crossing his arms.

"Listen, babe," Wasabi tried to reason, "you don't have to do that."

"Oh, I know. But I want to. So get the good coffee and the powdered sugar and then we'll find the perfect spaghetti sauce."

Wasabi looked mortified, "Kwan-Sun, I really don't want you to waste your money on me."

"You're not a waste of money, I literally just told you I loved you. Let me show you that, please?"

"At least let me get the cheaper stuff," Wasabi pleaded, gripping the handle of the cart tightly.

"I can afford the good coffee, love."

"But I can't!" Wasabi finally exploded, running one of his hands through his hair anxiously, "I'm still searching for the perfect job, I have the budget of a cafe employee, and I'm really not good enough to be your love."

Kwan-Sun dropped the coffee in surprise, "Oh. Wesley…"

"Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't freak out like that, who freaks out in the middle of a grocery store?"

"Wesley, it's okay. I knew you were stressed out about getting a job, I just didn't realize it ran this deep." Kwan-Sun put a comforting hand on Wasabi's shoulder after picking up the coffee and putting it back on the shelf.

"It runs deeper than you know," Wasabi admitted.

"You can tell me anything. I'm here for you, darling."

"When I first started getting odd jobs my parents would take my money for the house fund. I stopped asking for most stuff because money doesn't grow on trees. I don't expect you to get it, but I can't just accept your generosity. I haven't earned it."

"I don't understand. I don't understand how you don't see that the hours of joy I've spent with you are worth more than a thousand packs of pocky and fancy coffee. Love isn't measured in receipts, Wes. I'm sorry your parents treated you like that. But you're not alone anymore, you don't have to count on yourself anymore. Let me invest in our future, okay? I can help cover grocery and rent costs while you're looking for a job. What's mine is yours, Wes."

"I can't-"

"You can. You've given me more than enough. It's time for me to earn my place, not the other way around."

Wasabi looked choked up, mouth opening and closing wordlessly. Kwan-Sun took that as a good sign and straightened to his full height to kiss Wasabi's stammering lips.

"You are more than enough, as you are, Wesley Ginger. Treat yourself a little."

"I'm starting to believe in this future you speak of," Wasabi said, reluctantly returning the fancy coffee to the cart after they had pulled away from their kiss.

"Good. Because we'll have all the pocky in the world when we live together. And we'll have a bidet."

"Ooh," Wasabi laughed, "what else?"

"We'll cook for each other, most of the time. But we'll have a chef on call if we ever feel lazy. Of course, we can always just go out. I know a lovely little cafe, used to have the hottest waiter before he went on to be an award-winning scientist."

"That waiter sounds like he's super lucky to have a boyfriend who loves him."

"They're both lucky," Kwan-Sun corrected, stealing another kiss before they left aisle seven, both floating on cloud nine.


Lots of breakdowns happen in aisle seven Wasabi it's okay, you're not alone. :D