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Seyong / Chaejin #11

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i don't know wth i tried to write here but i _tried_

Seyong threw back another shot of soju, grimacing as the burn traveled down his throat, tasteless and uninspiring. The rejection was still fresh on his mind – a sure symptom of not enough alcohol. Everything was moving too slow. Perhaps he should just drink straight from the bottle and sign up for a pole dancing class since that’s all he was good for anyway according to him.

All Seyong wanted to do was drink until he forgot why he came here, and then pick himself up and become a better man tomorrow.

Maybe.

He wiped his nose on his sleeve, the cold night air causing his nose to run and the tips of his ears to tingle, but the soju made him feel warm.

A hand gently touched his shoulder, “Sir, are you okay?” The soft high sound of a boy going through puberty roused him from his thoughts.

Seyong shrugged the hand off, but the person was persistent, so he turned his head to the side to tell whomever it was to mind their own business. He wasn’t a charity case.

But, the instant Seyong locked eyes on the kid, Seyong felt like he had just found his savior in the form of a messy haired teen with a warm smile. Here was someone whose mere presence calmed him from the teen’s red nipped nose and cheeks, to the curl of his fingers at the edge of his apron. He had to take a moment to blink away the alcohol haze, wondering if the halo of light that surrounded the boy was all in his head.

It turned out to be just a trick of the light.

“Do you need anything?” The teenager asked, clearing away his empty bowl and glancing down at Seyong’s almost empty soju bottle. He seemed apprehensive; he probably thought Seyong was another alcoholic.

Seyong smiled as big as he could muster – it wasn’t so hard after all. “Could you just,” – he rubbed at his stubbly chin – “tell me your name?”

“Chaejin, it’s Chaejin.”

Chaejin smiled back and handed him a napkin wipe.

Seyong blew his nose into the napkin. Perhaps he didn’t have to try to pretend to himself anymore, the clock was ticking and it didn’t seem so cold outside.

“Thanks Chaejin. Hey, do you work here everyday?”