보고 싶다

“What? When did I say that?” He asked. “I’m not stupid. I don’t think I’m going to find out who this was actually meant to be sent to out in the city,” Simon scowled. “Unless it was someone in my building or someone else I know who decided to send this to me, I don’t think I’m going to find out who it belongs to, so I guess I’ll have to donate it.”

“Donating sounds like a good plan.” Yoosung agreed with pursed lips. “Though it does not look like something someone would send as a joke. Expensive joke. Perhaps someone typed out the wrong apartment number. My roommate drunk orders all kinds of shit, but he also does not realize if I return most of them, because he forgets he bought them anyway.”

☎: for a voicemail not meant for you

“People who leave me alone. And I guess my roommate is okay.”

“Because I’m trying to figure out what to do with it,” Simon said. Though, in hindsight, it would have been a better idea to just leave it at home, or even thrown away. But, at the same time, it had become a mystery that Simon was eager to solve. “If that’s what you’re into, there’s no problem with it. But I’m not, and I have no idea what to do with this. Should I just trash it?”

“So... you’re bringing it with you in case someone in the city will see it and tell you ‘oh, gosh darn, that is mine!’?” Yoosung tilted his head and struggled to hold back a chuckle. “Sweetie, I’m not the type to wear lingerie, sorry to disappoint.” The blond let their gaze wander over the item again. “I am sure you can donate it to charity. They probably don’t get a lot of brand new underwear. Or wait a bit longer to see if you can find the person who bought it.”

regardless of how her interruption might be perceived, and perhaps in some form it could easily be interpreted negatively had the young man wished for other accommodations or simply chosen not to stick around at all for that matter, it was merely the principle of the thing that mattered most in the end. it was with such a concern in mind that nerissa allowed herself to linger just a bit longer, if only to ensure her request met a willing hand. and sure enough, it didn’t appear to fall on deaf ears in any sense; the barista soon went to work and all seemed in order for the time. what more could another ask? 

the singer was just on the brink of turning on her heel, somehow less interested in the whole idea of securing her own drink anymore when the other piped up with a suggestion of his own. well, that was rather thoughtful, wasn’t it? though she’s of half a mind to decline, in part due to it not at all being her intention for that sort of gratitude, she also understands it’s a kindness he seeks to offer perhaps. and so, the woman resigns herself to stating with a softer smile: “a tea latte will be fine. thank you.”

Yoosung offered a rare smile -- one that was shaky and betrayed an obvious lack in experience with them. Despite being a loner, one thing he hated more than displaying moments of weakness and vulnerability, was feeling like he owed someone. And whilst having someone step up to defend him in something as mundane as a coffee shop for being unable to spell his name wasn’t necessarily the kind of thing he would consider exceptionally important, he could definitely appreciate the gesture and knew it would bother him if he didn’t at least try to be civil for once.

“A tea latte, please and thank you.” The latter words were sarcastic and directed towards the barista, though a hint of a smirk pulled at the corners of his lips. Once the orders were handed to him, the blond was quick to extend the woman’s drink over in her direction. “It doesn’t count as much as a thank you, since I didn’t exactly pay for it, but it’s the... the mind that counts? Is that the saying?”

this was going to be the absolute last time that Han would ever try to help out another person. that much was understood to himself as the bratty behavior of the other was still irritating him. Han was under the impression that another coffee, or the promise of one, could fix the attitude. But alas humanity fails him once more. he watched the barista behind the counter carefully after tucking away the spare change from the cashier into his wallet. we give them a chance to mess up, before we insult their establishment again, otherwise, we have to ask to hold the spit in our future orders. we can’t shame the people who make our coffee, then we have to make our own— but there he spotted the problem. he raised his hand, pointed. “It’s Yoosung”

He then, pressumed to spell it for the idiot barista, his condescending tone droning on “Y-o-o-s-u-n-g. Remember the name for next time.”

he then turned to Yoosun to give him an uncharacteristic perk of a smile.  “I apologize for my laughter. I hope you enjoy your next coffee, Yoosung.” he stepped aside, presumably to Yoosung’s left to continue to watch the barista, making for a rather uncomfortable environment, so he spoke.

“It’s such a shame that such an establishment could have a reputation tarnished due to poor customer service.”

Yoosung stiffened when the stranger spoke again, his eyes narrowing. “Excuse me, but how the fuck do you know my name?” The words weren’t meant as a threat as much as they came out, but his paranoia was quickly getting the best of him and he felt the strongest urge to just run out. And although he tried to stay rational, there was no way someone could have just gotten his name from ‘You Suck’ -- there were too many options and variations, especially when it came to Korean names.

Taking a step back, the blond kept his eyes on the male, rather than waste another second on some asshole barista. “Who sent you? Was it my family? I cannot get any further away, leave me the fuck alone.”

“Thanks for calling me honey,” Mickie smiled, and he was trying to understand the other’s point of view see the grays of the world instead of the black and white he was shown throughout all his life. “Okay, I see and well you are very attractive but so I just assume people hit on you even if you’re appalled by it. I understand sometimes people should stop assuming things because they think it’s the natural state of things, right? I don’t know what I love to do, I wasn’t really allowed to do a lot of things growing up except train.”

Yoosung wasn’t sure what to make of the stranger’s behavior -- their odd way of talking and carefree attitude had the blond confused and a little uneasy. “They do indeed.” He replied with a purse of his lips, not sure if he should be thanking the other for the compliment and ultimately deciding he wasn’t obligated to do so. “Train? Listen kid, fuck whatever your parents said you could or couldn’t do, you’re an adult now, so act like one.”

“Not that I am assuming many people understand me, but I would rather be ugly. I don’t care if people judge me, they do that anyway. Though I don’t know if people will still let me do their makeup if I’m that ugly, but I could always cover my face. Nothing annoys me more than people being fucking ignorant. Let me give them a reason to be awful by being ugly, whatever.”

“You really had to, didn’t you? You had to. Fucking hell. My dad blaming me for all his problems and then deciding to fucking traumatize me on his way out. Out of spite.”

“There is no god.”