#bb: open

the commute from the clinic to his apartment isn’t a particularly daunting one. but woojung knows that as soon as he’s through his front door and changed into something more comfortable, his motivation will be shot for the night. and the beginning of the year means an influx of appointments and a shortage of staff due to circulating illnesses. woojung still has some shuffling to do with patient appointments to fit into the short-staffed schedule. so, with his laptop tucked into his messenger bag, woojung steps into win win cafe. it’s late, so he orders himself a green tea instead of his usual americano. for how late it is, the cafe is unusually busy. there isn’t a single open table, so woojung steadies himself with a breath before approaching a lone patron at one of the tables. “excuse me,” he begins, fingers tight around the strap of his bag and his takeout cup. “is it alright if i join you? i promise i’m a well-behaved tablemate.”

{text}  You don't know me,  maybe you do,  but how about dinner and a movie?  all on me a lonely person. 

"Here,"  he held out the box.  "I promise its safe I just feel like making someone smile today"  He knew this was likely odd and suspicious.  He wouldn't trust this if it were him so if they threw it back in his face he wouldn't take any offense.  

The gym had become Jaxon’s sanctuary. It was his happy place. He’d just gotten done recording this week’s video and he really couldn’t be bothered with editing, right at this minute. So, he packed his gym bag and headed to his home away from home. With his earbuds in, he started on the stair climber. He breezed through his warm-up and headed right into his usual routine. Before he’d realized it, nearly two hours had passed. Jaxon was sweating profusely and exhausted. He loved the burn that the gym gave him. He pulled out his earbuds and made his way to grab his post workout juice. Today; orange, carrot and ginger. He paid the cashier and turned to exit the gym. But leave to Jaxon to bump right into the person behind him, spilling his juice all over them. “Oh, fuck! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know there was anyone behind me. I have a spare shirt, if you want it. Wow, I’m such a klutz.” He groaned, cheeks taking on a pink tint.

Blinking sleep out of his eyes, he took a sip of his drink (spiced blood mixed with coffee, a favorite of his from the cafe) before setting it aside. He licked his lips, stepping out from behind the counter; only to bump into a soft body, the air being knocked out of him. “Whoops, watch where you’re going,” he huffed with a chuckle, a smile following suit. He was being friendly, a sort of partial facade. “You okay, though? Sorry, I’m a bit clumsy.”