"It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.”
the cafe is relatively quiet, stuck in a limbo between the morning rush and the afternoon wave, but it’s still too early for london’s liking.
soojung sits in front of her, stirring her coffee with a spoon while london blinks over and over again, trying to clear the fuzziness in her vision as she looks down at her page, her own coffee steadily growing cold. soojung’s talking about something, and london’s listening, she swears she is; she’s just trying really hard to focus her eyes.
she gives up, eventually, like she always does, and puts her pen down, shuts her notebook, rubs her eyes before reaching for her coffee, pulling it closer to her and reaching for the sugar. soojung continues to talk, and london makes no move to interrupt her.
she’s just about finished pouring her second packet of sugar into her coffee when she finally tunes in properly to the conversation.
“blow jobs, huh,” she says, picking up her spoon to start stirring, slowly, because she’s thinking things over. “i suppose if they take it as an apology, it’s fine. if they forgive you, that’s chill. and if you change your technique with each dick you suck, then even better. no two apologies should be the same, unnie.” london pauses to take a sip. “like, i’m sure you give a stellar performance. maybe just throw in a quick, ‘i’m sorry,’ at the end or something. just to really drive the point home, you know?”
