“Every day used to be COLORLESS,“ that was the simple way of putting it. How to tell someone of your past trauma without actually telling them. But things didn’t look so bleak now. Therapy was helping, it was slow progress, but he was getting to a better place. “Things are better now, not the best, but BETTER.”

“ by the way thank you for that donation, i will pretend i don’t know you did that, hyung. ”

oof that’s one sore spot we’re hitting. solbin’s family is shit and most likely they’d demean solbin even more for entering sex work when it’s technically their fault for constantly sayng that solbin was nothing but a vapid pretty face with no talent and a good looking body if he ended up getting involved in a business ‘meant for the likes of him’. they’d say things like they’re not surprised to see him doing like that because that’s what they expected from one like him, and you know… just nasty, verbally abusive sentences meant to make solbin feel even more like shit with his body and his own self.but they know nothing. besides that solbin’s living in another town they don’t really know what business, nor they really care. they never really cared about him, honestly.

ㅤㅤ" you don't have to try so hard, you know. " the words alone might sound like a callout, but minjoon hopes his tone is gentle enough to soften the blow. is it a bit much to say something like that to someone he's not even on a first name basis with? maybe. but he's seen some of daewon's content online, has seen how hard the guy tries to be entertaining, and it's genuinely surprising to see that he's not so different in reality. admirable as his dedication is, minjoon can't imagine how exhausting it must be.

“you could just— leave it alone?”

when dohyun insisted on showing him something “cool,” jiwon expected security footage of a shopper doing something embarrassing or a stash of edibles hidden in the break room. even a dead rat in the women’s toilet would have been fine, but reality is worse than all of those combined. instead, dohyun’s brought him to a vaguely human-sized hole in the wall of a rarely used storage closet, just big enough for someone slim to slip through sideways. the space swallows what little light reaches it, making it impossible to tell if it’s 3 inches or 3 meters deep. there shouldn’t be anything behind this wall besides plumbing, yet— here’s a hole, leading to who knows what. jiwon doesn’t really care to find out. he just wants to leave with dohyun now that his shift is over and watch that new foreign film at the cinema like they planned. unfortunately, dohyun has other plans now.

“wait a second, you can’t just— get out of there!”