#opendamien

"No.” Damien started, his eyes not even looking up from the stock order form he was scribbling on behind the bar, “You could pay me a million bucks, it still wouldn’t be enough to get me up there. This stupid karaoke night was a fucking disaster before it even started, they don’t need my voice making it worse.”

Young-Jin had had his head buried in file after file that evening, to the point where he was barely aware when he yawned anymore. His eyes had scanned over so many words, his hand signing so many signatures and dates that he was pretty sure it had become reflex by this point. But then came the sound of someone entering the surgery and he peeked up from over the desk, furrowing his eyebrows, “Hey, how can I-” He started, before he realised it was dark out. One quick check of his watch and he winced, “Uh, sorry. We’re closed... You’re going to have to come back tomorrow.”