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He looked for her as soon as he got off the phone. He'd gone on the roof for some privacy, but... He regretted it. Zen did not have anything to hide, even the fact that his parents most likely will never accept him. Nevertheless, he still hoped. And hoped. And made her wait.

Surely being their  s o n  counted ? Wasn’t there love left, somewhere in their heart ?

He found MC in the kitchen and sank down on a chair. He was defeated to be honest, but he tried to stay positive for the both of them. She had taught him to see the brighter side of things -- maybe the time to use this skill was when life hurt him the most.

“Hey... I just called my parents.”

He sighed, yet smiled apologetically. MC was so patient with him and he constantly felt guilty that she had to put up with his drama. 

“They told me to come when I’ll have a real job...”

I can’t deny that this hurts like hell. Maybe I should give up on them... No matter what, it won’t ever be good enough. They’ll only be satisfied when I’ll become some Jumin guy, and it’s not me -- it’s never been me.

“I’m sorry you have to put up with this... Maybe they just don’t love me, I think I should just give up.”

There he was, running his mouth again when she already had so much to deal with. I should just shut up.

Jaehee feels her glasses slipping down her nose and pushes them back up automatically. It’s strange how quickly things like that become habit and start to happen on their own. Reaching for her coffee next to her, she realizes the cup is barely lukewarm.

Still, she draws it to her face with her left hand, continuing to scroll through her proposal with her right. This is the fifth time she’s re-read this document. Which might have been excessive, if she were doing it for anyone else. 

Coffee smells different when it’s cold, she’s noticed. More acidic. More bitter. It sounds like a metaphor for aging, but she doesn’t want to think about that. Instead she clicks the save button and pulls the screen of her laptop forward, closing it gently. She’ll have to get back to work soon, but not until her cup is warm again. 

Jaehee pushes herself away from her desk and pads into the kitchen, nothing but her thin stockings protecting her feet from the cool tile. She doesn’t mind it, though. It’s...what’s the word? Refreshing. 

A few preparations, a simple button press, and she’s greeted by the familiar sound and smell of fresh coffee. 

Well, I suppose I have a few minutes...

And she pulls her phone out of her jacket pocket, opening the RFA Messenger App. It looks like MC is online. 

Jaehee Kang has entered the chatroom. 

Jaehee Kang: Hello, MC. 

@partycoordinator     

“Are you alright?! Do you need anything?”

@partycoordinator answered:

sentence starters: protective edition | accepting

MC didn’t know what to say. She just sat there on the ground dazed for a moment. She had been able to get up from laying down on the concrete. Then there was the fact that she felt as if her stomach was still in her throat. She groaned after awhile and slowly managed to get up. “I’m fine Jaehee, really. What needs to happen is that a wet floor sign should be put into place. I could have seriously been injured or someone else could have been injured. To not display a wet floor sign is highly dangerous.”

She turned and looked at her friend and smiled. “I’m fine but that doesn’t mean I won’t be feeling this tomorrow morning. Ugh.” She placed a hand on her back and rubbed it. Sitting down and leaning back against something would hurt for a good while she knew. She shook her head.

Jaehee’s face is a picture of worry. It’s been years since she’s had a friend as good as MC, and sometimes even she is surprised at how protective she is. For a moment she just stands there, eyes searching her bruised friend for any serious damage. There doesn’t seem to be any, though, so Jaehee says, “Wait here.”

She walks quickly but carefully across the lobby to the ticket booth. The attendant gives her a pen and paper and she writes a few things down, tears the paper in half and waits. Another figure appears in the booth and she hands him one of the papers before pointing to MC. She doesn’t appear angry, but her face is stern. The second figure nods and bows a little, as if apologizing, and says something to the attendant. 

A moment later, Jaehee is by MC’s side again and the attendant is walking across the room with three Wet Floor signs, placing them at even intervals. She tucks her folded paper into her pocket and smiles a little to cover her fading concern. 

“Let me know if you notice any health problems related to the fall,” she says quietly. Then, “Will you be comfortable sitting at a table? We can go to the park if you’d rather stand.”

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