— EMPTY POCKETS
AND NOW FOR THE MAIN EVENT ... with @lmxdowoon
it’s not the first time he’s been in such a situation, but it’s no less humiliating than it had been when he was a younger man. sometimes the kid at the register is nice, accommodating enough that they’ll spare him the few coins he’s missing to be able to meet the price. other times, they’re new, or uptight, and he can’t really blame them for doing their jobs, but it would be nice to catch a break. it’s not like taeyong does this on purpose, he just doesn’t carry much cash these days. and it would be fine if the booth took cards, but they don’t. so taeyong digs through every pocket on his body, looks desperately around for a take a penny dish, to no avail.
he’s 500 won short for a candied apple, he’s already taken a bite, and the woman on the other end of the stall is giving him a look that says he better find the cash or else she’ll be finding the police.
his wallet is light, entirely empty save for his id and the cards within. his pockets are filled only with lint and old receipts. in the past he’s offered to wash dishes, stock shelves, count inventory, anything to make up for his lack of funds. it’s his own poor planning this time; not bringing cash to a festival was a downright stupid idea.
“excuse me,” taeyong, brow furrowed, turns to the person behind him in line. “this is really embarrassing, do you think you can spot me 500 won? i can pay it back, i’ll give you my number and everything, but i don’t have any more cash on me.”
