teddyliuwho:
"Every. Night." He repeats, his tone and expression serious as sin. He can only maintain this solemnity for a split second before his mouth breaks into a goofy grin — a sight any Boobie Trap regular would find familiar. “Sorry for talking about dicks in front of your coworkers. That's probably super weird for you, being their boss and all. What's that thing big companies have? HR? It's probably not HR approved." There is no HR department at the Boobie Trap. Or, unsurprisingly, within the underground fighting ring. In either case, he's pretty sure he'd be unemployed if they did. Doubly so. He is, after all, standing here talking about dicks with a customer. However... "My name's Teddy," he says, reasoning that if they exchanged names, the Handsome Boss wouldn’t just be a customer, he’d be a friend. And talking about eating dicks with your friend isn’t weird. Well, not as weird. “Short for Theodore, although nobody's ever called me that. Or Theo. Or Ted. But maybe I'll give Ted a go when I'm, like, 40 or 50. It always sounded like an All-American, suburban dad name to me.” He extends his hand. It is big and slightly rough, his healing factor seemingly not deeming its many calluses a threat to his general health. After they shake, his eyes dart down to the man’s full glass and then back to his face. While Teddy wouldn’t describe the man’s expression as pained, it’s evident that he is, perhaps by nature, a tightly wound coil. There’s a subtle crease between his dark brows, small frown lines by the corner of each well-shaped lip, which were otherwise pressed together in a manner that, to the untrained eye, appeared neutral. The muscles beneath his nice shirt were taut at the shoulders. “You’ve barely touched your beer. Do you want something else? I could make you a cocktail. They’re not on the menu, but,” he shrugs and smiles.
“We’re friends now. So.”
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"Okay." Minjun ended up saying, nodding quickly with his eyes wide. He most definitely looked (and acted) like a startled deer in that moment, staring up at the man and incapable of forming words. It was all a little overwhelming. The room felt hot, and so did the back of his neck. He laughed (tried to) anyways. "It's... definitely not, but..." his eyes strayed to the rag-tag bunch downing their refilled beers. "They say a lot of weirder stuff to me."
The amount of lewd jokes he was subjected to on a daily basis would have been enough to make a nun burst into flames. Not to mention the amount of times Minjun had to pull out the 'TMI' card on one of the guys was enough to fill several decks. But also, it made him incredibly jealous. Minjun did not have anyone to do TMI things with.
He sighed, and then promptly shook all of it off.
Minjun stared at the man for a long time, even cocking his head to the side. "You look like a Teddy," Minjun said eventually, shaking the proffered hand. Large, huggable, bear-like. The last bit was because there was something in the man's eyes that reminded him of Winnie the Pooh. But also, yeah, he was built to the point where Minjun feared for anyone who would ever possibly get into a fight with the guy. "I'm Minjun." He took out his business card from the pocket of his jacket, a customary habit, and handed it over. It was nondescript, all cream card stock and small black lettering. It was just his name, business email and his work number, but he was proud of it nonetheless.
At the mention of his beer, Minjun also found himself looking down. The glass, dripping with condensation, bubbles of froth slowly dying at the top, it should have looked appetizing, but Minjun had never been much of a drinker. The last drink he had had was with his father, the very last time he'd seen him, actually. They had shared a bottle of rice wine deep in the forests, bonding after years of separation. After that, he had never been able to drink, unwilling and unable to celebrate any moment without his parents.
He suddenly felt incredibly out of place. Well, even more than before. "I don't drink, actually," he said apologetically, head ducked. It felt almost rude, like he was offending the man for not drinking. "If I could actually get some water, that'd be really nice."














