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        when he had asked if da-som could hold watch over him today, haneul had given him a knowing-grin and for a moment, minsu had thought that his answer would have been no, until the older hellcat patted him on his cheek, something patronizing, and said, âyou have been so good, you deserve a good time.â minsu had almost smacked the other with the skateboard tucked under his arm. wondered how hard he had to hit to break haneulâs nose and make his smug face something appealing to look at, but then that wouldnât have given him what he wanted and maybe the appearance that he was actually trying to behave would get him out of the situation he was in.Â
so here he is right now, in a convenience store with the presence of the dancer. there is nothing, in particular, he is looking for, just combing through the alcohol aisle. last night was with a few hours of sleep, but it certainly doesnât feel like it, the horror of his nightmares creeping each time he shuts his eyes, crawling like spiders his skin.Â
reality comes back to him when the ringing of a shop bell alerts the entrance of a customer. flinching at the loud sound, the bottle he had been holding slips from his grasp and smashes on the floor. red wine spills across white floor tiles and from his angle, in the dim lights of the convenience store, the wine looked like blood from a wound, triggering with it the trauma, the memory of his friend beaten, that he tried so hard to avoid. to those that know him, the broken bottle, appears like one of his careless and reckless actions and not something serious. âwell, itâs not gonna be this one,â he says looking her way, his words drenched in their usual playfulness of sarcasm. dark green glass cracks under his boots, as he steps on it to move to another shelve of the section, the cracking sound trying to mask the torment that his heart is going through. âyou sell something for sleep?â he mutters, skipping straight to the point of what he wants from da-som, and between the shelves of the store, they both know he means something that isnât easily available without prescription. doe-eyes lingering on a bottle of soju, he adds, âsomething that keeps you awake for a long time.âÂ
 da-som had been keeping an extremely low profile after everything that happened, not even wanting to be around any gang member in public until everything died down. her attention had been solely focused on the older men she had been seeing and just.. time for herself. which was something she didnât really get nowadays considering she was always working or out with somebody. it was nice having the time to reflect and relax, and she honestly needed that time for herself. so when minsu had asked her to hang out, she was extremely reluctant at first, especially because she assumed that he wanted something.
   she had been browsing through the bottles of alcohol herself, her manicured nails gliding across the glass as she walked down the aisle, though her gaze snapped to him in an instant as the glass smashed around the floor, eyes closing slowly before her palms rubbed against her eyes gently. she was frustrated as hell, but there was no way that she was messing up her eye make-up. after all, she assumed he wanted something, obviously she thought he wanted a good time, and she could supply that in a dance. though what caught her off guard completely was what she really wanted, her eyes rolling as she reached for a bottle of soju. now she definitely needed something to get her through this conversation. it was her job, but she felt bad dealing to people she knew and who seemed like they desperately needed it.
     âso thatâs what you want.â da-som said, readjusting her skirt as she walked past a few guys, holding out the bottle for minsu to carry for her. âi know weâre friends and everything, but i thought you wanted me to dance for you or something.â it was slightly sad that was her first thought of someone wanting something from her, but drugs wasnât necessarily the best second option either. âhave you tried anything? because i donât want you doing the hard shit and getting addicted to it.â she whispered under her breath, moving to link arms with him so she didnât have to speak so quietly. â-- modafinil.. it act as a stimulant but is actually a eugeroic -- itâll keep you awake and alert, so i could ask around and see if i could get my hands on some of that for you. it will probably stop working after a while though.â she explained, unlinking arms with him quickly after and reaching for the bottle she had once gave him, âi care about you.. a lot. so if you want to fuck that up and take something hard? iâll get you whatever you want, but iâm advising against it.â
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