Another night, another song, another paycheck. This was no exception— as far as things usually went, the club was pretty relaxed. Nobody throwing up, no exceptionally loud profanity, no couples even trying to hide themselves in the corners of the room. It was still early but Jiho had hopes it would stay that way. He nodded at the college student making a request, promising he’d bring up the desired song after the next track. With a polite smile, he waited until the customer turned away before dropping behind the table, looking for his target.
Jeez, barely even heard of this song.. he thought to himself, searching through the stacks of records that were luckily alphabetized. The wanted song was one of those numbers that you heard often enough at parties but barely paid attention to—not really Jiho’s taste. Still, he furrowed his eyebrows in his search—the customer’s always right after all… It took a few moments before he spotted it, his hand snatching at it before nearly jumping out of his skin at the surprise.
His eyes shot up to meet Jihoon and his goofy grin, snorting at the sight of him with a beverage in his hand. He was just lucky to have the record still in his grasp. “Long time, no see. I wouldn’t recommend becoming a professional ghost any time soon, by the way,” Jiho suggested, returning his friend’s grin.
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