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Jongbin loved routing through the pockets of the newly donated clothes. Since starting at One Man’s Chest he had already found a selection of treasures he’d sneakily kept for himself. Used ticket stubs and messily scrawled notes lay collected in a tin over his bed at home. Sticking his hand deep into a garishly patterned coat before him he felt paper crinkling between his fingers. Excitedly he examined his findings. “Candy!”
Jongbin felt his stomach turn as soon as the sweetness touched his lips. He looked up, guilt crossing his face. “These are not good,” he mumbled around the candy before spitting it into his palm. “You didn’t see that.”
One Man’s Chest was Riley’s Rodeo Drive. The coat he was wearing was from this shop, scavenged from a rack in the back, the zipper fixed with Pippa’s help. Here was where he found all his old records, and CDs and tapes he could only play in his car because he was still looking for that perfect boombox that could play both CDs, tapes, and radio. It might have been smarter to just buy something new but Riley was what you would call stubborn, and only a little frugal. One Man’s Chest was also where he went to feel better. It just felt like home.
He saw Jongbin from the corner of his eye, having headed into the shop knowing his roommate would be working here today. Riley thought he’d just ask when Jongbin had a break, or when his shift would be over, and then they could go for some cocoa. What he didn’t count on was his friend eating rotten candy.
“I definitely saw that,” he said, lightly judging in that Riley-way. “Isn’t that like the third time that’s happened? I mean...dude.” Riley rolled his eyes with a stifled smile.













