any thoughts on bar owner jeongyeon and recently widowed dahyun????
but i guess jeongyeon would be very quiet and respectful towards the pale lady that's been sitting next to the door at least four nights a week for the last two months.
she cries, and ends a bottle of whisky like it's water sometimes, always going home only when they start preparing to close the bar. jeongyeon is surely worried, watching the woman from afar, but she forces herself to mind her own business.
it's not until the third month that the first conversation happens, and it's more of jeongyeon heatedly explaining that she can't let the woman drive if she's drunk.
"look, what's your name?", jeongyeon asks, hurrying to hold the lady's arm when she trips and almost falls. it's late, and they're almost in the middle of the street, the bar's neon sign iluminating their faces with colorful lights.
"da-," she hiccups, and laughs, trying to reach for her carkeys on jeongyeon's hand, "hyun. i'm not drunk, that's b-," another hiccup, "bullshit".
"you can't even walk straight", jeongyeon points, sighing. it's not the first time she has to deal with drunk customers, but there's something about this girl, the way her hand is tight on jeongyeon's jacket, the way her smile doesn't reach her eyes. she's intriguing.
"of course i can", dahyun says, "i can even do the four, if you want me to", she reaches for the keys again, jeongyeon simply holding her arm up. dahyun is tiny next to her, and it's barely an effort.
"if you lift four fingers, i'll feed you to the sharks", jeongyeon is holding dahyun by the waist now, to try and stop her from jumping on top of her for the damn keys. "dahyun, listen," she tightens her grip, "i know we barely know each other..."
dahyun laughs at that, hiccuping three more times in between before she speaks, "i know you. you stare at me a lot."
jeongyeon blushes, but she's not really embarassed at that. dahyun is pretty. "do you think it'd be okay if i took you home? it's almost 5am, there's no way i'm letting you on a cab"
dahyun wonders, but by the way she clingles to jeongyeon even more, dizzying the taller girl, it's a yes.
not after a quick swap of her fingers on her phone is jeongyeon helping dahyun inside her own car, making sure to put on her seatbelt, gasping out a surpised sound as she feels hands cupping her cheeks and a chaste kiss being pressed to her lips.
"thank-", hiccup, "you", dahyun smiles, eyes teary, and jeongyeon only nods at she takes the driver's seat.
