Dim Sum For Two?
@247jiyong
On good days Jackson got off by midnight and cooked himself a healthy homemade meal. Unfortunately it wasn’t one of those days if the large bags of Chinese take out were anything to judge by. The smell of greasy, juicy, unhealthy dumplings wafted up from the stark white cartons and set his mouth watering. He glanced at his watch, letting out an exhausted sigh as 2:30 glared back at him on the digital screen. He hadn’t eaten all day and this was probably the worst option, but he needed comfort food after a long day of photo shoots and endorsements. The clicking of his dress shoes echoed against the pristine walls of the hallway until he stopped in front of the glossy metallic walls of the elevator. Absently pressing the up button in his dazed state, random thoughts filtering through his mind. Was his routine going to change anytime soon? Would anything interesting happen today? Why do small dogs bark so much?
The elevator door dinged and slid open, with a single occupant from the parking basement settled against the corner of the elevator, seeming haggard and faintly smelling of booze. Shrugging off any hesitation he stumbled in leaning against the opposite corner and glanced at the other male. A spark familiarity tingled up his spine, causing Jackson to take a double take in confusion. The male looked simultaneously put-together and messy after what he assumed must have been a party from the faint smell of soju and the irritating party glitter that high-end clubs used flaking off his clothes. It wasn’t until Jackson made eye contact did he feel a rush from the past. Once again he was the young, rash and rebellious freshman watching one of the more powerful cliques strut through the hallways. The Empire, the power lust group, the ones that everyone imagined would rule whatever industry they chose. And here he was, the lone king among the queens. Kwon Jiyong. Jackson hadn’t known him personally back then, they were of acquaintances at most. Jiyong was the high class sunbae and Jackson was the lively freshman, the puppy of the school. The most he could remember was brief conversations and greetings during parties.
Blinking away the memories he shot Jiyong a cautious smile, shifting his feet as he debated whether or not he should approach him. There was a possibility that Jackson could be digging up unwanted memories, seeing as how most of the former peers he has met so far have been prickly. However, fate seemed on his side when he noticed Jiyong blankly stare at his takeout, along with the faint rumble of a stomach grumbling. With a cheeky grin he lifted up the take out bag, chuckling as Jiyong’s eyes followed the movement until breaking eye contact with the food and instead establishing it with him.
“Kwon Jiyong, right? From Cheongnam? It’s been awhile, you probably don’t remember me. Jackson Wang?”