“ We never tell anyone about this. ”
As the other spoke; Dojoon couldn’t help but wholeheartedly agree. He shivered at the thought of anyone knowing about this incident. How his co-workers would look at him different, how his mother would scold him. Never in his entire life was the twenty-eight year old man so put off by something he’s done.
“I blame you,” he all but whimpered as he picked the garbage off his shoulder, “You were the one who wanted to go digging in that dumpster… I don’t care if you saw someone throw a new game system there. It would have been less embarrassing and scarring to just buy the damn thing… oh god, what is this? … never mind, I don’t want to know.”
Close to tears, Dojoon held back his nausea as he shook his head and sent a glare towards his friend; “We’re showering at yours. No way am I letting my precious kitty deal with this stench.”
