their little non-rendezvous.
for @hyebinmi | ‘he just can’t say no to her’
For months he had been working at Daegujib, literally meaning ‘House of Daegu’; a grilled house belonged to his uncle from his mother’s line, Han Seungho began to realize that some days and weeks could give him time to breathe the air when workload became less and there were not much meat to serve on the tables. every mid-week of a new month, that is, where workers were too broke to buy expensive meat and took their comrades for a company gathering. Or a group of middle-aged women stopped by after a dinner show, gossiping about the hunk or their annoying husbands and children (sometimes, repeatedly telling Seungho to get himself a good wife). Or a lonely man (or woman), who would eat alone a bowl of cold noodles with bottles of soju, getting irresponsibly drunk. Seungho was fond of the nights when he didn’t have to work overtime, going home or out with his friends without smelling like a smoked beef. and today, he had a plan to sleep early. he was looking forward for tomorrow’s news, about an opening night for the new set of ancient jewelry displayed at the museum.
it was until he heard a soft clink from the door. “I’m sorry, we’re already--” he stopped midway of his sentence, just to break into an annoyance when Seungho recognized the face. “...close.” he was done cleaning the last table, when Hyebin showed up at the door, looking messy--but still cute--in her outfits. Looking over his shoulder, Seungho read the time hanging on the wall. It was one minute past to ten at night. “Thanks so much, song hyebin. You came on time for my overtime,” he sarcastically spoke, rubbing his hands against the apron. It was good to see her, but he would prefer it if they could meet on different time and place. Seungho smiled. “Want some drink?”
