the fearsome jung soojung
the fearsome jung soojung
pg for swearing
A/N: I missed gongstal, and I needed to get back into the swing of writing again.
Models, Chanshik thinks, are on average, too insecure to be beautiful. This appears to go against all logic when he comments on this to one of his colleagues, Sunwoo. Sunwoo is their PR agency's primary book keeper and accountant, meaning that he taxes care of all the taxes and transactions and gets really flustered and has long meetings with Dongwoo, the founder. Dongwoo typically sits at the biggest desk in the front of their office space and adjusts his glasses a lot. All the employees find him akin to a gentle giant, although the rumour mill of the PR and advertising agency say that he was quite formidable in his youth.
Arguably "youth" being five years ago at an international firm is not that long ago. Dongwoo isn't even in his thirties yet.
But the point of the story is that Chanshik had a conversation with Sunwoo over their lunch break, where Chanshik had uttered a controversial comment.
"How are they not beautiful?!" Sunwoo's stammers ,"do you have eyes?"
"Of course I do, stupid."
"Oi, you watch it or I'll mention you to Dongwoo."
Chanshik laughs it off and hands Sunwoo more napkins as he retreats from this conflict. But really, he thinks as he glances back at the images the photographer had forwarded to him, models really are too insecure. Of course, it doesn't really show in the photos, because they're professionals. Models do their job. They advertise the product, they know the right angles, they follow the photographer's directions, and at the end of a really long shoot, they bow and say all the polite things and thank everyone. They're professionals. They know what they're doing.
And yet they are also so wholly unattractive. Take for example, this Jung Soojung girl, he thinks, as the young men pack up the remains of the lunch and quietly return to their posts, this Soojung is beautiful on the outside, and she's been getting a lot of jobs lately. But she really doesn't come off as the most exhilarating and inspiring person to be around. Beautiful people are one thing to look at, but whether you would want to be with them is a completely different story.
Maybe that's why Sunwoo hasn't been able to hold down a stable girlfriend. All the wrong standards. Looks are just the bonus, not the end goal.
And yet despite thinking all these insightful things, Chanshik still looks at Soojung's face for longer than he should before he files the attachments away. She is, admittedly, very pretty.
He doesn't think very much about Soojung for the rest of the month, despite frequenting the client's offices which now had Soojung's photos displayed behind the reception desk. It is only at one of the final meetings when a company celebration dinner is brought up (big, expensive projects like these are to be celebrated) that Soojung reappeared on Chanshik's radar. Everybody involved in the project was offered an invitation. Soojung was no exception.
She turns up on time and wears a polite smile that Chanshik interprets as being on guard, only semi genuine. Her greetings eventually reach Chanshik, and she thanks him for all his work.
"Come on now, are we really going to talk about work at a celebration dinner?"
She rolls her eyes, still smiling, "I was just being polite."
Chanshik nods as he takes his seat, casually gesturing for Soojung to take a seat beside him. "Politeness only gets you so far."
She raises an eyebrow and questions his position. "You're a junior account manager, what do you know about modelling?"
Chanshik shrugs, "I know that it can't be too different from the principals of getting ahead anywhere else."
At this point Soojung seems to grow mildly offended and act significantly more interested in the menu.
This outrages Chanshik a little and for the rest of the night he makes a more determined effort to be a nice guy. This task is also made easier by the fact that Soojung loosens up readily to alcohol. She definitely laughs a lot more under the influence. By the end of the night, Chanshik is handing over his business card and Soojung is using his phone to follow her Twitter and Instagram account.
Women these days.
Chanshik doesn't think much of it though, and intentionally forgets to unfollow her. Chanshik spends the whole train ride home examining her tweets, some directed to fans, some public announcements, and some very cryptic. He doesn't have enough time to sort through her Instagram.
Junior account managers and models don't really have a lot in common, as it turns out. Models belong very much on the creative side of things. Account managers are on the opposite spectrum of the advertising process.
Soojung: We can just be friends you know?
Chanshik: what do you mean
Soojung: I mean that you don't need to find a professional excuse to talk to me, you prick
Chanshik guesses that she's fun. It won't hurt to have her around.
This is how the story of an unlikely partnership begins. Rather rude, rather light-hearted. Two fools not yet ready to admit to themselves what this could be. Too individuals who have yet to look and see the future that could be.
They meet up on an arbitrary weekend. At a bar which Chanshik has never been before. Soojung only ever drinks two drinks a night - but the strength of which varies depending on how she is feeling. Chanshik just doesn't drink much. He claims that he prefers seeing the world sober, but Soojung loudly hypothesises he just doesn't like the taste of alcohol and is a pussy. Chanshik rolls his eyes and buys a very expensive drink and puts it on Soojung's tab when she visits the bathroom.
They're friends now, right? He'll pay her back later.
She punches him and cusses at him.
"Watch it, model."
The next time they talk - early next morning, Chanshik discovers that Soojung has very hectic and unpredictable schedules, and that she's a lot younger than he is. Take five years for example. This is mildly shocking and Soojung can sense this through the phone. She types out a lot of laughing phonetics at him, and then they spend a lot of time making inappropriate pedophilia related jokes. Soojung then becomes unavailable for six hours. In this time, Chanshik catches up on all his e-magazine subscriptions.
They become good friends, and catch up regularly. Some of their favourite spots include the 24 hour cafe roughly geographically between each others' homes, and Soojung's favourite cat cafe, which she revealed as her high school sanctuary. Chanshik tries to make a joke about how Soojung spends a lot of time in cafes for a model, but after she says that she only drinks low-calorie content anyway, Chanshik feels that he decidedly doesn't want to get involved in that part of her. Soojung is fun when she isn't being a model, he thinks.
Does that make him a bad friend?
Since when was he obligated to be a friend to her anyway?
Chanshik is still thinking about this when Sunwoo taps him on the shoulder to ask what he wants for lunch. They alternate buying lunch for one another. Although the question of tacos or wraps is dropped when Sunwoo notices Soojung's name on one of the minimised chat windows on Chanshik's desktop.
"Isn't that the model you were working with on the -"
"Wraps. Salmon." Chanshik bluntly commands as he deftly dims the monitor brightness.
Soojung makes really good rice paper rolls. They're ridiculously filling given the fact that they're rice paper rolls, which are almost vegetarian save for a minuscule amount of real protein. Soojung jokingly calls it model food, where most of it is fibre and any protein is lean and probably not actually a dead animal. The first time Soojung makes a roll for Chanshik, he is visibly impressed, but his final verdict is that they should still go barbecue some lamb strips.
Soojung agrees to this plan, but only after she checks her calendar to see how many days it is between their proposed dinner date and the next agency weigh-in.
Chanshik says she's crazy.
"Just being careful."
It isn't too long until hiding Soojung from Chanshik's inner circle of friends becomes rather challenging. Somebody is bound to notice who you're messaging at family gatherings, and Twitter mentions and Instagram tags get noticed. So it isn't too long before Chanshik is reiterating for nth time that he is - yes - friends with a model.
Soojung does mostly print jobs right now.
Yes she has been in some TV ads.
It's not within my capabilities to say which one.
Don't ask me, just search her up if youre so curious.
Soojung laughs at this when Chanshik tells her about this exponential development of interest. "Did you show them pictures?"
"Who do you think I am? Of course not."
"Awh," Soojung says from the other end of the phone call, "aren't you sweet."
At the barbecue place that evening, Chanshik and Soojung jokingly make their friendship "Facebook official" and posts a photo of them that they had asked one of the waiters to take. Soojung finds the entire ordeal amusing and just loads more meat onto Chanshik's plate to placate him and mute his half-hearted protests of - people will talk.
"Who do you think you are? Some mysterious hunk who's dating a model?"
Chanshik shuts up and eats under the narrowed gaze of the fearsome Jung Soojung.
Their friendship is going well for a while. Soojung is funny, and really quite fierce, and Chanshik likes that. And admittedly, Chanshik likes that he now has somebody who replies to his 1 AM tweets.
On their first Valentine's Day as friends, Soojung asks if Chanshik has a girlfriend he's hiding somewhere.
"We've been friends for many months now, how could I hide someone that important from you for so long?"
Soojung spoons up some of the froth from her cappuccino, "I was just wondering. But in all seriousness, haven't your parents been asking about when you'll produce children yet?"
"Well I'm not interested in producing any children yet."
"Me neither." Soojung raises her half-empty cup, "a toast to independence and freedom!"
Chanshik chuckles and raises his glass of coffee to meet her's, "Who even toasts with coffee?"
"You got a problem?"
"Nah, you're perfect."
Chanshik has an embarrassing daydream about the possibility of him and Soojung ever being a thing. They would be a snarky couple who made bad digs about each other and laughed at the same dirty jokes. No kids, occasional conflicts over food, a comfortable overlap of professional empathy and enough love to fulfil each other's needs. He is ashamed to admit that this ever happened, so as soon as he steps of the bus and makes his way into the office, he hides this fact very very far back in the darkest recesses of his mind. What he is alright with admitting though, is that his observation of models on average, clearly does not adequately describe Soojung, who is most certainly above average.
Chanshik sighs to himself and sinks into his familiar office chair upon thinking this thought. Maybe this is a topic worth pursuing. And as though to remind him of his past ventures into romance, a very pink photo appears on his Facebook feed featuring his last ex (they broke up a semester before graduation) and her current fiancé. Chanshik's inner green monster threw a small tantrum before he closed the browser window and focused very hard on compiling a brief on one of their potential client's business.
Sunwoo makes a snide comment about how Chanshik might be drowning his sorrows about his single status by adopting a workaholic attitude. (This is especially infuriating because Sunwoo has in fact secured a very nice girl from the reception desk on the ground floor to date, and she makes really good profiteroles.) Chanshik responds by giving Sunwoo the smaller burger for lunch.
Valentine's Day passes quietly otherwise, and Soojung messages him when he gets off work. They meet up for noodles. They ask each other if they've come across any Valentine's Day meanness. Soojung reveals that models can't pull that shit on each other because social media smearing and jokes about weigh-ins amount to some pretty hefty psychological damage. Plus she's actually been updating her headshots today so there weren't many colleagues to trade comments with. So what about him?
"Well I was thinking that if we both haven't found anybody in say, five or so years, we can consider one another."
"That's a shit pick-up line."
"Yeah, I know." Chanshik slurps more of his ramen. Soojung happens to prefer udon.
"It doesn't actually work, you know?"
Chanshik doesn't really know what to say to do that, so he just keeps eating.
Soojung looks at him for a long time, and doesn't eat more udon.
Chanshik raises an eyebrow, "are you considering it now -"
"Fuck, can you not -"
"What the hell Soojung, you're not even drunk yet."
Soojung eventually does get mildly intoxicated at a different place. This is after she breaks her two drinks a night rule and challenges Chanshik to shots with some stupid game. Soojung expresses her amazement at Chanshik's surprising tolerance and trips while getting off the stool on the way to the bathroom. At this point, Chanshik considers walking her home early.
As all cliches go, if Chanshik walked her home, they might end up doing something stupid that would result in them messing up their friendship. They might kiss, or even worse, and afterwards, they wouldn’t be able to look at each other with a straight face anymore, let alone meet up for coffee and to bitch about work.
But Chanshik would be highly unchivalrous and irresponsible if he just put Soojung into a cab and sent her on her way. So Chanshik walked her home in the end, holding her hand along the way and carrying her the last two hundred metres as her heels gave her increasing pain. They parted ways in the foyer, with Soojung standing on the first step of the stairs. She hugged him, arms around his neck. It was way past midnight and definitely not Valentine’s Day anymore, Chanshik told himself. Abandon all romantic aspirations.
And yet his arms were around Soojung too, and they just embraced one another on these stairs. “Thanks Channie.”
“What for?”
“You’re just a really nice guy. I’ve never met anybody so kind.”
Chanshik sighs, “What floor are you?”
“Five.” More mumbling.
He carries her all the way up. Soojung has no motivation to get the keys out of her purse now, and she chooses to slump against her door. Tired eyes gazing up at Chanshik.
“Soojung, get up. The floor’s dirty.”
“Nah.”
Chanshik sighs and checks his watch. It’s almost 2 AM now. He has work tomorrow. He should really be getting home. He reaches down and grabs Soojung’s arms, pulling her up. She eventually gets out her keys and lets herself inside. She stops at the door though, leaning against the doorframe. “It’s late.”
“No kidding.”
Soojung stands there a little longer. “You can crash on my couch.”
Chanshik laughs a little, “Now that’s a bad pick-up line.”
She rolls her eyes and leans forward. She kisses him on the cheek, gently, quickly. Chanshik feels a rush of disappointment when she retreats and shuts the door in his face.
Chanshik finds a text when he gets up in the morning after a pathetic three hours of sleep.
Tonight at your place then.
pg for swearing
A/N: I missed gongstal, and I needed to get back into the swing of writing again.
Models, Chanshik thinks, are on average, too insecure to be beautiful. This appears to go against all logic when he comments on this to one of his colleagues, Sunwoo. Sunwoo is their PR agency's primary book keeper and accountant, meaning that he taxes care of all the taxes and transactions and gets really flustered and has long meetings with Dongwoo, the founder. Dongwoo typically sits at the biggest desk in the front of their office space and adjusts his glasses a lot. All the employees find him akin to a gentle giant, although the rumour mill of the PR and advertising agency say that he was quite formidable in his youth.
Arguably "youth" being five years ago at an international firm is not that long ago. Dongwoo isn't even in his thirties yet.
But the point of the story is that Chanshik had a conversation with Sunwoo over their lunch break, where Chanshik had uttered a controversial comment.
"How are they not beautiful?!" Sunwoo's stammers ,"do you have eyes?"
"Of course I do, stupid."
"Oi, you watch it or I'll mention you to Dongwoo."
Chanshik laughs it off and hands Sunwoo more napkins as he retreats from this conflict. But really, he thinks as he glances back at the images the photographer had forwarded to him, models really are too insecure. Of course, it doesn't really show in the photos, because they're professionals. Models do their job. They advertise the product, they know the right angles, they follow the photographer's directions, and at the end of a really long shoot, they bow and say all the polite things and thank everyone. They're professionals. They know what they're doing.
And yet they are also so wholly unattractive. Take for example, this Jung Soojung girl, he thinks, as the young men pack up the remains of the lunch and quietly return to their posts, this Soojung is beautiful on the outside, and she's been getting a lot of jobs lately. But she really doesn't come off as the most exhilarating and inspiring person to be around. Beautiful people are one thing to look at, but whether you would want to be with them is a completely different story.
Maybe that's why Sunwoo hasn't been able to hold down a stable girlfriend. All the wrong standards. Looks are just the bonus, not the end goal.
And yet despite thinking all these insightful things, Chanshik still looks at Soojung's face for longer than he should before he files the attachments away. She is, admittedly, very pretty.
He doesn't think very much about Soojung for the rest of the month, despite frequenting the client's offices which now had Soojung's photos displayed behind the reception desk. It is only at one of the final meetings when a company celebration dinner is brought up (big, expensive projects like these are to be celebrated) that Soojung reappeared on Chanshik's radar. Everybody involved in the project was offered an invitation. Soojung was no exception.
She turns up on time and wears a polite smile that Chanshik interprets as being on guard, only semi genuine. Her greetings eventually reach Chanshik, and she thanks him for all his work.
"Come on now, are we really going to talk about work at a celebration dinner?"
She rolls her eyes, still smiling, "I was just being polite."
Chanshik nods as he takes his seat, casually gesturing for Soojung to take a seat beside him. "Politeness only gets you so far."
She raises an eyebrow and questions his position. "You're a junior account manager, what do you know about modelling?"
Chanshik shrugs, "I know that it can't be too different from the principals of getting ahead anywhere else."
At this point Soojung seems to grow mildly offended and act significantly more interested in the menu.
This outrages Chanshik a little and for the rest of the night he makes a more determined effort to be a nice guy. This task is also made easier by the fact that Soojung loosens up readily to alcohol. She definitely laughs a lot more under the influence. By the end of the night, Chanshik is handing over his business card and Soojung is using his phone to follow her Twitter and Instagram account.
Women these days.
Chanshik doesn't think much of it though, and intentionally forgets to unfollow her. Chanshik spends the whole train ride home examining her tweets, some directed to fans, some public announcements, and some very cryptic. He doesn't have enough time to sort through her Instagram.
Junior account managers and models don't really have a lot in common, as it turns out. Models belong very much on the creative side of things. Account managers are on the opposite spectrum of the advertising process.
Soojung: We can just be friends you know?
Chanshik: what do you mean
Soojung: I mean that you don't need to find a professional excuse to talk to me, you prick
Chanshik guesses that she's fun. It won't hurt to have her around.
This is how the story of an unlikely partnership begins. Rather rude, rather light-hearted. Two fools not yet ready to admit to themselves what this could be. Too individuals who have yet to look and see the future that could be.
They meet up on an arbitrary weekend. At a bar which Chanshik has never been before. Soojung only ever drinks two drinks a night - but the strength of which varies depending on how she is feeling. Chanshik just doesn't drink much. He claims that he prefers seeing the world sober, but Soojung loudly hypothesises he just doesn't like the taste of alcohol and is a pussy. Chanshik rolls his eyes and buys a very expensive drink and puts it on Soojung's tab when she visits the bathroom.
They're friends now, right? He'll pay her back later.
She punches him and cusses at him.
"Watch it, model."
The next time they talk - early next morning, Chanshik discovers that Soojung has very hectic and unpredictable schedules, and that she's a lot younger than he is. Take five years for example. This is mildly shocking and Soojung can sense this through the phone. She types out a lot of laughing phonetics at him, and then they spend a lot of time making inappropriate pedophilia related jokes. Soojung then becomes unavailable for six hours. In this time, Chanshik catches up on all his e-magazine subscriptions.
They become good friends, and catch up regularly. Some of their favourite spots include the 24 hour cafe roughly geographically between each others' homes, and Soojung's favourite cat cafe, which she revealed as her high school sanctuary. Chanshik tries to make a joke about how Soojung spends a lot of time in cafes for a model, but after she says that she only drinks low-calorie content anyway, Chanshik feels that he decidedly doesn't want to get involved in that part of her. Soojung is fun when she isn't being a model, he thinks.
Does that make him a bad friend?
Since when was he obligated to be a friend to her anyway?
Chanshik is still thinking about this when Sunwoo taps him on the shoulder to ask what he wants for lunch. They alternate buying lunch for one another. Although the question of tacos or wraps is dropped when Sunwoo notices Soojung's name on one of the minimised chat windows on Chanshik's desktop.
"Isn't that the model you were working with on the -"
"Wraps. Salmon." Chanshik bluntly commands as he deftly dims the monitor brightness.
Soojung makes really good rice paper rolls. They're ridiculously filling given the fact that they're rice paper rolls, which are almost vegetarian save for a minuscule amount of real protein. Soojung jokingly calls it model food, where most of it is fibre and any protein is lean and probably not actually a dead animal. The first time Soojung makes a roll for Chanshik, he is visibly impressed, but his final verdict is that they should still go barbecue some lamb strips.
Soojung agrees to this plan, but only after she checks her calendar to see how many days it is between their proposed dinner date and the next agency weigh-in.
Chanshik says she's crazy.
"Just being careful."
It isn't too long until hiding Soojung from Chanshik's inner circle of friends becomes rather challenging. Somebody is bound to notice who you're messaging at family gatherings, and Twitter mentions and Instagram tags get noticed. So it isn't too long before Chanshik is reiterating for nth time that he is - yes - friends with a model.
Soojung does mostly print jobs right now.
Yes she has been in some TV ads.
It's not within my capabilities to say which one.
Don't ask me, just search her up if youre so curious.
Soojung laughs at this when Chanshik tells her about this exponential development of interest. "Did you show them pictures?"
"Who do you think I am? Of course not."
"Awh," Soojung says from the other end of the phone call, "aren't you sweet."
At the barbecue place that evening, Chanshik and Soojung jokingly make their friendship "Facebook official" and posts a photo of them that they had asked one of the waiters to take. Soojung finds the entire ordeal amusing and just loads more meat onto Chanshik's plate to placate him and mute his half-hearted protests of - people will talk.
"Who do you think you are? Some mysterious hunk who's dating a model?"
Chanshik shuts up and eats under the narrowed gaze of the fearsome Jung Soojung.
Their friendship is going well for a while. Soojung is funny, and really quite fierce, and Chanshik likes that. And admittedly, Chanshik likes that he now has somebody who replies to his 1 AM tweets.
On their first Valentine's Day as friends, Soojung asks if Chanshik has a girlfriend he's hiding somewhere.
"We've been friends for many months now, how could I hide someone that important from you for so long?"
Soojung spoons up some of the froth from her cappuccino, "I was just wondering. But in all seriousness, haven't your parents been asking about when you'll produce children yet?"
"Well I'm not interested in producing any children yet."
"Me neither." Soojung raises her half-empty cup, "a toast to independence and freedom!"
Chanshik chuckles and raises his glass of coffee to meet her's, "Who even toasts with coffee?"
"You got a problem?"
"Nah, you're perfect."
Chanshik has an embarrassing daydream about the possibility of him and Soojung ever being a thing. They would be a snarky couple who made bad digs about each other and laughed at the same dirty jokes. No kids, occasional conflicts over food, a comfortable overlap of professional empathy and enough love to fulfil each other's needs. He is ashamed to admit that this ever happened, so as soon as he steps of the bus and makes his way into the office, he hides this fact very very far back in the darkest recesses of his mind. What he is alright with admitting though, is that his observation of models on average, clearly does not adequately describe Soojung, who is most certainly above average.
Chanshik sighs to himself and sinks into his familiar office chair upon thinking this thought. Maybe this is a topic worth pursuing. And as though to remind him of his past ventures into romance, a very pink photo appears on his Facebook feed featuring his last ex (they broke up a semester before graduation) and her current fiancé. Chanshik's inner green monster threw a small tantrum before he closed the browser window and focused very hard on compiling a brief on one of their potential client's business.
Sunwoo makes a snide comment about how Chanshik might be drowning his sorrows about his single status by adopting a workaholic attitude. (This is especially infuriating because Sunwoo has in fact secured a very nice girl from the reception desk on the ground floor to date, and she makes really good profiteroles.) Chanshik responds by giving Sunwoo the smaller burger for lunch.
Valentine's Day passes quietly otherwise, and Soojung messages him when he gets off work. They meet up for noodles. They ask each other if they've come across any Valentine's Day meanness. Soojung reveals that models can't pull that shit on each other because social media smearing and jokes about weigh-ins amount to some pretty hefty psychological damage. Plus she's actually been updating her headshots today so there weren't many colleagues to trade comments with. So what about him?
"Well I was thinking that if we both haven't found anybody in say, five or so years, we can consider one another."
"That's a shit pick-up line."
"Yeah, I know." Chanshik slurps more of his ramen. Soojung happens to prefer udon.
"It doesn't actually work, you know?"
Chanshik doesn't really know what to say to do that, so he just keeps eating.
Soojung looks at him for a long time, and doesn't eat more udon.
Chanshik raises an eyebrow, "are you considering it now -"
"Fuck, can you not -"
"What the hell Soojung, you're not even drunk yet."
Soojung eventually does get mildly intoxicated at a different place. This is after she breaks her two drinks a night rule and challenges Chanshik to shots with some stupid game. Soojung expresses her amazement at Chanshik's surprising tolerance and trips while getting off the stool on the way to the bathroom. At this point, Chanshik considers walking her home early.
As all cliches go, if Chanshik walked her home, they might end up doing something stupid that would result in them messing up their friendship. They might kiss, or even worse, and afterwards, they wouldn’t be able to look at each other with a straight face anymore, let alone meet up for coffee and to bitch about work.
But Chanshik would be highly unchivalrous and irresponsible if he just put Soojung into a cab and sent her on her way. So Chanshik walked her home in the end, holding her hand along the way and carrying her the last two hundred metres as her heels gave her increasing pain. They parted ways in the foyer, with Soojung standing on the first step of the stairs. She hugged him, arms around his neck. It was way past midnight and definitely not Valentine’s Day anymore, Chanshik told himself. Abandon all romantic aspirations.
And yet his arms were around Soojung too, and they just embraced one another on these stairs. “Thanks Channie.”
“What for?”
“You’re just a really nice guy. I’ve never met anybody so kind.”
Chanshik sighs, “What floor are you?”
“Five.” More mumbling.
He carries her all the way up. Soojung has no motivation to get the keys out of her purse now, and she chooses to slump against her door. Tired eyes gazing up at Chanshik.
“Soojung, get up. The floor’s dirty.”
“Nah.”
Chanshik sighs and checks his watch. It’s almost 2 AM now. He has work tomorrow. He should really be getting home. He reaches down and grabs Soojung’s arms, pulling her up. She eventually gets out her keys and lets herself inside. She stops at the door though, leaning against the doorframe. “It’s late.”
“No kidding.”
Soojung stands there a little longer. “You can crash on my couch.”
Chanshik laughs a little, “Now that’s a bad pick-up line.”
She rolls her eyes and leans forward. She kisses him on the cheek, gently, quickly. Chanshik feels a rush of disappointment when she retreats and shuts the door in his face.
Chanshik finds a text when he gets up in the morning after a pathetic three hours of sleep.
Tonight at your place then.