In the short time he was left alone, Taemin didn’t play in the snow or ran away like he planned. Instead, he focused on getting his hands near his parted lips and exhaling some hot air against them, in an attempt to warm them up. During that brief moment, he wondered if he still looked suspicious. Maybe these cheap clothes make me look like a dangerous gangster or something. He thought – even though everyone used to say that the uniform made him look like a weird girl, he liked to think the opposite anyway.
Watching her approach him again, the boy couldn’t help but let a victorious smile form on his lips. He tucked his hands in his pockets and tried to hold back the self satisfied expression that was about to take over his face. “Oh well… I’m not exactly depressed. I’m just desperately bored, now that my boss doesn’t want me here for the night.” He said, letting out a small sigh. He was glad to be finally out of that place, but slightly unhappy with the thought of having no one else to keep him company.
With loads of energetic substances from drinks and caffeine running through his veins, he was far from feeling sleepy – even though it was almost 3 in the morning. “I was watching you at the bar… you looked so bored and gloomy. I wish I had someone to take me out of that place when I first got there, you know. I felt that same way.” He looked at the club and sighed again, but shook his head at the thoughts of the past. “You looked alone, and I’m constantly alone here too. I thought that maybe, just maybe I could have someone to talk tonight. Really, I’m not a rapist or a serial killer… just a miserable bartender, madam.” The boy smiled, bowing in a slightly mocking manner.
“Also, I have thousands of good ideas of things to do around here. I have these, if you want another drink—” he started, unbuttoning his heavy jacket to show her a few bottles of the ingredients of the drink he made to her earlier in the bar – nonchalantly stolen from the bar before his boss kicks him out of the club. “And this place is giant; we can just walk around, or leave if you feel like it. Or we can just stand here and talk until your friends come out, so you can go with them. Or we can gather some wood to make a bonfire, since its cold as hell… But wait, there’s more! Whatever you choose, you’ll have a bonus of my company, for free.” He nodded, smiling again. “Yes, I said for free, you’re not dreaming.”
“You mean you actually like working here?” It was really surprisingly he actually had some fun there, with that rude man, loud annoying songs and, more annoying than anything, costumers. But the sigh, and the expression on his face did confirm what he were saying and Jesus Christ—That guy must be a saint or something. Or madly in love with his work, or maybe both. Or maybe Soojung just could understand him well, because the last option was the one that fitted her the most, even with her boring (and bored) costumers and annoyed boss.
Raising an eyebrow, she watched him sigh again and she was glad it was cold, and she was feeling a little dizzy – or else she would have broke that small distance between them and he’d be in her arms, safe, where she could hug and squish him, stopping him from sighing and looking like a lost puppy anymore.
But gladly, she was cold and dizzy, and that stopped her from doing anything else but raise that perfectly designed, crimson brow before they both were joined in a frown, once again. “I thought you were having fun in there.” She said, curious words from the bottom of her heart, childish curiosity and tone, expression, and everything else.
“No madam is needed though—even if you look younger than me, I’m only 19.” And that was once true, and she also could have added her name but his speech of not being a rapist or a serial killer wasn’t quite trustable – or at least shouldn’t be, but for Soojung, no one ever knows – especially when right after the words left his lips, his hands went down to his clothes and it took the mermaid a good control of herself to not scream and hit him with the closest object she could find.
Instead of that, she watched him, hands curled close to her body and widen eyes flickered upon him; her body only showing some relief when she saw the bottles in the jacket – the thing that he wanted to show her – and when he finally finished speaking.
The humor on his sentence was lost exactly for that reason, for the red-haired to be with her guard on for the while he was talking, and she couldn’t find it once he was finished, even if she wanted and tried her best to – maybe that’s why her words came out with a little lack of emotion, and self expression, if not cold - even if there still was the visible tiny smile on her lips. “I liked that drink, if you could make it that same one again…I could pay, and you can talk. I don’t mind listening and since it seems you like doing so…”
