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The small bells fixed above the door announce a visitor at exactly five minutes past 10AM. Sejin does not need to lift his head from the counter to know who has arrived. He greets the familiar presence with a bright smile, already reaching for the tin of tea leaves. He prepares a steaming cup and a small saucer of peanuts for the elderly woman as she settles into her usual booth across from the bar. While the establishment rarely serves hot drinks before the evening, Sejin always makes a quiet exception for this particular regular.
"Good morning, Mrs. Jang," Sejin says while placing the cup on the table. She is busy adjusting her walking cane against the vinyl seat.
The woman looks up and offers a tired but kind smile. "Thank you, Mr. Lee."
"Oh, please, I told you to call me Sejin," he laughs softly. "Mr. Lee makes me feel so…" he stops himself, realizing he might sound dismissive of her formal manners. He bites his lip to catch the rest of the sentence.
"Old?" Mrs. Jang suggests with a twinkle in her eye. She smiles as she watches Sejin's ears turn a deep shade of red. "Please, I am nearly ninety, Mr. Lee. You saying the word old will not remind me of anything I do not already see in the mirror."
Sejin laughs, feeling both a sense of relief and genuine amusement. The bar is still quiet, far too early for the midday crowd, so he pulls out the chair across from her. "How have you been? I missed you the last few days and I was starting to get a bit worried."
Mrs. Jang takes a careful sip of her tea before answering. "My children have been pestering me about wandering out alone. They want to hire a shadow to follow me, but I refuse to let them. I do not need a keeper."
Sejin nods along. For a woman of her years, she handles herself with a sharp grace. Still, he cannot suppress a flicker of concern. The city is a frantic place, and he often thinks of the people who might try to take advantage of someone as gentle as Mrs. Jang.
"How is the business? The shop looks lovely today," Mrs. Jang says, looking around the room. Sejin often wonders if she sees the modern bar or the old grocery store she used to run in this very spot. "I remember when this booth was the aisle where we kept the ramen. And over there was the- was the…" she pauses, her brow furrowing as the memory slips away.
Sejin offers a gentle smile. "The spices," he says, recalling their previous conversations. Mrs. Jang frowns briefly at her own forgetfulness but nods when she realizes he is right. He adds, "And I seem to have forgotten, where did you keep the frozen food?"
Her face brightens instantly and she points toward the back wall. "Right there. I remember when my son would sneak back there to steal an ice cream bar when he thought I was not looking."
Sejin lets her wander through these familiar stories of the shop and her family. She talks about the neighborhood and how even people from far away would stop in just to taste her fresh kimbap. Sejin smiles and tells her he would have loved to try it, and she promises to bring him a sample tomorrow. He is not sure how many times she has made that promise, but he never tires of hearing it.
The time passes quickly and Sejin eventually has to return to the bar to greet new customers. He promises to check on her soon with another handful of peanuts. Mrs. Jang waves him off, insisting that his work comes first, and Sejin laughs before returning to his post.
At 1PM, Mrs. Jang begins to gather her things. Sejin knows she heads home early to be there when her grandchildren finish school at 2:30PM. He flashes her a final smile as she leaves with a wave, watching through the window until she is safely on the bus. He only returns to his cleaning once the bus has pulled away.
::
The following morning, Mrs. Jang arrives at five minutes past 10AM with a small bag in her hand. He prepares her usual tea and peanuts, asking about the contents of the bag. She smiles broadly as she reveals a container of wrapped kimbap and two sets of chopsticks.
Sejin blinks in surprise. He truly did not expect her to remember the offer.
"Here," she says, pushing the container toward him. "I made this yesterday for my grandson and made sure to save a portion for you."
Sejin feels a rush of warmth in his chest. "You really did not have to do this, Mrs. Jang."
"Do not be silly. You are a grandson to me as well."
Sejin feels a lump in his throat. His own grandparents passed away when he was very young, and having someone to care for him in this way fills him with a quiet joy. He blinks back the moisture in his eyes and sits down with her.
He takes a bite of the kimbap and his eyes widen at the delicious flavors. "This is incredible," he says with complete sincerity. It has been a long time since he had a meal that tasted this much like a home. Most days he just eats whatever is quick and free at the bar.
"I told you my cooking was famous," Mrs. Jang says with pride, and Sejin laughs.
"I will never doubt you again."
They talk comfortably for a while. Mrs. Jang asks about his studies and Sejin explains his life as a part time student taking online classes at night. He admits that balancing the long shifts with his schoolwork is exhausting, and she listens with an understanding nod.
"My grandson just finished his degree. I remember how much the stress weighed on him," Mrs. Jang tells him.
Sejin raises an eyebrow. He had assumed her grandchildren were much younger, perhaps in middle school. It surprises him to learn that at least one of them is an adult, most probably older than Sejin.
The lunch rush eventually forces him back to work. He checks on her when he can, but she is focused on a book today and seems perfectly content in her own company.
When 1PM arrives, Mrs. Jang is packing her bag when the door bells jingle. Sejin turns to greet the newcomer but the words catch in his throat. A man walks in with a striking presence. He has a sharp jawline and skin that seems to glow under the lights. He looks familiar in a way Sejin cannot quite place, though he is certain he would never forget a face this handsome. The man walks past the bar without a glance, heading straight for Mrs. Jang.
"Dad mentioned you would be here," the man says in a low voice. He reaches out to help her stand with careful movements. Sejin realizes this must be the grandson. Feeling it would be rude to ignore the relative of his favorite regular, Sejin walks over to them.
"Let me help you with that," Sejin says, hooking the bag onto the handle of her walking stick. When the man looks up with a questioning expression, Sejin holds out a hand. "Hello, I am Lee Sejin. I work here. Your grandmother is my favorite person to see every morning."
Mrs. Jang lets out a soft chuckle. "You are too kind to me, Mr. Lee."
"Well, you said it yourself, I am like family now," Sejin teases.
The grandson says nothing for a long moment. He simply stares at Sejin with an unreadable gaze before finally accepting the handshake. His grip is firm and brief. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Lee. I am Ryu Gunwoo. Thank you for looking after her." He gives a stiff nod, but Sejin quickly waves off the formality.
"She is the one who looks after me. She brought me some of her kimbap today and it was the highlight of my week," Sejin explains. He nudges Mrs. Jang, who offers a bashful smile.
"It is good," Gunwoo says with a small smile. "I am just here to take her home since I finished my work early."
"Are you a student?" Sejin asks, curious. The man looks close to his own age.
"No, I graduated recently," he answers. Sejin realizes this is the stressed grandson Mrs. Jang mentioned. "I work nearby. I was on my way to pick up my cousins and decided to stop for my grandmother."
Sejin feels a strange pull in his chest. "That is very thoughtful of you."
Gunwoo gives a small nod in response.
They are so focused on the conversation that they do not notice Mrs. Jang has already made her way to the door. When the bells jingle, Gunwoo looks startled. "Wait for me, grandmother!" He gives Sejin a quick, apologetic glance before rushing after her.
"Will you be back?" Sejin calls out before he can think better of it.
Gunwoo pauses with his hand on the door. He looks at Sejin for what feels like an eternity, his expression unmoving. Finally, a tiny shadow of a smile touches his lips. "Yeah. See you next time, Mr. Lee."
Sejin's heart races for the rest of his shift.
::
Sejin has always been bad at hiding how he feels. His mom tells him he wears his heart on his sleeve, and Sejin still doesn't know if she meant that as an insult or a compliment. Judging from the eye roll he gets from Mrs. Jang as he places the tea and peanuts in front of her, he thinks it's more of the former.
"Young love is so entertaining," Mrs. Jang says after taking a sip.
Sejin nearly chokes. "What do you mean by that?"
She raises an eyebrow at him. "I have lived a long time, Sejin. I have seen many people try to hide a crush, and I can tell you have a very large one on my grandson."
Sejin wants to disappear. He sits down, staring at the table in silence.
"If it helps, I am fairly certain he is interested in men, even if he is too stubborn to tell me. He never gives me a straight answer about the girls I mention," Mrs. Jang says, popping a peanut into her mouth. "I could always ask him if he has a boyfriend for you."
"No!" Sejin cries out, causing a few people to look over. He lowers his voice quickly. "Please do not do that. I would be so embarrassed." He hides his face in his hands while Mrs. Jang laughs at his misery.
"I have never seen you this flustered, Mr. Lee," she says, clearly enjoying herself.
Well, I've never been friends with the grandmother of my crush before, Sejin thinks but doesn't say. Instead, he changes the subject. If Mrs. Jang notices, she doesn't say anything, and lets the conversation flow into talk about the weather and their hobbies. Sejin talks about dancing and invites Mrs. Jang to his upcoming Spring Showcase.
The lunch hour approaches and Sejin is busy with orders when a familiar figure walks past the bar. He catches Gunwoo's eye for a split second before looking away, his face heating up at the memory of his conversation with Mrs. Jang. Gunwoo does not seem to notice Sejin's distress. He walks to his grandmother, kisses her cheek, and takes the seat beside her.
After hurrying up and finishing the orders he has, he wipes his hand on his smock and walks over to the table. He clears his throat to interrupt their casual conversation, almost choking on his own saliva when Gunwoo looks up at him with peering eyes.
"Would you like something to eat, Mr. Ryu?" he asks softly.
Gunwoo shakes his head. "Just some more peanuts, if you do not mind, Mr. Lee." Sejin turns to go, but Gunwoo's voice stops him. "And you can just call me hyung, by the way."
Sejin freezes, a massive grin spreading across his face. "Only if you call me Sejin." He disappears back to the bar before he can say anything else.
When he returns with the peanuts, he notices Mrs. Jang and Gunwoo in a hushed, heated conversation. Gunwoo playfully smacks his grandmother's arm at something she says and rolled his eyes, and she just laughs. They notice Sejin's arrival, and Gunwoo straightens up immediately and thanks him for the peanuts.
"What's so funny, Mrs. Jang? I want to hear a good joke," Sejin asks, addressing her laughing earlier.
Mrs. Jang is smirking, a look he's never seen before on the older woman, but Gunwoo cuts her off. "Nothing. She was just being her usual grandma-self."
Sejin smiles at them. "So what brings you here so early, hyung?" He loves the way the title feels on his tongue.
If Gunwoo's embarrassed, he doesn't let it show. He just keeps a steady gaze with the bartender, and answers, "I decided to have lunch outside of the office."
"Even though his office is on the other side of the city," Mrs. Jang notes. Gunwoo gives her a playful smack on the arm, looking slightly scandalized. Sejin laughs, finding the hidden warmth in Gunwoo's actions completely charming.
"Well, if you came all this way, you have to eat something real," Sejin says. "I will be right back." He brings out several side dishes, ignoring Gunwoo's quiet attempts to decline the extra food.
The bar gets busy again and Sejin has to leave them to work. However, every time he looks over at the booth, he finds Gunwoo already watching him. Sejin wonders if he is imagining the intensity in that gaze.
When Gunwoo finally does have to return to work, he leaves a large tip for Sejin, despite the bartender insisting it's not necessary. Eventually, after Mrs. Jang's insistence, Sejin takes the money and stuffs it into his back pocket.
At the end of the day, he unfolds it to find a piece of paper in between the bills, with a number and a small, yet hopeful question mark written on it.
::
Sejin texts him that evening. He thanks him for the generous tip and for making such a long trip across town during a short lunch break. Gunwoo replies quickly, telling him it was no problem at all. For a moment, Sejin wonders if he should just leave the conversation there to avoid being a nuisance.
Fortunately, he does not have to worry for long. Gunwoo sends another message asking how often he works at the bar. The conversation flows easily from there as they trade questions about their daily lives, moving into talks about their separate hobbies and things they like.
What do you mean you have never seen Deadpool?
You totally look like the Deadpool type.
it looks gory ;A;
and what is that supposed to mean?!!??!?!! D:<
It is a movie made for your age group is all.
You could rent it online and watch it.
hyung, can we watch it together??
Sure, should I bring my grandmother too?
?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?
Joking. I do not think she would like the movie anyway.
Not enough violence.
i know you meant that as a joke
but i could totally see mrs jang being into violent action movies
You would not be wrong.
After a few days of constant texting, Sejin is not entirely sure if they are building a platonic friendship or something a bit more flirtatious. Judging by the knowing looks Mrs. Jang gives him whenever she visits, he suspects it might be the latter. He hopes he is not just imagining things.
Despite texting the older man almost every day about every little thing, he rarely sees him in person. He feels awkward about asking Mrs. Jang where her grandson is, but she seems to have a sixth sense for his curiosity. She mentions one day that Gunwoo has been buried in work lately and she barely sees him herself except for dinner time.
Sejin is surprised to hear that, considering how fast Gunwoo usually replies to his messages. It brings him a strange sense of comfort to know that Gunwoo makes time to talk to him even when he is busy.
When Gunwoo finally manages to visit the bar again, they have been texting for nearly two weeks. It is almost 1PM and Mrs. Jang has not even started to pack her things yet. Sejin goes over to check on her, assuming she lost track of time. He is about to speak when the bells at the door jingle. He looks over to meet a familiar set of eyes that seem to soften as they land on him. His heart skips a beat.
"I think I will stay a little longer today," Mrs. Jang says, her tone sounding very nonchalant as she returns to her book. "Why do you not go and grab my grandson a drink?"
Sejin knows she is trying to set them up, but he does not argue. He walks over to Gunwoo, meeting him halfway. The older man looks a bit surprised when Sejin stops him.
"Hi," he says softly. Gunwoo offers a quiet greeting in return. "Your grandma wants to read for a while longer, but I can make you a drink while you wait?"
Gunwoo glances over Sejin's shoulder at his grandmother. If Sejin is not mistaken, he gives her a brief, annoyed look before turning back to Sejin. "Sure. Could I just have a soda?"
Sejin nods and points to a stool at the bar before heading around to prepare the drink. He tries to ignore the way his hands tremble as he sets the cup down. Gunwoo has not stopped watching him.
"I heard you have been very busy at work," Sejin says to break the silence. "You never mentioned it when we were texting. Is everything going okay?"
Gunwoo takes a sip of his soda, looking thoughtful. "Do you talk about me with my grandmother?" he asks. He tilts his head slightly with a small smile that makes Sejin want to collapse with nerves.
"Ah, no. Wait, she just—I didn't—" Sejin, caught off-guard, blurted.
Gunwoo let out a low chuckle, cutting him off before he could actually vibrate out of his skin from the embarrassment. "Yeah, work has been a bit of a nightmare lately," he said. "But honestly, texting you is the only decent break I get."
Sejin could feel his ears starting to thrum with heat. He looked down, hoping the dim bar lighting was doing him some favors. "I'm glad."
"So, it's Thursday. That means you're off soon, right?" Gunwoo asked, leaning an elbow on the wood.
"Yeah, 3PM. Why?"
"My mom is on my case to take grandmother shopping after I grab the kids. But, truth be told," he lowered his voice, leaning in a fraction closer. "I can't stand grocery shopping with her. She gets so aggressive about picking out the vegetables."
Sejin couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. Gunwoo rarely sounded this unfiltered, and hearing him complain about something so domestic was surprisingly sweet.
"She's usually a lot more well-behaved when you're around, though. So, if you're not doing anything..." Gunwoo trailed off, his eyes suddenly very occupied with a small scratch on the surface of the bar. Sejin felt a soft, dizzy sort of grin spreading across his face.
"I'd love to go grocery shopping with you guys," Sejin said.
Gunwoo's head snapped up. "Actually, I was hoping you'd just take her yourself."
Sejin's jaw dropped. Did he misunderstand? How embarrassing! "Wait, what—"
"Joking," Gunwoo laughs. Oh god, he's totally being played by this hyung, but Sejin doesn't mind. "Pick you up at 3, then?"
Sejin nodded quickly, his heart doing a small somersault. Gunwoo drained the rest of his soda and slid off the stool, heading over to Mrs. Jang, who was already meticulously folding her sweater. Sejin waved them off, trying to ignore the very obvious, very pointed wink Mrs. Jang shot him over her shoulder.
::
The car ride was quiet, save for the trot music blaring because Mrs. Jang refused to let anyone touch the dial. Sejin kept catching Gunwoo's eyes in the rearview mirror. Every time their gazes locked for more than a second, Sejin would panic and look out the window at the passing storefronts. Of course, that didn't stop him from looking back two minutes later.
At the store, Gunwoo went to hunt down a cart while Sejin stuck close to Mrs. Jang. The woman didn't wait for anyone, she took off into the produce section like she was going into battle.
Sejin had this romanticized version of grocery shopping in his head. He thought they'd walk side-by-side, maybe compare their favorite snacks or laugh over the weirdly shaped lobsters in the tanks. He thought he'd get a glimpse into Gunwoo's life through the things he put in the cart.
The reality was a lot more like an endurance test. Mrs. Jang was a drill sergeant, sending them off on missions for very specific brands and ripeness levels. Gunwoo hadn't been exaggerating, she was terrifyingly serious about her groceries. Even when Sejin tried to catch Gunwoo's eye for a moment of solidarity, the older man looked too stressed about finding the "right" onions to notice.
While they were standing in front of the bins, Sejin tried to lighten the mood. "You know, hyung, I'm actually a lot like these onions," he said, holding one up. "I've got layers." He waited for Gunwoo to catch the Shrek reference they'd joked about in their texts, but Gunwoo just hummed distractedly. "Yeah, I guess. Like skin and stuff."
Sejin let out a defeated sigh. "Never mind."
They're in and out within about half an hour, which is impressive to Sejin who's taken over an hour before with his parents at the grocery store. Sejin and Gunwoo are loading up the car as Mrs. Jang sits in the front passenger seat, counting their change.
"Well, that was an adventure," Sejin says, handing over a bag to Gunwoo from the cart.
"Intense, right?" Gunwoo asks with a smile. "Thanks for coming again. It really did speed things up, and she yelled at me like 40% less often with you around."
"Wow, 40%. Could I see the math on that?" Sejin teases.
Gunwoo laughed, and the sound made all the onion-related disappointment vanish. "Look, let me make it up to you. I know you're a student and you probably should've spent the afternoon studying." He looked at Sejin from under his lashes, and Sejin's pulse spiked.
"It—it was fine," he managed to get out, looking at his shoes to keep from staring.
"No, let me do something for you," Gunwoo insisted, closing the trunk and turning to face him fully. Standing this close, the height difference was... a lot. In a good way. "How about we finally watch Deadpool the next time you're free?"
Sejin's brain stalled. Was this it? Was this the invite? "Yeah. That sounds great. Uh, your place? Or mine?"
"Mine works," Gunwoo said after a while.
Sejin hesitated, the nerves bubbling up again. "Will, uh… will—"
"My grandmother won't be there, if that's what you're worried about," Gunwoo teased, his voice dropping an octave.
"I wasn't!" Sejin objects, flustered. "I mean, she could be there if you want. It's not like..." It's not like they're going to do anything scandalous, right?
"Well, I don't want that. Watching an R-rated movie with a guy while my grandma is in the room isn't exactly my idea of a perfect date."
Before Sejin could even process the word date, Gunwoo was already sliding into the driver's seat. He looked back and flashed a quick, devastating grin. Sejin scrambled into the car, his mind screaming a single, repetitive loop: It's a date, it's a date, it's a date.
::
Gunwoo's apartment is immaculate. Sejin didn't realize Gunwoo lived alone, although he should've guessed that when Gunwoo said his grandmother wouldn't be there. There's take-out on the table already when he gets there around 5PM, after he got off work and rushed home to change so he wouldn't be in his sweaty bartending outfit.
"I hope I remembered right," Gunwoo says as he unwraps the fried chicken bucket.
Sejin wonders if Gunwoo stepped out of a dream. "Thank you. I love fried chicken."
Gunwoo hums happily at the affirmative. "This place is my favorite. We should go together some time."
"Yeah, I would like that," Sejin replies, hoping he doesn't sound as eager as he actually is.
"Oh, by the way, where do you buy the peanuts your bar serves? Something about those nuts are different and I don't know what, but they're the best nuts I've ever had," Gunwoo says with a mouth full of fried chicken. Sejin ignores the innuendo.
"We buy them wholesale, but I'm not sure where from. I can bring some next time though," Sejin offers. "I know they're your grandma's favorite."
"Mine, too," Gunwoo said, his eyes locking onto Sejin's. Sejin suddenly felt like they weren't talking about peanuts at all.
The two make their way to the couches after filling their stomachs with chicken. Sejin tries to help Gunwoo wipe some of the crumbs on his face, but fails at being romantic when he quickly tosses the napkin at Gunwoo to do it himself. Gunwoo just laughs though, wiping his face before leaning over and brushing the crumbs off of Sejin's mouth too.
Gunwoo pops the movie in and turns off the lights. When he sits back down, Sejin expects him to sit on the other side of the three-person couch, not right beside him. They make eye contact for a brief moment, before Gunwoo asks, "Is this okay?"
"Yes," Sejin answers quickly. This is more than okay.
Gunwoo smiles and nods, leaning his head back and grabbing the nearby pillow to hug it close to his chest. "I haven't seen this movie in a while, so I'm excited to see if there are any more Easter eggs I can catch."
Sejin chuckles. He didn't expect Gunwoo to be such a movie nerd, it's adorable. "Don't you own this movie?"
Gunwoo shakes his head. "No, I rented it for today."
"You rented it? You didn't have to do that for me," Sejin said, gesturing to the massive shelf of DVDs by the TV. "We could've watched anything else."
Sejin gapes. "I thought you owned it. You didn't have to rent it just for me." He eyes the book case full of DVDs by Gunwoo's TV. There are so many options they could've watched instead. When he turns back to Gunwoo, the older is looking at him. He's not smiling with his lips, but his eyes are bright and Sejin wonders how Gunwoo manages to do that. How he manages to take his breath away with a single look.
"Don't worry about it," Gunwoo finally says, turning back to the TV. "I wanted to watch this movie with you."
With you, Sejin thinks, the words making him feel warm.
"Thank you," he says again, and Gunwoo just chuckles and throws another pillow at him.
"Just enjoy the movie," Gunwoo says.
And so he does. Even though he's distracted by the closeness of their thighs, and almost yelps when their thighs do eventually touch as Gunwoo readjusts himself even closer. He looks over to see if it's intentional, but Gunwoo's eyes are still glued on the screen.
When Sejin tears up at the sad parts, Gunwoo doesn't say anything as he hands him a tissue. He wants to be embarrassed, but the kind look Gunwoo gives him assures him that the man doesn't care.
Gunwoo laughs at a lot of jokes Sejin doesn't get. He doesn't speak during the movie, unless it's to point out something he thinks is important, and even then it's a quiet, short comment. Sejin finds this endearing and more entertaining than the movie itself.
After the movie is over, and they've watched the post-credit scenes, Sejin and Gunwoo sit there in darkness for a moment. Sejin is waiting for Gunwoo to get up and turn the lights on, but when that doesn't happen, he looks over at Gunwoo. He loses his breath at the sight.
Gunwoo is an inch away from his face, eyes dark with something he's never seen before. His face, illuminated by the rolling credits, somehow manages to look other-worldly. It reminds him of the first time he saw Gunwoo walk into the bar. He gulps, about to ask if the man is alright, when Gunwoo breaks the silence.
"I'm going to kiss you."
Oh.
"But only if you want me to," Gunwoo finishes, never once breaking eye contact.
Sejin nods wordlessly, afraid that if he speaks, his voice will crack and give away everything he's feeling right now. His eyes are still wide when Gunwoo raises a hand to cup his face and brings them closer together, before finally, his lips feel a soft pressure.
They part for only a brief moment, before it's Sejin who draws them back together, this time with a harder passion that begs for more contact. Gunwoo's mouth parts in a quiet gasp and Sejin takes advantage of the moment to slip his tongue past his lips, tracing the bottom of his lip and meeting an eager companion.
He's not sure who's making what sounds, but eventually they part with red lips, panting. Gunwoo leans over to push the hair out of Sejin's eyes, a smile on his face now.
"I wanted to do that for a while now," Gunwoo sighs happily.
"I'm glad you waited," Sejin teases. "I don't know how I would feel if Mrs. Jang saw that."
Gunwoo snorts. "She would probably go home and tell my mom. She's such a gossip."
Sejin lets out a bark of a laugh at that. "You're really cute, you know?" he says softly, eyes never leaving Gunwoo's face.
"Thanks. You're quite the looker yourself too. No wonder you're my grandmother's favorite bartender."
Sejin grabs Gunwoo's hand. "I'm the only bartender on shift when she comes in," he points out.
"Yeah, but I believe in fate," Gunwoo hums, playing with their intertwined fingers. "So did you like the movie?"
Sejin smiles before pecking the older man on the cheek. "I think it's my new favorite movie."
::
The next time he's at work, Sejin is awkwardly dodging eye contact with Mrs. Jang. It feels wrong to make friendly conversation with the grandmother of the guy you kissed and ate out last night.
Not that it matters, because Mrs. Jang is the first to greet him this time.
"Please have your dates with my grandson at your own apartment next time. It was uncomfortable being next door to... whatever it was you did last night." Mrs. Jang and Sejin share a meaningful look before Mrs. Jang sighs and takes out her book.
Sejin can't even answer. He just nods dumbly and brings Mrs. Jang extra peanuts today, before going into hiding behind the bar to text Gunwoo.
hyung who is ur neighbor btw?
My grandmother is in the unit next to mine if that's what you're asking.
Why? Did I forget to mention that?
yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i can never face your grandma again omg
Don't worry about it. I'm sure she didn't hear anything.
Sejin doesn't have the heart to correct him. It's for the best that only Sejin be the embarrassed one. Instead, he replies:
next time lets watch the movie at my place
It's the least he can do for his favorite customer and his favorite person.
snacks r on me
Peanuts?
you know it ;)