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The windows of the small corner restaurant glowed orange with warmth, only outshined by the unmistakable smell of savory bossam wafting around the building. Upon entering the establishment Soonyoung stiffened, noticing how no customers were in the restaurant’s seating areas. One woman walked by holding a take-out bag, but that was it. The wooden advertisement sign that sat proudly on the sidewalk posed such a fantastic deal that in theory should’ve had every auntie from 12th to 32nd here. The lines and lines of empty red chairs at round wooden tables simply didn’t make sense. Furthermore, the sudden and unexpected onslaught of pouring rain outside would’ve made any sane person think about darting into nearby buildings, and yet somehow there wasn’t a single person inside.
Soonyoung sighed in slight disbelief before taking out his standard blue ink ballpoint pen and clicking the end to jot down some fast notes in his pocket notebook. By the time he looked up to examine the restaurant further, a pair of doe eyes were locked on him from behind his notepad.
“Jesus Christ,” Soonyoung exclaimed breathlessly, stumbling back into the doorframe and putting his hand to his heart as the man in front of him began profusely apologizing for startling him. “You nearly scared me back outside into the rain.”
“Forgive me sir..! That was an accident- I- didn’t want to interrupt..!!” Said the guy, his eyes hitting the floor in a convincingly sincere apology. He was decently tall with short brown hair that graced his white undershirt, and black uniform. His eyes, when they came off of the ground were big, brown, and positively exhausted. “Can I offer you a table or a to-go order, sir?…”
“Oh, no, no need,” Soonyoung replied solemnly, unfortunately as delightful a big plate of perfectly cooked bossam would be, he first had a job to do.
“What you can do is lead me to one…Lee Seokmin,” Soonyoung continued, reading the name off of his notebook with his finger. When he looked up, the man in front of him had paled, all of the blood from his rosey cheeks drained in an instant.
“Who?” The waiter asked, his attempt at lying only putting a sour taste in Soonyoung’s mouth. Between hunger and this, he could feel his temper rising. “Please don’t play dumb with me, man, I’m not in the mood for mind games.”
“I’m not playing games, I don’t know who that is,” The waiter boy continued, his eyes guiltily slipping down to the left as his hand began to massage his other arm. “I’m telling the truth.”
“The truth huh?” Soonyoung scoffed, taking a step closer and getting a real good look at the guy. His gentle face was dotted with beauty marks, his eyelashes pointed down enough to kiss his cheeks when he blinked, and his deep eye bags, unusual for a restaurant man with no customers at all. “It’s real important that I find Mr. Lee. I’m telling you now, if I don’t find him, they’ll just keep sending more and more people like me until someone happens to find his whereabouts.”
“Fine, fine!…” The waiter boy mumbled, his eyebrows creasing up in despair. “I’m Seokmin…But I go by Dokyeom.”
“Huh, that’d make you the owner of this here restaurant then, no?” Soonyoung muttered in slight surprise. A little guy like this? In the New York restaurant scene? Most of the people he ended up encountering were big and brawny with personalities to match. Nothing like this Dokyeom fella. “Right, well, I’m Kwon Soonyoung, and I’m guessing you know why I’m here.”
“Yeah…You’re a….” Dokyeom started, his small voice already shaking, his hands turning to fiddle and work the already worn edges of his apron. “L-loanshark…”
———
Soonyoung generally didn’t love this job, but nights like this made him dislike it even more. Here they were, in charged silence sitting cross from one another in a battle of who would speak first. Not only was it awkward, but it also sucked to be the bad guy ripping money out of the poor man’s hands. The rose from the centerpiece was withered, its defeated petals mirroring the expression on Lee Dokyeom’s tragically wilted face.
“…Right, well, I’m here because you haven’t replied to any of the calls or notices we’ve sent you…” Soonyoung said after a not-so-relaxing deep breath. “That 60 thousand bucks has to find its way back into the ring in the next five months, yeah?”
“H…how much is it after interest?” Dokyeom asked, both of his hands on the dining table fully limp, as if he were going to take a nap on a school desk. The dread in his voice caught Soonyoung off guard, it was positively suffocating, even for a man in debt.
“…65 thousand” Soonyoung said, watching Dokyeom sink back into his chair with a sharp inhale. Defeat. Seeing it again and again never made it easier to watch, but frankly Dokyeom’s case filled Soonyoung with an unusual amount of dread. Usually the loan company’s clientele were older people with mom-and-pop shops that had known the end of the road was coming, they were upset, yes, but they had usually come to terms with it by the time he was dispatched. Dokyeom was his age, and in in the middle of moral distress.
“Hey, if you’re still up on the offer from earlier, ’ll take three large plates of Bossam to-go,” Soonyoung said softly. If it helped at all his guilty conscience had decided to tip big tonight on the order. Dokyeom looked up from his gloom immediately and lit up the entire room with a positivity radiant smile, he nodded a bunch before bouncing up out of his seat and running towards the back of the kitchen.
“Of course! I’ll have that right out for you, sir, just you wait…!”
——-
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Soonyoung,” Seungcheol said, leaning back in his chair, his familiar voice cutting through the brief silence that had fallen over the office.
“You’re pale as one.” Jihoon added unhelpfully, his thin eyes curved up in amusement as if he hadn’t been nicknamed vampire by other sharks for being so pale. “What sort of case shook you up so badly?”
“It’s nothing,” Soonyoung replied, trying to keep his tone upbeat as to not draw in any more attention from his coworkers. “Dinner was on me, so eat it.”
“Now you’re just making us more curious, Soonyoung, nothing usually gets you this much,” Seungcheol said, his deep brown eyes now locked on Soonyoung from across the desk. “Seriously, are you alright?”
The care in his voice caught Soonyoung off guard, sure he knew Seungcheol was a kind man, but after witnessing the menacingly cold expression he kept plastered on his face when collecting fraudulent debt, Soonyoung had a hard time believing it was two faces of the same man.
“Yeah…I’m good, it was just a young guy that was all,” Soonyoung mumbled, turning his head to the side to avoid their eyes. “I’m not used to seeing people our age who’ve already given up on life.”
“Empathy is not a weakness, Soonyoung.” Jihoon stated firmly, his voice carrying a warmth to it. “You have to have some humanity in this job, it’s how you make the right calls.”
“Did you try pointing him towards any relief programs?” Seungcheol inquired after a big bite of the tender bossam. “They have them for businesses now, you know. I don’t care when we get our money back, interest’ll have done its job by then.”
“I checked the case files…with that credit score he’d be laughed out of the bank…” Soonyoung mumbled quietly. The uncomfortable feeling in his stomach that had started after meeting Dokyeom left no room for the bossam, no matter how good it smelled from its perch on his desk. “He’s screwed unless he coughs up 65 thousand in a few months…
“This job sure does suck doesn’t it?” Jihoon said, placing his takeout box on his desk and standing up to put a surprisingly warm hand on Soonyoung’s shoulder. “Try not to dwell on it.”
Soonyoung scoffed and turned his head away from Jihoon, only to see a white frilly envelop on one of the empty desks.
“Hyung, is that…?” Soonyoung inquired after Seungcheol purposefully looked away from him. “What I think it is?…”
“Nothing. Don’t even think about it, Soonyoung…” Seungcheol muttered, his eyes averted.
——
Soonyoung found himself stepping off a taxi into the bustling district of downtown again for another case just a feel blocks down from Dokyeom’s restaurant. The elderly woman of today’s case was half-standing half-leaning out of the entranceway to a small dusty ceramic store. She had her eyes closed, unprepared for a visitor and napping in the afternoon sunlight. A cat wound its twisting body around her shoulders, its eyes also closed and enjoying the sunbeams.
“Are you my grandson?” The woman asked cheerfully after cutting off Soonyoung’s usual loan shark speech. “You must be, you sound just like him.”
Before he could protest, the older woman was wrapping her gentle hands around his neck and pulling him down to her level. The cat was purring so loudly that Soonyoung could barely hear what she said next.
“No, Halmeoni, I’m afraid I’m not your grandson- my name is Kwon Soonyoung, and I’m here for-“ The woman put a finger to his lips and grinned, her pearly white dentures on display. “Wonwoo, honey, there’s no need for such titles! Come inside, come in! When they told me you’d passed, I just knew they were lying!”
Soonyoung reluctantly stepped inside the store, his heart clenching tightly as they passed the store and entered the house in the back with walls upon walls of family pictures plastered on the walls. A wretched sight sat near the fireplace that confirmed his suspicions—dusty memorial wreaths for every single person in the pictures. An accident maybe? Whatever the reason, this woman was the only living memory of a huge family, and now she was swimming in years of neglected debt.
“I’m not your grandson, ma’am, I’m…A debt collector” Soonyoung said, his voice coming out shaky. “I need to know if you have anyone to handle your affairs. Maybe a husband or kids?”
Standard procedure, but it still hurt to ask.
“You mean you’re not my…oh, of course,” the old woman said, her tone dropping to a horribly low note. “No, no, if you’re not my grandson, then they’re all gone, I’m afraid. Just little old me!”
Soonyoung left the ceramics store feeling like a dropped teacup. Years and years of stone-faced shark work was starting to breach the cracks in the glaze, and Soonyoung felt ready to shatter into a million pieces. Fortunately today he didn’t feel sick to his stomach—well, he did, but he also felt like a plate of bossam wouldn’t do any harm, especially after skipping breakfast to sit with the old woman and her cat near the fireplace admiring the family photos and listening to stories for a few hours.
Soonyoung slipped a mask on and adjusted his cap over his eyes before heading to Dokyeom’s restaurant, figuring hiding his identity would probably be a good plan as to not upset the guy. Who wants a shark showing up to your restaurant, even if it is innocently for food? Soonyoung slipped into the restaurant, only to again find less people than there should have been.
Thankfully this time there were at least few clientele scattered here and there, using the restaurant like a cafe to work and study. The sight put Soonyoung at ease, well until the smallest sounds of distress began to seep through the employee’s only door just behind the counter.
Soonyoung crept up on the door and peaked in, only to see a man knelt before another memorial wreath, his body on the floor in a deep bow of respect. The slightest sound of crying left his crumpled form, his back rising and falling in repressed tears. Soonyoung felt his heart clench, a spike of tears welling against his will.
“I’ve disappointed you, Eomma…I can’t save the restaurant. I tried, and well, you saw how that went.” The figure sat up with a deprecating laugh, his brown hair curling at the edges of his nape. Dokyeom.
Soonyoung startled, his hold on the door causing the hinges to creak. He flinched when Dokyeom spun around and added horror to his tear-stained expression. Soonyoung took the opportunity to jump backwards, trying to make a break for the exit by quickly weaving around the counter powered by adrenaline. Soonyoung hit the door hard after a sharp turn, throwing out his knee and causing him to half stumble out of the restaurant. Before he could find some other escape route, Dokyeom was on top of him, grabbing his arm with an expression that could only be described as baffled concern. Soonyoung lowered his head, hiding his eyes with his cap, the shame creeping up over his entire body.
“Is your knee okay…?” Dokyeom started, letting go of Soonyoung’s arm with a soft and bewildered chuckle, before wiping his eyes with his sleeve. “Were you checking up on me?”
Soonyoung unlocked his stiff joints before nodding softly. He glanced at his knee, it hurt like a bitch, but it would straighten in a few minutes. He tried to speak up but the words got stuck in his throat when he realized Dokyeom’s empathy was ridiculously plentifully, especially for a stranger in a mask who had just intruded on a private moment.
“Let’s go inside and talk about it, okay?” Dokyeom said, a little smile crossing his lips as he examined Soonyoung’s masked form. “I’m curious about who wanted to make sure I was alright.”
Soonyoung followed before proceeding to step ahead of Dokyeom, shielding him from any curious onlookers until they made it to the employee’s only room again. Soonyoung glanced at the memorial wreath again, it held the picture of a middle-aged woman smiling brightly while cutting the ribbon of the restaurant they were standing in. Dokyeom didn’t say anything, his eyes cast to the floor.
“Your mom?” Soonyoung started awkwardly trying to break the heavy silence. “You really look just like her…”
Dokyeom looked up, his brown doe eyes glittering again like they were going to spill tears. He caught himself and smiled, nodding a little bit when he couldn’t get any words out. “Do you um…mind taking your mask off?”
Soonyoung nervously wet his lips under his lip before reluctantly pulling the cap off followed by the mask. Dokyeom drew in a sharp breath, and Soonyoung found himself unable to meet the other’s eyes.
“I’m sorry for intruding, I shouldn’t have invaded your privacy like that…I just got a bit worried about the sounds, that’s all,” Soonyoung started mumbling, putting his hand to the back of his neck bashfully.
“Get out.” Dokyeom snarled upon realizing the full extent of who Soonyoung was. “I have five months you know- and I don’t need you or the other sharks crawling around my restaurant waiting until it starts to bleed out!!”
“I swear I’m not here for that!- I just wanted more of your restaurant’s food-“ Soonyoung exclaimed, his hands flying up in defense. “I promise, I’m not praying on your downfall-it was just really delicious and all my friends loved it and I’m so sorry-“
Soonyoung closed his eyes tightly and waited for Dokyeom’s fury, only to look up and realize the guy had hesitated. “You’re the shark who bought three plates and tipped me an absurd amount, aren’t you…”
“Like $600,” Dokyeom continued, his eyebrows up in a distressed crease. “Why would you ever tip me so much? I-…”
Soonyoung stepped forward a bit, maybe…
“I don’t need your pity,” Dokyeom said, his voice cracking and his eyes darting away from Soonyoung. “I want nothing to do with you people until the five months are up.”
Hopes crushed, instantly. Soonyoung drew in a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding before nodding. Fair enough. More than fair, after all, he had overstepped boundaries.
Before being kicked out, Dokyeom had insisted on feeding him regardless of their rift. He had stated that Soonyoung was technically a customer and he would serve any and every customer no matter what. Soonyoung left the restaurant shakily sipping on the warm and comforting tomato soup.
———
“But you hate tomato soup, Soonyoung- you don’t have to finish that,” Jihoon said, blinking at Soonyoung in slight disbelief. “Why did you even buy it-“
“It was a gift,” Soonyoung replied curtly, shoving the last spoon of awfully sour soup into his mouth and locking his jaw.
“I’ve had that exact soup before,” Seungcheol noted “That’s from the little shop downtime, no?”
“Oh, you mean the bossam restaurant? They have a good selection of soups from what I remember.”
“How do both of you know all about that place and yet somehow they still have no customers and are fucked at our hands in five months??” Soonyoung exclaimed, tossing the soup container to the side and standing up to stare at both of his surprised friends. ‘It’s not fair…!”
“Soonyoung? What’s gotten into you?” Seungcheol stared, his face contorted in confusion. “You’ve been acting weird all week.”
“What’s he supposed to do??” Soonyoung groaned miserably, putting his head into his hands. “What are you supposed to do when you only have five months and a dead mother??”
“Soonyoung?…What are you talking about?” Jihoon asked, standing and placing his hand back on Soonyoung’s shoulder. “Easy…”
“What are you supposed to do when your whole family except your cat dies in some tragic unexpected accident and now you’re old and blind and left alone to fend for yourself….!!” Soonyoung sobbed, grasping onto Jihoon for some support as the dam broke. “Jihoon, can’t you see, we’re monsters…!”
Seungcheol had walked over to where they were, placing another soothing hand on Soonyoung’s back.
“We should be helping people get back on their feet, not praying on their defeat like vultures waiting for death….!!!” Soonyoung cried, leaning into Jihoon’s shirt as sobs began to tear through his body.
“They borrowed our money, on our terms, Soonyoung…” Seungcheol warned, his voice firm but kind. “There’s no loans without collateral.”
“But, Hyung…!! That collateral is human life!!….” Soonyoung’s shrill voice echoed through the small lounge. “I finally see it now- I see the blood on my hands.”
Jihoon released him from the hug, his eyes low to the ground. “Soonyoung…”
“Hyung, you’re rich enough to get out of this business. All that dirty money’s made you more than enough to leave…!” Soonyoung snarled as Seungcheol recoiled.
“It ain’t that easy Soonyoung,” Seungcheol replied coldly, his eyes darkening. “Once you’re in “This business” you don’t leave easily.”
“Bullshit! Now is the perfect time to get out, Hyung. If that frilly white letter is what I think it is, then Jeonghan and Joshua are getting married! They won’t be looking at anything besides wedding tablecloths…!” Soonyoung spat, his heart beating a million miles a second. “We could all three leave under their noses, easy!”
“And then what, Soonyoung?” Seungcheol snapped back, his fists clenching at the mention of Jeonghan. “They’ll just send three other numbskulls to collect on our behalf before tracking us down and god knows what…!”
“Soonyoung’s right, Seungcheol,” Jihoon said, stepping in between the pair and speaking calmly “I don’t think I can stay in this line of work forever, none of us can.”
“Hyung. We won’t get a shot like this again,” Soonyoung muttered, salty tears still running down his cheeks. “We have to make a change.”
“…” Cornered two to one, Seungcheol froze, his eyes softening a little. He shook his head before glancing at both of them. “Fuck. Fine. What’s your plan?”
“I think I know what Soonyoung’s getting at,” Jihoon said, his eyes glittering. “All you need to do is sit down, relax, and prepare your best suit, Hyung.”
———-
Joshua and Jeonghan sat at table four, both adorned in wedding attire, their hands intertwined and their faces painted with matching smiles as Dokyeom served plate after plate of Janchi noodles, shortribs, and of course bossam to the entire wedding entourage of less than perfect civilians and minor underground criminals. Reporters stood outside, curiously running reports on the two crime lords and their wedding. Of course no police were going to show up, New York knew better than to interfere with the Yoon Family. But still, a shiver went up Soonyoung’s spine whenever he heard a flash from the cameras. Despite all the chaos in the small restaurant, Soonyoung found himself able to focus on the smooth way Dokyeom wound himself around the tables, effortlessly floating. His soft brown hair and gleaming smile following his every move. A welcomed distraction, until well, the love birds decided to make their toast to the restaurant.
“It’s our last hurrah today, darling,” Jeonghan growled playfully as Joshua laughed. “I suppose it is, honey muffin. I never thought our loan shark days would come to an end.”
“Soonyoung was right, we could do so much better, honestly,” Jeonghan remarked, waving his hand around like being a loan shark had personally exhausted him, despite his only role being to distribute money to the real sharks. “Cheers to the next chapter, my love”
“Cheers!”
The entire restaurant raised their cups to the sky, hell, the mood was so high even Seungcheol and Jihoon took part in the obnoxious festivities.
“I cannot believe that worked, Kwon Soonyoung,” Jihoon remarked with a scoff, taking a sip of his fountain drink. “You’ve practically uprooted the entire Yoon branch- there’s no more shark jobs available in this half of the state.”
“You’re a dumbass, a real smart one, Soonyoung,” Seungcheol muttered through his teeth when he eventually stopped glancing at Jeonghan. “If I’d known it was that easy to leave I would’ve pulled this little stunt years ago…”
Soonyoung chuckled, then he glanced up in time to see a little old lady with a cat on her shoulders helping herself to a serving of the buffet as a couple of the unusual wedding ensemble members gathered around for her story time like children.
“Well you see, my grandson was a fabulous young man, you lot remind me of him!” The woman said enthusiastically as the bubbly crowd around her fed the cat with handfuls of cat biscuits. “Oh no, don’t feed fluffy too many biscuits, we can’t have her getting any fatter than she already is!”
Soonyoung scoffed before turning his back to the absurdity. Then he looked down at his hands- soft, too soft. He was out of a job, and now it was time to do some real work for once.
———-
“What..?-“ Lee Dokyeom managed as tears began to swell in his eyes. “I-“
“You didn’t think we brought a wedding into your restaurant for no reason did you?” Seungcheol stated as he continued to hold the papers forwards towards the man. “You’re off the hook, no more debt for you or anyone else under our branch as a thank you for catering our bosses’ wedding and facilitating an environment where we could convince them to change careers.”
Dokyeom stared in disbelief, an unimaginable amount of relief coursing through his body.
“Soonyoung was the one who made all that possible, he talked to Yoon Jeonghan and arranged the entire affair-“
Dokyeom grabbed the papers before lunging at Soonyoung and wrapping him into a ferocious hug. Soonyoung felt his breath halt, his heart attempting to fly out of his mouth and end up as a puddle on the floor.
“Thank you…God, thank you so much…” Dokyeom whispered softly as he lifted his face to look at Soonyoung. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me- it needed to happen,” Soonyoung muttered before he could think about it. He could feel his face physically burning, and his head starting to spin. He subconsciously noted his hands were stuck to his sides as Dokyeom stared into his eyes with his beautiful brown ones. “You don’t need my pity, remember?”
Dokyeom scoffed at that, a smile still curving the ends of his lips upwards. “Unbelievable-“
“Right, well,” Seungcheol said, clearing his throat awkwardly. “I’ll be at the office, Soonyoung. Bye.”
Dokyeom bashfully stepped back and began pretending to read the papers as Soonyoung nodded dumbly at Seungcheol. “Y-yeah…See you.”
As soon as Seungcheol dashed around the corner looking a bit red himself, Dokyeom looked back at Soonyoung, his expression again hard to describe. Relief? Joy? Yeah, a mix of that. His smile looked just like the one on the face of the middle aged woman in the picture on the memorial wreath inside.
“I bet your mom’s proud of you. Real proud,” Soonyoung mumbled before he could think about it. “I mean, um, I know I would be, you know, with you kinda getting rid of debt for everyone in this part of New York you know-.”
“Mr. Kwon…”Dokyeom whispered after pulling Soonyoung back into an another hug with a heart-wrenchingly tender look on his face. “Thank you.”
“It seriously needed to happen, one way or another,” Soonyoung choked out, his words getting lost in his throat. His ears were definitely red. God. “I-I um. I’m so sorry for all of the stress I caused you when I was working for them.”
“I can’t be angry with you, you were just doing your job…” Dokyeom said, leaning back a little to admire Soonyoung’s blush. “All is forgiven now.”
——-
Soonyoung weaved his way around the corner, his legs felt lighter, like he wasn’t carrying the responsibility to ruin someone’s life now. Soonyoung ran past the old woman’s ceramic shop, she had held a grand reopening after hiring ex-con men from the wedding as staffers. There was something endearing about seeing buff scratched up men and women wearing clay-covered aprons with paw print designs.
Soonyoung ran down the block, hoping to miss the lunch rush, only to find a line outside the restaurant down the block. Turns out two infamous celebrities having a wedding brought in a lot of curious guests. Soonyoung weaved his way through the line and found again, more ex-con men working this time in waiter uniforms and chef hats. Again, ridiculously endearing.
The employee’s only door was cracked open just a hint, but Soonyoung stood outside patiently until Dokyeom answered the door. Dokyeom no longer had bags under his eyes, instead he had one big smile on his lips.
“Oh? Mr. Kwon…what are you doing here?” Dokyeom inquired playfully, his eyes curved up with anticipation for whatever Soonyoung was painfully obviously hiding behind his back.
“I um. Call me Soonyoung please, really- I um- are you looking for any more staff members-“ Soonyoung mumbled, trying to get over how Dokyeom’s brown eyes caramelized in the sun. “I-I brought my resume.” Soonyoung added, pulling out the piece of paper and handing it to Dokyeom who was trying not to burst out laughing for his sake.
“Oh, well, you see, I’m not really hiring at the moment…” Dokyeom said, his lips still curved up in a silly smile. “I’m so sorry mister.”
“Would these sweeten the deal?” Soonyoung asked, fiddling to pull out the other item behind his back: a bouquet of blooming tulips, before presenting them to Dokyeom who was instantly beaming.
“Soonyoung…! That’s not fair to the other applicants~” Dokyeom said through his laugh, gently shoving Soonyoung back while biting down on his lip. “Try again next week, silly goose…I might be hiring then.”
——
“You liar, you said you were hiring this week,” Soonyoung said, grinning in disbelief as Dokyeom shook his head on the second week despite a bribe of expensive chocolates this time.
“I never promised,” Dokyeom giggled, his eyes closing in crescent moon shapes. “You’ve gotta try harder than that if you want to work for the most popular restaurant in New York City.”
——
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine~ you make me happy when skies are grey,” Soonyoung sung, strumming his ukulele to the stupidest cliché song he could think of. The pouring rain probably only made the song choice more ironic. Soonyoung started to feel the slightest bit self conscious until he observed Dokyeom’s reaction, pure unfiltered joy.
The customers inside the restaurant had started to look familiar, with regulars who frequented the place almost as much as Soonyoung. They glanced over Soonyoung strumming the ukulele, a gleam of sparkling enjoyment obviously embedded in their watchful expressions.
When Soonyoung finished the song and handed Dokyeom a little ceramic paw print, the other met his eyes and bashfully looked down, stepping forward out of the protection of the balcony and gently placing his arms over Soonyoung’s shoulders in the downfall. “You’re hired.”
Soonyoung blinked, and before he could find the words to thank Dokyeom, the other had gently pressed their lips together.
The End