ps. I Still Love You - Renhyuck | Book 1

02; 이.

Right when he walked into work, the receptionist called him over. "Renjun, I've sent you your new schedule through email, be sure to check on them."

"Okay, thanks Jaemin." Giving a short reply, he continued to his office. Today was oddly peaceful, most of his colleagues are enjoying their day off while some shows up for work during weekends. Including him, there's nothing much for him to do so he chose to clocked in on weekends as well.

Yangyang
Would you like to have a drink
after work with me?

Renjun received a message, the text displayed neatly across his phone screen. A drink? Of course he's down for it, immediately accepting the offer from his friend. He doesn't have a lot of friends in Korea beside from a few of the language tutors at work, some may says he's quite lonely. He only went out drinking with the people he knew and never a fresh face. Renjun is able to form relationships if he wants, however he's not motivated to do so. Having a single close friend is already enough for him and he doesn't need more.

Renjun
Sure, where and when should I met you?
I'm working late afternoon so I don't
think I can walk with you.

The new schedule pushed his hours to late afternoon on weekends, the previous one ended right in the middle of noon. He's a little bummed out about it sure but work is work, and they pay him well so he's not complaining.

Yangyang
My last shift is 12 to 2, I'll be off
pretty early compare to you.

Yangyang
Can you do 6? The local
pub that's about five minutes away?

Renjun
Alright, see you soon.

Closing his phone and slipping it back into his pants pocket. His first shift started as students piled into the classroom.

The sun was starting to set, bringing yellow transitioning to violet hue to the sky. He wiped the whiteboard with the usual dirty rag, placing spare worksheets into his separate binder for teaching.

"Goodbye everyone, I'll see you later." He bid goodbye to his students in Mandarin. Of course, they respected him so they happily said it back. Walking by himself down the hallway after locking his office, he notified Yangyang that he's on his way there.

Renjun's mind wandered off, he thought about the devaju experience he got this morning. On his way to work, he stumbled by a small house around the corner. A simple cream-colored, two story house. He felt drawn to this place, like he been here before. The place he was murdered at in his past life, maybe? That would be cool.

Ding, the bell attached on the front door to the pub rang when he entered. "Hey, you came!" Yangyang called for him from a table in the distant. Renjun walked over to his friend. The male already sat with a tall glass of beer, thick foam climbed itself to the top. Seem like Yangyang barely touched the glass, still full to the rim.

"Sorry, my students stayed back for revision." Renjun apologized.

Yangyang shrugged off, "Nah, it's fine. I was scrolling through instagram to kill time anyways. Keeping myself entertained while waiting for your ass." he switched off his phone, putting it on the table.

Renjun ordered a cider since he had lessons planning to do at night, he's keeping himself somewhat sober to finish his task. He drink stronger alcohol occasionally and responsibly as well, however Renjun preferred drinking something light on normal days, including weekends.

"Have you heard? That one Thai tutor whose work with us is getting married next week, he and his soulmate only known each other for like, I don't know, two months?" Yangyang opened up a conversation with him, gossiping to be exact.

Not sure where the hell did Yangyang collected this information from, he really be doing more than those news website that updates people on internet drama.

"You mean Ten? Well, maybe some people just move too fast, you know? How did you even know about that?" Renjun asked his friend back.

Yangyang sipped his beer, "Eh, Mark from the English department told me. He's friends with Ten's partner so he's instantly invited to the wedding."

"Why aren't us invited?"

Yangyang gave him a bored look, "They're limiting their guests list, only a few people outside their families are invited."

"That's just favoritism." Renjun joked, both broke out laughing at the lame joke he made.

Being multi-lingual friends, they mainly spoke to each other in Mandarin but inserted English and Korean from time to time. There's times that one had to stopped and worked out what the fuck the other just said. Their heads constantly working in many languages at the same time, a blessing and a curse existing as one.

"My new schedule start tomorrow, can you believe Jaemin removed half of my lunch break? When did Mandarin become so popular?" Renjun exclaimed.

"He couldn't just give them to Kun? The man's schedule is emptier than my love life." He added, Kun rest more than actually working. The male's schedule occupied half if his morning and that's it. A little unfair to Renjun, someone who work seven long shifts a day and weekends, he's the youngest in the Mandarin department. The senior should be busier than him, right?

Yangyang's drink now half full, he has another gulp. "You should let Jaemin know that your schedule is a little-" the boy pushed his hands closer, floating parallel to each other, "Compact."

"Yeah, I'll tell him." Renjun finished off his cider.

After a while, they decided to split ways. Waving goodbye to Yangyang, the taxi drove away till it form a shape of a single small pea. He, however, walked home by feet. Back to his one-person place, too vacant, too big for him. Working on his lessons plan, eating his convenience store dinner for the fifth time this week.

"Renjun, will I see you again?" They asked, holding his slender hands in theirs.

He smiled, "We'll keep seeing each other as long as you continue learning Mandarin."

"Alright, I'll be sure to study and make you proud!" They giggled.

Renjun snapped out of this odd vision suddenly, his screen displayed unreadable keyboard smash. They're close, very close.