𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ⨾ vernon

04 | 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗹

I'm not okay with this.

Night Suit Girl, or as I can recall, Sanghee, helps Wonwoo towards the main road where she thinks she can ride a bus to his place. I wonder if she has done this her entire life. To me, dragging two girls almost takes my life.

"I think I'm falling in love with you, Pretty Guy." One of the girls I'm holding whispers in my ears, making me shiver. With fear. I'm out of patience.

I am way too hesitant to hold her tightly. It doesn't sit right with me. So I mildly just help them walk. The one who whispered to me keeps saying stuff like You're pretty and Date me for real and Let's make White babies.

I'm not okay with this. I'm not okay with racists. I've never been okay with them. It's always about me, my skin, my face, my existence.

I don't know if she's mocking me or complimenting me. I've never known.

All I do is stay silent and help her get to her feet and walk like a fucking normal teenage girl who shouldn't be drinking at night. People think doing stuff like this makes them live their life really. To me, it's just foolishness. This is not living life. This is ruining life. You could drink all you want, you could do whatever it took if it only involved yourself, but why drag others into it?

The other girl is almost asleep, so I jab at her arms and she looks at me with an eye open and scoffs.

So much for helping people. Claps, please, audience.

Next thing I feel is throw up. On my shoes. I'm so done.

"Oh shit. Oh shit."

Sanghee looks down at the colossal catastrophe. Her face is so tired, it says I can't take in anymore.

She whimpers out a sigh and proceeds to lean Wonwoo down on a closed shop's collapsible gate. Wonwoo rests gently against the metal as Sanghee grabs her waist and thinks.

"It's okay...," I start, "I'll have them washed. No big deal. Let's go."

She meets my eyes and sighs. Looking away, she squints at the other end of the road. The cool wind makes a strand of hair travel towards her mouth and she blows it away. It travels back to her mouth and this time, she gasps.

I frown and look toward where she does.

A convenience store.

"Wait a second." Sanghee takes off and I stare at how fast she just is. In almost five seconds, she gets into the store, comes out immediately with a bag of tissues and... roll-on body deodorant?

She checks left and right and crosses the road back and pants, holding the things she just bought in under a minute.

After another ten seconds, Sanghee bends down to examine my shoe and flinches. I feel embarrassed because this smell isn't what I want her to experience with me right now. Or ever.

"Drunk bitch," Sanghee curses under her breath as she slowly starts to wipe off the dirty mess. "Step aside," she instructs and I do as she says when the Throw Up Girl steps on her own vomit. I can inherently feel Sanghee rolling her eyes too much it covers half the Earth.

After Sanghee rolls over the deodorant on my shoe, she stands up, "All done," and starts laughing when she sees my face: I'm burning with embarrassment. I'm no better than a red-traffic-light. Both literally and not literally.