✓ laundry boy | yang jungwon

01: laundromat

i hate doing laundry. it's the worst chore out there.

maybe it wouldn't be so bad if we actually had our own washing and drying machine, but my family's not wealthy so we never gotten the chance to get one.

i've learned responsibility from a young age, relying on others was taught to be the last option for me.

but even so, i'll happen to be wishing that things are done for me at times.

my household was lonely. everyone did everything for themselves most of the time.

the sky is dark as i walk to the laundromat, basket of clothes being held on one hand, the other is free.

the stars were luminous, they were the only source of light other than the few neighbourhood lamps. once i walked into the area where the laundromat was i could see everything clearly.

it was next to small stores that seemed to be built years ago. the laundromat shined brightest amongst the other places even if it wasn't that new.

on weekends, i always happen to take naps in the afternoon. so when i wake up, it's already around 6 or 7 pm. but i woke up much later today.

when i walked in, i didn't realize another person was there.

a yawn escapes my mouth while i open the washing machine by it's handle. my small laundry basket sits on a small table where you can place things, a chair next to it as well for those who stay and wait for their laundry.

sounds of coins clanking onto the floor from the opposite end of the room are to be heard, i turn my head to see a boy around my age.

he's counting his coins in his palm before he picks up the one that he dropped, he feels my stare and looks at me as well.

his face is plain, i couldn't look away fast enough so i just kept staring at him. i smiled to seem friendly, but it didn't work out since he gave me an expression that said, "the hell?"

i turned back to the washing machine, closing it after putting all the clothes in. when it closed, i could see the clothes starting to spin and when i looked hard enough, my eyes adjusted to my reflection instead.

god, i was a mess. my hair was messy. it was clear that i just woke up from a long nap, not to mention, my face was very puffy.

"do you have an extra dollar?" a voice said.

i jumped, startled. i looked at him then at his palm that only had 50 cents.

my pockets were filled with coins, i rummaged through them with my fingers, feeling for the coin that had a certain amount of corners. (A/N currency may differ where u live, srry if it's confusing lol)

"here." I pulled out a dollar and dropped it in his hand. He blinked at it then he closed his palm, turning around without saying anything else.

um??

"you're welcome?" i said, scoffing at his ignorance.

he turned his head back at me, lightly nodding before going back.

jeez, not even a 'thank you?' or a 'your a lifesaver'

boys are so weird these days.

i took a seat on the chair where my small table was, i pulled out my phone which was nearly dead.

having no other choice, i shut it off and turn it facing down onto the table.

"ugh, i hate laundry." i muttered to myself, dropping my head to rest on the table.

i looked to the opposite end, he was sitting on the counter against the wall, kicking his feet back and forth slowly like a little kid.