Special kind of BAD || haesoo ✓

24.

Jungsuk's chatter was about to blow Haein's head up, he was sure. And the bartender, perfectly seeing how he had already bored his friend with his stories about another adventure from his high school years, did not stop. There were few customers, and Haein was ready to call his boss at any second and ask him to go home.

"Oh, Jiyoo-noona, you're just in time. I was telling Haein that high school is the best time of life." A bright smile lit up the guy's face when the woman came out with an empty tray after taking the order to one of the rooms.

Haein sternly glanced Jungsuk, so that he could at least try to control his tongue a little bit in front of her, as neither Jiyoo nor the other employees of the club knew that their drug dealer, who with one menacing look could get the debt and sometimes help escort out drunk customers who refuse to leave the club after closing, still was studying at school. Haein had been just unlucky that Jungsuk was the one to figure it out. With his curiosity, it's not even surprising.

"I hated my high school days," she replied, looking down at the bar with a sad look and sighing hard. "In general, schoolchildren are real demons who destroy themselves and the people around them, without thinking that we are actually trying for them," she went on and at once drained a glass of double whiskey, carefully placed in front of her by the bartender.

"Whoa, you have a real grudge against them. What, little sister or baby brother acting up?" Jungsuk asked with sincere interest, not betraying himself, to what Haein only rolled his eyes. The main thing is that they do not talk about him.

"Daughter," Jiyoo answered briefly and pointed her finger at him to repeat the drink. 

"Are you... married?" Jungsuk said disappointedly, and in his eyes one could see how the towers of hope of his own world were slowly falling. 

Haein was well aware that his friend was in love with Jiyoo, who rarely spoke about herself. So, this fact from her life was a surprise to both of them. 

"Less talking," she growled displeasedly, greedily swallowing the second portion, and her face shriveled from the aftertaste. "Haein, honey, this whiskey is demanding dessert." She twisted her lips in a flirty smile, to which he shook his head negatively. 

"I sold you almost a whole «cake» last week. You should slow down, noona," he said nervously and gestured at Jungsuk to say something. A friend, despite his annoying talkativeness, has the ability with his incessant stream of words to convince and calm others when they commit desperate things with. 

"I'm fine, Haein, I'm a grown-up, I'll decide for myself," Jiyoo was annoyed and struggled to keep her anger and resentment to an innocent guy.

"Grown-up and married..." Jungsuk muttered thoughtfully, still pondering in his head the fact that the woman he loved had a daughter and a husband. 

Ignoring the plea for help in Haein's eyes, he took a glass from the counter and walked across the bar to the other end to toss it into the dishwasher. He urgently needed to start wiping glasses and consider, that now reciprocity cannot be expected from Jiyoo. He wasn't sure enough if he should confess his feelings to her when there was an insignificant, as he believed, age difference between them. 

"What an idiot," Jiyoo sighed heavily, rolling her eyes, and looked at her watch. A very important client was about to arrive, one of those for whom simply drinking alcohol together wouldn't be enough for a good time, and the dose that Haein was talking about wasn't enough to keep her from going crazy tonight. "Haein, thank you for worrying about me," she said with her eyes softening as she looked at the guy. "I honestly appreciate it, but I can handle it. I have a lot of life experience, I know better what I need. Stop patronizing me. Agreed?"