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Namil stumbled around the bar, still keeping his head down as he tried to avoid his unusual urges. He pushed through the crowds of people that stood around with drinks in their hand. They stared at him as he treaded slowly through the building. When the male finally sat down at a table, he had a couple drinks with him. Nothing alcoholic since he wasn't a drinker.
Moments later, a woman walked up to him, sitting down in front of him. She looked slightly older than him. Maybe in her twenties. She'd look down at him, and he continued to avoid eye contact.
"You aren't from around here, are you?"
Namil looked up at her, his hoodie shielding his eyes so he wouldn't react in any odd way.
"You cute. I'd remember a face like that." The woman smiled at him. Namil looked back down, not very interested.
"I bet you're a student that's top of their class. You know, I was really smart too when I was in school. It was fine . . . just like you."
The male hummed, still not very interested in the conversation. It was very one sided.
"We should dip outta here."
No words came out. Namil managed to get up, even though his legs were still weak and he could hardly keep his balance. Those same black marks covered his legs a bit, slowing his movements. He stumbled away from the woman and tried to find his way back to the entrance. While he wandered around, he noticed a familiar guy with dyed blue hair. They made some eye contact before Namil looked down, pulling the hood over his head and walking away.
Back at the bar, he found the woman that had been talking to him earlier and pulled her along with him. The woman seemed to be happy that Namil had come back to her, even though all he was doing was hiding and avoiding everybody. He held onto her, putting his arms around her and put his head down into her chest.
Namil's father sat in the bedroom with his wife, comforting her as she mumbled Namil's name repeatedly while she stared around the room with teary eyes. He was silent until there was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Dad, it's somebody at the door." Shemir informed. Milton turned around, looking away from his wife and nodded.
"I'll be there in a second." He'd say. Shemir nodded and walked away. Milton sighed and left the room to open the front door.
A man stood at the door. Milton stared at him as the other held onto the umbrella. It was raining that night but it wasn't anything too serious.
"Sorry for barging in so late, Mr. Bridges. But I need to talk to you about your son." The man said. Milton furrowed his eyebrows.
