holy chic ─ jaywon

holy - O1 - chic

H O L YㅤC H I C

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yang jungwon sat at the end of the dimly lit bar, leaning back against the creaky old wooden chair. in front of him, a glass of whiskey sparkled under the glow of a red neon light hanging above. soft jazz music played in the background, blending with the laughter and chatter of the lively bar patrons.

the bar was packed to the rafters, as if the whole town had come to take a breather from the rat race. in another corner, a group of men with loosened ties were horsing around while nursing their beers. at another table, a couple was lost in an intimate conversation, their hands intertwined on the table. and there were those wrapped up in each other's arms, kissing passionately, not giving a hoot about the people around them.

behind the bar, a deft bartender was whipping up drinks with the precision of a maestro, pouring, shaking, and serving colorful cocktails to customers waiting on tenterhooks. jungwon gazed at his reflection in the glass of the bottle rack in front of him, feeling like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

dog-tired, jungwon laid his head on the table, resting on his crossed arms, and closed his eyes, trying to catch forty winks.

he slept like a log from sheer exhaustion, and upon waking, found the bar nearly deserted, with only a handful of people still awake alongside him─some had headed home, while others were out cold from overindulgence.

jungwon nervously patted himself down, half expecting to find his belongings missing, but thankfully, everything was intact, including his wallet and phone. holding his head, feeling a bit woozy, he muttered, "how long have i been asleep here..."

with the intention of taking a short rest again, jungwon's focus was disrupted when he heard some disgusting voices behind him. jungwon turned around and found several unkempt men, looking like they hadn't bathed recently, surrounding a man who appeared to be in a difficult situation.

"hey pretty, all alone here?"

"wanna have a drink with us?"

"shall i drop you home later? or do you want to stay here? i've already booked a room for us."

and many more comments that made jungwon feel nauseous. truly, their self-respect was very low, even lower than where gold is found.

jungwon slightly ignored the disgusting scene in front of him until one of the men started stroking the thigh they were crowding around, looking restless and uncomfortable with the repulsive touch.

with a strong sense of humanity, jungwon couldn't help but address what was happening in front of him. jungwon approached and hit one of the men on the head who was touching someone else's thigh. "you're making my ears burn with your words, and now you're making my eyes burn with your disgusting actions. stay away from him, can't you see he's uncomfortable with your behavior?"

jungwon pulled the arm of the guy who was being targeted by the others to get him out of there. however, before they could leave, one of the men grabbed jungwon's hand and said, "you're pretty too, but a bit fierce. how about i teach you a lesson in bed to keep you quiet?"

again, jungwon felt an uncontrollable nausea in his stomach.

jungwon stared at his hand, which was being held by someone else, and threatened in an icy tone, "let go or you will die."

the man couldn't help but laugh, thinking jungwon was joking, "die? aghahagaha! you can't-"

crack!

the man screamed in pain as he saw his hand now broken by jungwon. he rolled on the ground, clutching his hand in agony. jungwon crouched in front of the man and pressed his foot down harder on the man's hand. "well... i guess you're right... i can't kill you, but at least i can make sure you never touch anything again for the rest of your life," he whispered in a voice so low and cold.