Chaelisa One-Shots Smuts

You're My Spark

An** this one is quite long compared to everything else its like 15k words

"Could you bring me another bottle, darling?"

Chaeyoung turns to look at the man who just addressed her. He's a middle aged man, with dark, black hair and a moustache.

"Of course," Chaeyoung replies, saccharine sweet.

She heads behind the counter and grabs another bottle of beer. She walks to the table and serves it to the man, opening it for him with the bottle opener attached to her keys.

"Thank you," the man smiles, and Chaeyoung gets away from him immediately because it looks quite creepy, the way he keeps glancing at her.

She grabs a rag from the counter and moves away to other tables to clean them of the crumbles of bread and other stains.

Apart from the man with the moustache, there's only a group of university students inside of the diner where Chaeyoung works. They're enjoying their hamburgers and chatting loudly about their professors.

Chaeyoung goes back behind the counter and sighs, bored out of her mind. She cleans the counter, even if it doesn't really need to be cleaned, rubbing with vigour, trying to release all of her frustration.

She's been working at the diner for the past three years now, ever since she graduated from high school, and she knows that nothing ever happens in here. It's a 50s inspired diner, with a bright neon sign at the entrance, a checkered floor and bright red chairs. The interior is white and most of the fortitude is red.

Truth is: nothing ever happens in where she is, in Anyang. If the diner was in, say, Seoul, it would certainly be more interesting. But no, Chaeyoung is stuck in Anyang, trying to make a living. It doesn't pay that well, but Chaeyoung is able to pay the bills, rent and food, so she can't exactly complain.

"I'm taking my break," she announces, and Irene, who's preparing a hamburger, just nods in her general direction.

Chaeyoung steps outside and lights up a cigarette. As she breath in the smoke, she observes all the university students passing through the street - there's a library in front of the diner - and she wonders how it feels to be one of them.

Chaeyoung had really wanted to become a teacher one day, but university costed too much, so she couldn't go. She's been saving up to go for the past three years now, and she thinks she's got enough, but something still holds her back.

What if she doesn't find it fun? What if all she daydreamed about isn't true and she'll end up hating it? These are some of the questions that haunt her at night, when she can't sleep.

Her cigarette is quickly burning out, and she dreads the thought of going back inside, especially with the creep still staring at her and Irene's every move. She wishes for a distraction, for someone to come and take her away from all of this.

As she smokes, she hears the loud roar of the engine of a motorcycle that's coming her way. That's new. Chaeyoung has never seen such a big bike, and the thought excites her.

At the guide of the bike there's a woman, it seems from the long, blonde hair coming out of her helmet. Probably a foreigner, which is unusual in Anyang. Chaeyoung doesn't know why, but she suddenly feels more positive. Finally something new in old, boring Anyang.

But it's time to get back to work, so she throws her burned out cigarette on the ground and steps on it, then she heads back in. At least the creep has left the diner now. Chaeyoung gets ready to get back to work.

Chaeyoung is starting to notice that her days are all the same.

Never anything out of the ordinary. She wakes up, takes a shower and heads to work, then goes back home and sleeps. And when she has work in the evening, she sleeps all morning and then goes to work. Always the same.