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The afternoon went by unusually fast. Jisung had a light lunch, watched a couple episodes of his favorite TV show, and dozed off. It was more a superficial slumber where even the sneeze of a mouse could snap him back awake.
He checked his phone. Felix had sent a message- he got the job, of course. Jisung smiled and replied with a thumbs up. And it was almost time for visiting his grandmother. Well, 'visit' didn't quite fit. It was more of a meeting, where they exchanged pleasantries; Jisung would tell her how happy he was, and that, yes, he was doing his very best to fulfill his end of the deal. His grandmother would then talk about stock markets and climate change. The usual.
On top of that, they lived together in a giant house. Jisung only needed to walk down the stairs and navigate through this maze of hallways and doors.
Jisung stretched and when he caught a whiff of his own body odor, he almost gagged. Before he hopped into the shower, he went to his closet and prepared a nice outfit. When he pulled out a t-shirt, his lips turned into a fond smile. A baby-blue polo shirt with a nudist banana print in the front (appropriately censored, of course). His grandmother always said that blue made Jisung look cute. He knew it would soften her heart.
And so, the baby-blue banana shirt it was.
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Jisung smoothed out his suit jacket as he stood in front of the mirror in the hallway. Anytime he met up with his grandmother, he made sure to look presentable. Dress pants and clean shoes, slicked back hair and a cologne that would make anyone turn their head. He licked the tip of his pinkie finger and slid it over his eyebrow. What a dapper young man!
In his excitement, Jisung hopped onto the railing and slid all the way down, earning an annoyed look from one of the house staff. He smirked and clicked his tongue.
The closer he got to the dining room, the stronger the smell of food in the air became. The mental image of a medium rare steak made Jisung's mouth water.
When he entered the spacious dining room, he spotted his grandmother already sitting at the table. Holding a newspaper in one hand, her other hand kept pushing the glasses back up her nose. Crescent-shaped glasses, golden frame.
"Grandma, good evening," Jisung sang happily.
His grandmother, Chae-Won, looked up and smiled. "Good evening, come here, boy." She stood up, arms open. "Ah, let me look at you. Lovely as ever. But... my dear, that banana?"
"I can go change, if you want," Jisung said quietly, suddenly feeling like he did something wrong.
Chae-Won chuckled and gestured for him to take a seat. The table was long enough to easily accommodate eight people, but today only two sets of tableware was needed. Before Jisung sat down he gave his grandmother a little present - her favorite chocolates - which she accepted with a smile, after refusing twice.
As soon as Jisung's butt touched the chair, two staff people emerged from the adjacent room and started serving the food.
After devouring a delicious seaweed soup, Jisung could hardly contain his joy as he dug into the tender meat of the steak. This was pure heaven. The fork squeaked over the plate, causing an uncomfortable ache in Jisung's ear. While he chewed on his potatoes - mouth full, cheeks puffed up like a hamster - he looked over to his grandmother. She sat on the short side of the table. His smile faded a bit when he noticed how little she was eating.
"Is it too bland?" he asked, trying to sound not too worried.
"Oh, my dear child, let an old woman enjoy her meal, yes?"
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