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Once she locked everything up with the assistance of her fellow coworkers, Arang bade her farewell and departed toward the main entrance of the mall. The security guard, who often patrolled around this time to make sure there were no burglars lurking in the dimly lit floors, flashed Arang a warm and gummy smile. "Be careful on the walk home." He advised.
The elder was always amiable to her, telling her to beware of her surroundings whenever she worked the closing shift. His genuine concern for her reminded Arang that good people still did exist. He was an older gentleman, probably in his late forties. His hair was beginning to turn into a metallic looking silver and Arang had to admit it was a pretty cool sight. When she was older and her scalp started sprouting gray strands of hair without her permission she was hoping that it would be like his.
"No need to worry. I have an escort tonight. I'm sure I'll be fine. Have a nice night, Mr. Lee." She pushed the door open and a slightly cool breeze swept by her. She scanned the vicinity and easily spotted the boy, dressed in his typical black mask and hoodie, leaning against a pillar. Because he didn't look sketchy and mistrustful at all. He really needed to reconsider his rather conspicuous incognito outfit. It wasn't working out for him.
He stuck out like a sore thumb. Anybody walking by would have taken notice of him with alarms blaring in their heads. If some felonious crime had been committed around the area, he would have definitely been the prime suspect.
Arang walked up to him but he didn't know she had arrived since he was so absorbed in whatever it was that he was reading on his phone. She had to cough to get his attention. Taehyung nearly had a heart attack as he glanced up. "Oh my god," he jumped, clutching onto his chest. Where did she come from? What was she? A ghost? How come he didn't hear her drawing near?
"Relax. It's just me." Arang replied, trying not to scoff in his face. How could a guy get startled over something like that? Perhaps she would have been better off on her own.
Taehyung was able to recover quickly as he fixed his posture. "I know. That's why I was so frightened. My mom was right. Monsters do come out at night." He pretended to shudder which earned a scowl from Arang.
"What? Were you perhaps afraid of monsters when you were little?" How childish of him. Didn't he know adults lied about that kind of stuff to get their kids to be obedient and to listen to them? She then took step in his direction and pulled his mask down. "If you're going to come to my job looking like a sociopath you're better off coming as yourself. Even though in my opinion there really isn't a difference."
Seeing the peeved expression on his face made Arang feel extremely proud of herself. Did he seriously think that he could outdo her when it came to insults? This was her area of expertise they were talking about here! She had plenty of practice, especially after having been friends with someone like Byunghyun for a long time.
He refused to take the loss on this one though. "I'm sure you know what a sociopath looks like since you run into one every time you stare into a mirror." Taehyung really wanted to give himself a pat on the back for that one.
