Gone - JJK

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eunjae just smiled at the driver who continued the trip without uttering a word, thank you lord. she said a silent prayer to the heavens above that the person she would be sharing an uber with isnt talkative, eunjae wasnt in the mood to embarrass herself with her terrible korean diction. after awhile, they stopped, the blaring music seeped through the walls of the car. she glanced around, noticing the intoxicated people scattered all the way down, and the many strippers in line. eunjae felt tensed as the boy yanked the door open, limping into the uber carelessly.

she could barely see anything through the darkness of the car, but caught quite a glimpse of the boy. he had an impression of someone that was nothing but trouble, and he seemed to have been beaten up to a pulp.

eunjae you nosy bitch, an internal demon says, causing eunjae to scoff rather loudly. the boy shot his head towards her and glared, muttering something in korean.

if only i was damn fluent in korean, she sulked.

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