Shaking [hwabyul]

Part 1

I stared at the ground. I knew what I did wrong. Why did I do it though? Why did I have to be so fucking clumsy? Why did I- 

"Are you even listening to me?" My boss asked. I stayed silent, my hands shaking. "I can't believe you," he said tiredly. "Clean this mess up, then go take a break. You're useless anyways, it's not like we'll need you anytime soon."

He walked away and I looked up to the person sitting at the bar. I guess she had seen the whole thing.

I quickly walked outside, lighting a cigarette. The girl from the bar followed me out. 

"What's your name?" She asked quietly, and my fingers shook as I tried to put the cigarette between my lips.

"Hyejin, I prefer to be called Hwasa." I said without any emotion. I wasn't about to delve into my life story in front of stranger.

"I'm Moonbyul. Can you tell me what happened in there? You look pretty scared from it, your hands are shaking."

"My managers mad." I said simply, hoping she'd get bored and leave.

"Why?" she probed. Obviously, I wasn't getting away without spilling everything.

"I'm really clumsy and I accidentally broke a glass and it cut me a lot, so now it hurts to pick up anything, and I'm already his least favorite." I was stumbling over my words a lot, even more than usual, and the girl-Moonbyul- was looking at me with sympathy in her eyes.

"Why don't you come stay at my place tonight?" She asked politely, and I almost said yes. I mean, from what I've seen, this girl is hot- like daddy material right here-, she was nice, and caring, and willing to take a complete stranger she found working at a bar into her house.

"What makes you think I don't have my own place?" I asked sassily, and she looked at me with a questioning face.

I sighed. "You're right," I resigned.

"I always am," she said with a smirk. Holy shit, that smirk was hot as hell.

We started walking back to her house, when she grabbed my hand. I almost pulled away, but she probably wouldn't let go. I threw my cigarette away, while wondering why she was always at the bar. Sure, I had never talked to her, but she was there almost every night, drinking away her sorrows.

"Why are you always at the bar?" I asked suddenly, and she seemed to think for a moment.

"I guess there is no better place for me to go. All of my friends are dating, Wheein and Solar, Jennie and Jisoo, Jeongyeon and Sana, Joy and Yeri. It just leaves me with no one." She seemed so reigned, unhappy. It made me want to keep that tone away from her voice forever, keep her happy forever.

"You seem to have a lot of friends. A lot of gay friends. I said with a giggle, and Moonbyul laughed.

"I guess I do have a lot of gay-ass friends Hwasa, thanks for pointing it out.

That's when I realized. My hands were no longer shaking. I had lived in fear and anxiety so long, I had become accustomed to it, it was normal. But with Moonbyuls hand enclosing mine, I felt safe. I felt safer then I had in a long, long time.