{MASK: kim namjoon fanfiction}

2. work

Today is the same as always. It is Thursday the 16th of January, 2019, and i have just gotten off bus 5613. that guy hasn't been back on my bus since, apart from yesterday, which is weird. why would he buy a bus pass for just 2 journeys? strange. maybe he had, but I had just been asleep, I don't know.

i feel the cold wind blow against my black turtleneck as my brown hair is swept over my eyes. A black denim skirt is all I could find to wear with my jumper, as I'm not really the most motivated person when it comes to doing my laundry until I have to, along with a new, grey, coat. wondering why i'm not wearing my usual coat? yesterday, i was on the morning bus, and i was finding myself get extremely warm, so i took it off and set it to the chair next to me. as per usual , i had fell asleep, and by the time i woke up, my coat had gone. honestly , i was too tired to double check at that time , so maybe it slid below my chair or something, but i can't help but feel like there is something wrong.

i approach my workplace, feeling the vibrations of Seoul city through my feet. ill never get sick of this place, it is truly one of the most beautiful yet one of the most hectic places to work in, so i can't even imagine what it is like to live here all of the time, plus, I love my hometown too much, and I've become just a little too comfortable with getting 5613 daily. I observe the passing cars speeding way over the limit to get to work, knowing that there is bound to be morning traffic. the sound of a group of high schoolers talking and teasing one another creeps closer, and before I know it, i am squished between a mob of screaming girls. I manage to push myself through their little huddle pretty much unscathed, apart from the fact that i grazed my knee on one of their handbags, somehow. After bending down and rubbing my knee, I arrive at my workplace, and my ears are met with the same 5 words that haunt every single morning. "Primrose, get your apron on!".

oh, I didn't say? my name is primrose. yes, after the plant. honestly I don't know what kind of crack my mother was on when she called me that. her logic is that "primrose day is on April the 19th, and you were born on the 9th." as you could probably guess, she adores plants and flowers. I walk towards the back, hanging up my coat and throwing on my dusty, black apron. "Why haven't you moved to Seoul yet?" my ebony haired co-worker questions, for the fourth time this week if I may add. "sung jin, if you asked me the same thing yesterday, which you did, what do you think the answer will be today?" I retorted, rolling my eyes in the process, as I secure my hair into a bun. He just laughed it off, like always, and headed towards the front to open up the store.

-time skip till about 6pm-
work has been the same all day, pretty quiet, but just enough orders to make the daily goal. I turn to look at the clock, begging for the next two hours to pass quickly so i can go back home. I'm working late today , because one of my other co workers got sick , and I offered to take her shift , so here we are. these two hours are the worst to work, because this is when the slow stream of office workers trickle in, half drunk and craving chicken, so I'm kind of glad that sung jin offered to stay with me. whipping me out of my train of thought, I hear the bells above the restaurants door ring , and as if by magic, 4 of our regular clients come stumbling through the door. immediately, I stand up and shoot to the side of these faces that I know oh so well.
"Oh!, it's Primmy!" i hear to my left, along with a load of drunken laughter following suit. I smile and see them to their usual table, managing to get their wandering hands off my apron. "the usual then, boys?" I say, making sure I wear the biggest smile possible. they grunt and say yes in return. As I turn to make my way to the kitchen, one of them grabs my arm. I turn around to see no other than the face of Si-Kyung, a 38 year old business man married with two children ,staring at me with drunken lust. It's not uncommon to receive this as a girl working in the middle of Seoul, so I guess you could say I'm a little bit desensitised to it, but still, the feeling doesn't feel any less weird whenever it happens.

Before I could retort, he half yells, half slurs "Primmy, you are so pretty, please sit with us!" my cheeks redden as I hear his request, and I feel my palms starting to get clammy. I'm not really the best when it comes to strangers touching me, but I tried to keep my composure this time , for the sake of my job at least, and my sanity. damn, where the fuck is Sung Jin when you need him? no doubt smoking around the back. bastard. I try to gently pull my hand away, but that just seems to make his drunken grasp become ever tighter. "Please, i am just your server, you know that it is against policy to ask me this, Si-Kyung." This just seems to anger him more, so he starts to shake my arm, gradually getting rougher each time. I feel a tear threaten to spill out of my eye, but before I could react, he pulls me onto his lap. I struggle to stand up, stomping on his toes, to his dismay, to try and escape and get Sung Jin to kick him out.

Suddenly, the hand of a man, dressed in all black, along with a black mask and hat, grasps around my arm and yanks me up to his side. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to ignore whatever the fuck is going on, but not before I catch a glance of this mans eyes. I have seen them somewhere, I just don't know where. "I suggest you get the fuck out, before this situation gets anymore out of hand." I hear a deep voice growl, and I feel hot breath on my neck. I look to see the four drunken fools in front of me, staring with wide eyes at the stranger in front of them, seemingly in awe of him. Before any of them could utter a single word of protest, just as spontaneously as he appeared, he leaves, holding Si-Kyung by his shirt collar on his way out, his friends quickly following suit, like a group of scattering rats. What the fuck just happened?

too flustered to do anything, I rush towards the back, swiftly taking my apron off and putting on my grey coat. I shoot out of the restaurant door, knowing that Sung Jin will probably be mad, but I think these circumstances kind of excuse whatever punishment he has planned for me. I push through the busy street life of Seoul at nighttime , earning a few retorts of "crazy bitch"  and "watch out" on my way, and run until my feet hurt, reaching the bus stop of 5613. I settle on one of the chairs at the bus stop, hugging my whole body and putting my head into my knees. I feel hot tears spilling out onto my cold legs, stinging the graze that I had acquired in the morning, but I just keep crying and crying until my face feels numb. I settle my head on the side of the glass bus stop and close my eyes, and before I know it, sleep is taking over me.

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hello lolol. this is a bad story & nobody is  gonna see it. rip.