Namjoon
11 April YEAR 22
I finished with the refuelling and turned around. Something brushed past my face and fell down to the ground. Unconsciously, I stepped back and looked down to find a crumpled note at my feet. I instinctively bent down and reached out a hand. A spill of rowdy laughter came from people in the car. I momentarily paused. Seokjin-hyung must be watching from distance away. I couldn't look up. What should you do when you meet eyes with people who ride in expensive cars and go around looking down and make fun of others? You stand up. You stand up if their actions are wrongful. It's not a matter of courage, self-esteem or equality. It's a matter of fact.
But this was a gas station and I was a part-time attendant. If a customer throws trash, I have to clean it up; if a customer throws curses, I have to hear it; if a customer throws money, I have to pick it up. My body trembled from the humiliation. I clenched my fists tight, nails digging into my palms.
That moment, someone's hand picked up the note and handed it to me. The people in the car muttered and left the gas station, having seemingly lost interest. Even after they had left, I still couldn't look up. I didn't have the guts to look into Seokjin-hyung's eyes. It wasn't like he didn't know about my cowardice, my poverty, my circumstance, but I didn't want to show him this unconcealedly. He stood at the end of my sight unmoving. He didn't approach, didn't talk to me either.
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HYYH:The Notes
General Fictiondisclaimer:this is not mine,i didnt also do the translation,credits to its rightful owner i read this and thought it would be nice sharing this with you all who didnt buy or read it yet
