𝒐𝒐𝒐. "I didn't write this to forget who I am as a person nor did I write it for money out of desperation. I wrote this because I know, one day, someone will find this story in the corner of a library, squeezed between forgotten stories with a dus...
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"San, I will merely repeat myself one thousand times if I need to," Yeosang sighs to the blonde, sternly glaring at the pouty boy laying his chin on the counter of the food court. "My schedule is full, I can't hang-out with you. I apologize, but I need the money and I can't avoid any days."
"What about the weekends?" San questioned rapidly, his bottom lip jutting when Yeosang shook his head. "You work too much, Yeosangie! Don't you get tired?"
"Of course, I do, but—"
"Then take a break and spend some time with me!" San exclaims excitedly, standing on his tippy toes to lean across the counter. "You're always busy and never give any attention to me— Comeon, Yeosangie! It's gonna be super fun!"
Yeosang blankly stares at San, a frown evident on his face as he struggles to think of a way out of this topic and proceed to work, then again... Yeosang does feel guilty. San is right, he never pays attention to him or Jongho, even when they were at school, and these were Yeosang's only friends! How could he be so cold to them after sobbing for so long about not having any friends?
Yeosang heavily sighs and nods his head, a large smile spreading across San's face. "Fine... Only for one day! No more than that, after that, you have to leave me alone to work, got it?"
"Understood!" San cheerfully says, hopping on the tips of his toes. "Let's go tomorrow, I wanna go to that carnival that opened a few days ago— Oh! Let's invite Jongho, as well! It wouldn't be complete if he doesn't come with."
Yeosang nods along to whatever San is excitedly mumbling about, tossing the dirty cloth into the pail and dries his hands on his white apron. "I don't know Jongho-ah's phone number, so why don't you go on a quest and search for Jongho-ah while I work. Then, tomorrow we could all go to the amusement park that you're dying so badly about."
"Alright! How should we plan it, should I call you tonight after I find Jongho?" San grins, cutely batting his eyes merely for Yeosang to release a hefty huff.
"I... don't have a phone..." Yeosang mutters, sheepishly rubbing the nape of his neck. "Could you stop by before five and hand me a note with the information instead?"
"'Course! Anything for you, Yeosangie," San leans over the counter and taps his finger on Yeosang's nose. "Don't wait too long for me, I'll be sure to get Jongho to come along!" And with that San hurried out of the building, bumping into people without care. Yeosang watched San exit, a slight smile slipping on his face then shakes his head in amusement, turning around to go back to work.
