Let's Be Losers (Myungjong fanfic)

Chapter 2: Laundromat idiots

Really really long chapter. almost 1500 words.

Sungjong

I froze. Completely, confused by his words. Yes, I knew what that meant. But why was I feeling so, clueless. "Ba bo! Look what you've done!"

He just called me an idiot. In Korean. He's Korean.

Yes I know, what's the big deal? He's Korean, so what?

Throughout the growing intensity of this conversation, a grin mananged to spread across my mouth, "Can we be best friends?" I uttered, completely forgetting the fact that I have ruined this man's shirt.

"What does that have to do with my stained shirt!?" He screamed, getting worse by my question. Well, I tried.

Then, Katy cut between the thickening line of increasing anger, "What is going on here?"

"You're the manager right?" This supposively same cultured person spat, holding his burning shirt.

"Yeah of course." Her eyes widened at the sight. "oh my-" I saw Katy glance at me now and then. Mouthing, 'you did this?'

I nodded and received her gesture to stand up. Of course I looked foolish sprawled across the floor.

"Well? Are you gonna fix this?" The customer's shirt began to go to it's transparent side. Showing a tight image of his chest. Yikes.

"Um, we'll get you a-" Katy's apology was cut off.

"Not you." He turned his head slowly to me, "him."

Myungsoo

This was disgusting.

No, not the coffee on me. The rodent crawling in front of me. This idiot that spilled piping hot coffee over my uniform. I gazed at his name tag pinned on the right side of his chest. 'Sungjong' It was engraved into the plastic.

I got the hint that he was Korean at the register but now that he had caused this disaster he's more of an idiot.

"Instead, why don't we just give you a free-" The manager continued.

"You're not the one who caused this problem." My face felt frozen into a glaring stare. "He's the one. Therefore, you go along and let me talk to him."

Her and the idiot exchanged faces until she finally spoke up. "Sir, he is a trainee."

"Ah." Sungjong was a trainee. "No wonder he is such a klutz." I could see him wriggle into a put-down state through the corner of my eye.

"I should leave you two with this then." The manager stepped aside and exited elsewhere.

Once she was no where to be seen, the rodent fell to his knees and clasped his hands together, "Chwe song ham ni da! Sorry sorry sorry!" He grabbed my left leg and tugged my ankle. "Please don't get me fired!"

"Geu man hae! Get off my leg!" I leaned down and pried his fingers before his nails dug into my knee. "You'll get fired if you keep doing that!"

He sniffled and scooted away with his knees hugged up to his chest. "I don't want to get fired."

I sighed and shook my hair out. The little trainee looked like a weak little boy. His arms were scrawny, the shirt he wore was baggy, his hair was flat in certain areas but others stuck out. "Your name's Sungjong right?" He nodded. "And sungjong doesn't want to get fired now does he?"

"Well..." He started and waved his head left then right, "...no I don't."

Was I talking to a three year old? "How much money do you have on you?" I asked raising an eyebrow.