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Assistant: Title: To Be Alone With You
        Author: Kuroi_Hana5 Kuroi_Hana5 
        Chapter: 2/8 
        Summary: Of all the side tasks the Salesman has been given since being promoted to, well, the Salesman, babysitting his bosses younger brother was certainly the most odd. Or: A slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers of the Salesman and Hwang Junho. AU beginning right after Junho wakes up from his coma.
        Contents: Chapter 2
    

    

        
          
          
            The Salesman begins his new job of watching over Jun-ho on behalf of the Frontman, and almost immediately goes against his bosses wishes of having no contact with the young man.But hey, what the boss doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?
          
        

      
        
          I was inspired to use the name of Gong Yoo’s character from Train to Busan from yellow_crayon’s fic Material Girl. It’s incredibly well written and if you haven’t already, definitely give it a read!
            
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    After he finished recruiting for the 34th Squid Games, the Saleman received another email from the Frontman outlining how his new babysitting gig was going to work. Since his primary job was on pause for the next ten months, he would spend chunks of time everyday following the younger man around the city, taking note of places he went to, the quality of the food he ate was, and how is mental health was fairing.The first month was truly nothing of note. After a week of resting at home and being taken care of by his mother, Jun-ho went back to work and started going to the mandatory therapy sessions the police department gave him after waking up. His colleagues were all happy to have him back, the chief yelled about his recklessness while giving him a hug to welcome him back. He was given basic cases to ease him back into work; he stopped a carjacking on a residential street at the end of the second week back, a long time pickpocket in a busy outdoor market was finally caught by Jun-ho in his third week, and by the end of the first month he was being given some violent crime cases again. The Salesman also noted for the Frontman that during his first weeks back, Jun-ho also showed no signs of looking into the games again or trying to locate the island.Month two became way more interesting when Jun-ho quit his childhood dream job of being a detective to become a common traffic cop, and decided to discontinue his therapy after the mandatory 4 weeks were over. The Frontman was incredibly displeased with both pieces of information, telling the Salesman to see if he could figure out the reason for his brother’s sudden change in career path and to try and get him back in therapy.When he asked why the Frontman couldn’t just send someone to break into the therapists office to copy Jun-ho’s file, or use his influence in the police departments to block Jun-ho’s transfer request, he was told that, firstly, someone had already gone in and that the information Jun-ho’s file contained was ‘unsatisfactory information’. In regards to his transfer request, the Frontman didn’t want to overstep into his younger brothers life in such a way, he was just curious about his decision. He also expressed that the Salesman would get this information to him using ‘whatever means necessary’. Unfortunately for the Frontman but enjoyably for the Recruiter, the man saw no other way of getting information like that than approaching the detective-turned-traffic-cop.How did that saying go? What they didn’t know won’t wouldn’t hurt them? He could just, casually, politely, approach the younger man in a local coffee shop, offer to buy him his drink and chat him up enough to get his number from him naturally and not handed it by his sociopathic brother. He would be charming and funny, making Jun-ho easily laugh and maybe even blush a little (or a lot, he could be very charming if he so pleased). He would bring the traumatized man’s walls down and become a shoulder to cry on and a friend who he could tell his deepest, darkest secrets to. The barebones of the idea was absolutely foolproof, he wasn’t married to the concept of a coffee shop. A bakery or convenience store would work just fine too.After Jun-ho’s second full week of being a traffic cop, the Salesman decided that it was time to make his move. He followed in his car as Jun-ho made the rounds with his more experienced partner who had just finished Jun-ho’s orientation into the world of being a beat copper. At the end of the day, Jun-ho walked out of the station and down a couple blocks to a family owned convenience store, planning to grab some sort of food item that would substitute a proper dinner.This was the perfect moment! He could buy Jun-ho’s sorry excuse of supper, or possibly an alternative that actually passed as real food, and maybe even offer him a ride home. The young man often takes the subway home now, even though his car was recovered from the docks where he abandoned it to travel to the games. That was something else the Salesman wanted to learn, as the subway ride caused his return trip time to double. His heart skipped a beat at the thought that maybe…he was looking for him? (Jun-ho currently had no idea who the Salesman was of course, but a man could dream!)Parking outside Kim’s Conveniences and stepping onto the sidewalk, the Salesman smoothed down the nonexistent wrinkles on his pressed suit and checked his already perfectly quaffed hair in his right side mirror. Maybe he was a little overdressed for this, but everyone inside wouldn’t spare him another glance, thinking he was just a young businessman grabbing something on the way home. The chime of the tiny bell above the door signals his arrival into the metaphorical arena, and the Salesman quickly locates    Jun-ho in the aisle containing packaged ramen. He can see the younger man inspecting different packets of Samyang Buldak.“Do you know how much sodium is in just one of those packets?” Jun-ho looked around for the voice giving the unsolicited advice, and his eyes landed on the Salesman.“I do. Just thinking I deserve to have some cr@p food once in a while, you know?” Jun-ho replied a little jokingly. B@llsh@t, the Salesman thought, you’ve been buying those for dinner at least three times a week for the last two weeks.“Of course, but wouldn’t something like, say, Musuok be a better fit for an enjoyable supper? They do takeout.” The Salesman flashed his winning smile, the one that had convinced hundreds of people to continue playing ddakji with him even after he’d slapped them silly. Jun-ho raised his eyebrows in surprise at the offer, but seemed to actually consider it before answering.“Are they still even open at this hour?” Not an outright refusal. That’s good. He’d taken the hook. Time to turn up the charm and reel him in.“Yes, they’re open until 10pm everyday. And I  wouldn’t mind spending dinner with someone who is as delightful as their kimchi stew.” The Salesman winked. Kimchi stew was Jun-ho’s comfort dish, and a popular dish at Musuok, so the strange roundabout compliment hit its mark. Jun-ho actually blushed a little at the comment, causing the Salesman’s grin to grow even wider and show his pearly white teeth.“I don’t even know who you are,” Jun-ho rebuked. “I don’t just go out with strangers I’ve just met.”“Cho Seok-woo, at your service.” The Salesman bowed his head slightly, smiling politely at Jun-ho. He saw no harm in using his real name. Since he was going to be friends with the man from now on, why would he honestly use anything else?“Well then, Mister Cho, I guess I could go for some kimchi stew tonight.” Jun-ho put the packet of Samyang Buldak he had been holding during their conversation back on the shelf in front of him and turned back to the Salesman. “Shall we?” Smiling impossibly wider, the Salesman nodded. As the pair walked out the door, Jun-ho nodding and smiling apologetically to the older woman behind the counter for not buying anything that night, he made a noise as if he he had just remembered something.“Ah, I just realized I never told you my name. It’s Hwang Jun-ho. Nice to meet you Mister Cho.” The young man actually stuck out his hand to shake the Salesman. Oh my, he was adorable. The Frontman really had raised him right, huh?“Oh, no need to be so formal. Call me Seok-woo.” The slightly older man gave a small smile before adding, “would you mind if I called you Jun-ho?” Jun-ho shook his head no. The Salesman smiled. Standing a little awkwardly now on the sidewalk, the Salesman nodded towards his car and said, “we can take mine if your alright? Or would you want to follow me in yours?”“Oh, I didn’t drive to work today. It’s in the shop right now so I’ve been taking the subway.”B@llsh@t again. Wonder if he’s embarrassed or something the Salesman thought. It doesn’t matter. He gets to sit next to me, so I don’t really care.“Then you can just ride with me! How convenient.” The Salesman, still smiling, unlocks his car and gets into the drivers seat. Jun-ho hesitates for a moment, but follows the man into the expensive vehicle, taking note of how nice the cars interior is.“Is this real leather?” Jun-ho asks, feeling the arm of the passenger seat he was sitting in.“It is. Do you like it?”“….Yes.” The reply is a bit sheepish. Cute.“This may be a bit forward of me, but if you’re not against the idea, I wouldn’t be opposed to giving you a ride to and from work until your car is fixed and out of the shop.” Barely remembering that he’s not supposed to know where Jun-ho works, he adds, “where do you work, exactly?”“I’m a traffic cop. I work at the station a few blocks north from the convenience store. And thank you very much for the offer, but you don’t have to, I’m fine taking the subway. Where do you work?”“Oh, I’m on break right now. I don’t actually have to work much throughout the year.”“Really? That’s interesting, what is it that you do?” The Salesman, quietly locking the car doors and turning the child locks on, hands him a brown business card with three distinct symbols on one side and phone number on the other. Using only the dim light being cast by the streetlight outside his car window, it took Jun-ho a moment to recognize the symbols, but when he did, he froze. His breathing stopped, and he looked as still as one the pieces of living furniture in the VIPs lounge. The Salesman laughed a little in is head at the comparison, even though he had hated it in there whenever he was assigned to that room as a square guard.After almost two minutes of silence, Jun-ho slowly looked up at the Salesman, yet he still said nothing. “The games just started, so I’m free for around the next ten months,” the Salesman supplied. Jun-ho still said nothing, just analyzed every inch of his face. Suddenly he went for the door, but obviously found it locked. Sighing at the incredibly uninspired reaction, the Salesman snatched the card from Jun-ho’s now weakened grip, causing the young man’s head to whip around. The blank stare was replaced with genuine anger, no, no that was hatred. An emotion the Recruiter hadn’t witnessed sent his way since his piece of sh@t father would realize that they were out of money again, and would look for him or his mother to take it out on. It intrigued him to see it directed at him with such intensity again.“What part of those-those games are you? You said they already started, why aren’t you on the island then?”“Because I’ve been promoted to being able to work off the island, without a mask. It’s a pretty high honour, the trust that’s been given to me. There’s less than thirty people in the country with my position you know.”“I don’t care about that! Why did you come to me?” Jun-ho froze again. He looked at the Salesman with a different look in his eye. Another emotion he hadn’t seen in a while, since he was wearing a triangle mask. Genuine, unbridled fear. “Did…..did my brother put you up to this?” The Salesman took note of how his right hand slowly travelled into his right pocket, but he didn’t pull anything out.“Yes and no. He asked me to keep an eye on you after you woke up from that coma you were in for just over a year, and I have been for the past two months. He never wanted me approaching you however, but it’s not like I tell him everything.” The Salesman ended his explanation with a kind smile. Jun-ho just glared back.“So, what do you do?”“I’m a recruiter, though my colleagues have taken to calling me a salesman with how I have the best record of getting people to join the games. Personally I don’t really get the joke, we all use the same method of getting people to sign up. Maybe it’s because I’m always in a suit? My personality? Who knows, I don’t mind!” He laughed a little.Jun-ho pursed his lips in irritation as he thought about how to proceed. The Salesman unabashedly glanced down to observe the action. Lost in thoughts Jun-ho didn’t notice. Sighing, the Salesman broke Jun-ho out of his stupor by telling him, “I have some questions that your brother wants answered.” Jun-ho’s head shot up at the mention of the Frontman. His eyes narrowed but he said nothing. While the Salesman would absolutely love to prolong their interaction tonight by making a delightful game out of it, Musuok closed in just over an hour and he did want the younger man to have a proper dinner at least once this week. He cleared his thoat and began his line of questioning with the action that had confused the Frontman the most.“Firstly, why did you quit being a detective? That was your childhood dream wasn’t it? Did you not want to follow in your brother’s footsteps anymore after finding out he was the orchestrator of a game containing mass murder?” The Salesman asked conversationally.Jun-ho raised his eyebrows in shock, “how do you-?”“Please, your brother gave me a detailed breakdown of your background before assigning me the job of being your babysitter.” Jun-ho muttered something in response to that statement, one of the words the Salesman picked up sounding like ‘stalker’. He sighed in response. “I know, it’s ridiculous. But I guess he cares in his own strange way.” The Salesman said offhandedly.Jun-ho openly scoffs at that. “Sure he cares. Did that little package of yours include that Inho was the one that shot me and put me in that coma? That he caused me to miss an entire year of my life? Make our aging mother worried sick for an entire year, thinking that she would lose both her sons? Did he tell you that tidbit? Or did he happen to mention how I fell off a cliff into the f@ck@ng ocean and nearly drowned because of the impact from the bullet he shot me with? Any of that make it into your g@dd@mn email!?” The man was a little hysterical by the end of his rant, breathing heavy and staring daggers at the Salesman.The Salesman’s smile finally fell from his face. “No, it did not.”Only bits and pieces about what had happened on the island had been included in the information he was given on the young man. 2 guards, a circle and a triangle, had been killed, and he had gotten so far as the VIPs before getting caught and ‘taken care of’. Everything else had deemed ‘unnecessary excess information’ by the Frontman. For the first time since he has worked for the games, the Salesman felt hatred for his employer.Jun-ho turned his head to look out the front of the car, sighing after his short tirade. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply to collect himself, he answered, “I left because I was tired of being treated like I was going to break any second. All the pitying looks from my coworkers who used to trust me with anything, the chief who would always put me on the hardest cases because of his faith in my ability to solve whatever came my way and deliver justice to the people who deserved it. It felt like I was walking on eggshells even though they had the best intentions. I just couldn’t take what felt like baby proofing anymore. I worked in violent crimes for 6 years! I didn’t need to be coddled like that after a whole month had gone by!” Jun-ho sighed again, his shoulders slumping, “I just….needed a fresh start where no one knew me. Where I wouldn’t see pity on the face of everyone I passed everyday.”The Salesman stared at Jun-ho, who was looking down at his hands folded in his lap. Obviously he couldn’t follow Jun-ho around the office, so he had no idea the man had had to put up with something so exhausting for so long. They all knew how capable he was, what a waste, treating a seasoned detective like glass for so long, whispering about how he would go off the deep end instead of just talking to the man. He felt indignation on    Jun-ho’s behalf, but he didn’t really know why. Actually, wasn’t it better if he stayed out of harms way? The Frontman would be happy his baby brother wasn’t in immediate danger anymore. He could frame Jun-ho’s departure from his dream job as something positive and not down right pitiable.Clearing his throat, the Salesman continued with his questions. “Second real question. Why did you not continue with the therapy?”“Because I didn’t need it.” Jun-ho quickly responded, still not looking up from his fingers. It was a practiced answer, the Salesman could tell. He said it with such conviction that Jun-ho seemed to nearly believe the answer himself.“You just said your own brother shot you, causing you to nearly drown and forcing you into a year long coma. That’s not something you would want to talk about with someone?”Jun-ho didn’t answer right away. His hands fidgeted in his lap as he was, the Salesman assumed, gathering his thoughts. A couple of minutes passed before Jun-ho quietly stated, “I couldn’t. When a man came into the station talking about games that killed the people who lost them, he had a card with him as evidence, and no one there took it seriously. No one bothered to try and call the number or follow up in any meaningful way. I had disappeared for a week and turned up unconscious with a bullet in my shoulder. If I started saying things like that and how my brother was the one running the games, I would’ve been laughed out of the police department.”Jun-ho sighed deeply and finally looked up at the Salesman, a small sad smile on his face, “I would have been given medication or put back in hospital. I didn’t want either so I just told them I had gotten a lead on the whereabouts of my brother, went rogue for a few days out of desperation to get him back, and ended up in a shoot out near a dock. I know that sounds flimsy, I’m surprised they believed it so readily, but I suppose they thought I didn’t remember the events clearly after being in a year long coma. Guess falling off that cliff had its uses, huh?” Jun-ho finished off with a self deprecating chuckle. The Salesman didn’t join in his laughter, instead looking at Junho with a strange newfound sense of…..protectiveness? When had that feeling crept up on him?“….I am fully aware of the games and of your brother’s involvement in them. If-if you wanted to try talking about your experiences with someone…?” The Salesman mentally slapped himself for first, stuttering, and secondly, for offering his services in such a way in the first place. This was not how this was supposed to go at all! Jun-ho was also surprised, looking at him with raised eyebrows. His eyes raked his face to see if he was, what, making fun of him? The Salesman would never!Concluding the insane man was actually being sincere, Jun-ho shocked the Salesman further by saying, “I-I guess….that could help…..in a way…” The Salesman couldn’t believe it. Was the man that desperate? Actually, after everything he supposed he was. He was the first person to confirm to him that what he had experienced actually did happen, and that his brother was still alive out there, except he was the one running those sick games.Deciding to break some of the tension in the car, the Salesman asked the only personal question he had for the younger man, “why do you not take your car anymore? It was recovered from the docks and still runs fine. The subway ride is almost double the time.” Jun-ho’s eyes widen in surprise at the seemingly random question.Still looking the Salesman in the eye, Jun-ho quietly replied, “I don’t know. I think I just want to be around people again. It was so….stifling on the island, watching dozens of people get shot every day, existing around soulless monsters who felt nothing from trafficking organs. I just needed to be around regular people again, see people who live normal lives. Who have a job to go to and family to return home to every day. I just needed to see that again.”Clearing his throat again, maintaining eye contact with the younger man, the Salesman asked the final question given to him by the Frontman.
“Do you plan to continue looking for the island, and for your brother?”Jun-ho froze, staring at him like a deer in headlights. Again, he took a bit of time to formulate his response. When he finally had his answer, he began with the well trodden path of, “of course. Those games are despicable.” How uninspired and completely unoriginal. “They pray on people in their lowest moments, offering them false hope at a better life-““How, exactly, is it false hope? I admit, the only part that we obscure is that they will be shot if they fail in the game, but they can leave at any time with the money accumulated up to that point. We approach them with the offer, we don’t force them to call the number on the card, they choose to.”“Ok, but you just said you lie to them and how they don’t have a clear idea about what they’re signing up for! Anyone who makes it out is traumatized for the rest of their lives, all for the sick pleasure of some piece of sh@t billionaires who get off to poor people getting killed!” The Salesman observed Jun-ho’s self righteous outburst. He just chuckled in response, causing the younger man to glare at him again. “What? You think that’s amusing or something?”“No, the amusing aspect of this all is you.” Jun-ho glared at him in confusion. The Salesman continued, “you talk about wanting to go back to, what? Save the ‘poor souls’ who got ‘tricked’ into participating in the games? Correct me if I’m wrong, but what little I was told about your time there, you took no action to try and actually put a stop to the games or even actively save anyone. You had access to a square mask and still did nothing! In fact, I heard you killed two people yourself, one with a point blank shot to the head.”Jun-ho stiffened at the mention of him murdering Guard 28. “That’s not-““Tell me, how much of what you just said is your true beliefs, and what are things you’ve been telling yourself so you can sleep at night? What self serving actions did you take during your ultimatly useless trip to the island?”Jun-ho had no response. Looking away from the younger man, the Salesman put the car into drive and finally pulled away from Kim’s Convenience Store. Musuok closed in forty minutes now, they had to get a move on. The two men sat in silence as they drove through the quiet streets to get to the restaurant. Pulling into a spot right in front of the doors, the Salesman turned to Jun-ho and asked what his preferred order was. Getting no reply, the Salesman just sighed and got out, locking the doors behind him. After 20 minutes he came out again, carrying a small bag of kimchi stew, rice, and bulgogi. Not much, but hey, they were closing soon so he didn’t want to give them a large order.Getting back into the drivers seat he put the food onto Jun-ho’s lap, finally knocking him out of his stupor. He silently started the car again and began to drive towards Jun-ho’s apartment. Halfway through the ride, Jun-ho quietly let out a deep sigh and acquiesced. “I….I didn’t care about the players then or-or now, honestly. I just wanted my hyung back.” The Salesman said nothing, but internally was happy the man finally saw what he did. He could pretend to be the righteous little copper all he wanted, but he wasn’t that different from his older brother or the Salesman, not really.Jun-ho didn’t say anything else until they pulled up in front of his apartment building. Scoffing, he muttered, “Of course you know where I live.” Oops. Should have asked.The Salesman was a bit confused when Jun-ho didn’t immediately get out of the car. He had unlocked it as he put it into park. Had Jun-ho not noticed? Apparently their conversation wasn’t over, for Jun-ho turned to him and asked, “why did you approach me? Why do you care at all?”“I told you already, you’re brother asked me to keep an eye on you, and I don’t understand how he expected me to learn your current motivations without talking to you. If you promise me that you won’t go looking into the games or the islands location anymore, then we never have to see each other again.” The Salesman finished his speech and looked at Jun-ho expectantly.Jun-ho stared back, eyes roaming the Salesman’s face as he formulated his response. Sighing one final time, Jun-ho gripped the takeout in his left hand while opening the passenger door with his right. “There’s no point, is there?” He slammed the car door close and disappeared into his apartment building, leaving the Salesman to ponder his answer. He supposed he could take that as Jun-ho giving up, but it was a bit vague. Well, he took measures to keep in contact with the younger man already, so he wasn’t going to worry about it for the rest of the night.Happy with a majority of the answers he received and the knowledge that Jun-ho would be eating healthy at least that night, the Salesman turned his car back on and began his own journey home.——————Jun-ho unlocked his door and shuffled into his small apartment. He was absolutely exhausted after that conversation with Cho Seok-woo, or should he call him ‘the Salesman’? He shook his head at the ridiculous nickname. Why would he call that man by the title given to him by those who participate in the games? He still didn’t fully understand why he had agreed to go get dinner with the man in the first place. Sure, he basically didn’t have friends anymore and he hadn’t been on a date with anyone since his first year of university, but was he really that desperate? Jun-ho supposed he was if he fell for that sorry excuse for a late night ‘meet cute’.Walking into his small kitchen in his socks, Jun-ho placed the takeout bag onto the counter while he took out the pepper spray that had been in his right jeans pocket. He had grabbed hold of it after Seok-woo had handed him the business card, but in the end Jun-ho had had no reason to use it.He collected a plate, bowl, and chopsticks, setting the small table in the corner of his living room. When grabbing the takeout boxes, the receipt fell onto the floor, but Jun-ho paid it no mind. Eating his meal in silence, he mulled over what they had talked about. The man was at least slightly psychotic, there was no question about that. But in his own weird way, he seemed to genuinely care about Jun-ho, had that scared him a little. As he chewed on a piece of the bulgogi, his thoughts turned to the man who had put Seok-woo into his life in the first place.He thought back to the look in In-ho’s eyes after he took of his mask, asking him to go back with him, the outstretched hand…Even a year later Jun-ho still didn’t know how to properly feel about the incident on top of the cliff. He was incredibly angry with his brother for shooting him and willingly participating in the running of the games, even after playing them himself! All those years ago how could he not tell Jun-ho about what had happened to him? Didn’t they tell each other everything? Didn’t he trust him?
Even their mother had suspicions that In-ho had taken bribes back when he was scrambling for money to pay for his wife’s treatments, but never Jun-ho. He always knew his hyung was the type to do the right thing and never stoop to such a level. But after the cliff…After the VIP his mind supplies. No, he didn’t know, at that point he hadn’t know that the intruder was his brother, his own namdongsaeng. He would have stopped the man, would have made sure that Jun-ho was okay, would have listened to him when he tried to explain that everything would be alright if In-ho just turned himself in. He wouldn’t have-His left shoulder aches at the memory of the impact the bullet made in his upper body. His memories of the event begin to play back again; Inho’s eyes that turned from what had seemed like guilt and regret to an empty void of nothing, his outstretched arm falling slowly back down, towards his gun, how he slowly lifted it back up to point the weapon at the young man who he had practically raised like his own son-Jun-ho couldn’t stop the tears from finally falling down his face. He pushed his almost finished dinner away to put his elbows on the table, holding his head in his hands as he sobbed. His hyung had shot him. Had left him for dead. And even if he had sent a boat to save him up from drowning, that still didn’t negate that He. Shot. Him.He was surprised by how long he sat there crying. He had cried a number of times since regaining consciousness, but he had always just pushed the feelings down to continue working everyday. He hated to admit it, but the conversation with Seok-woo in his car had actually helped alleviate some of the feelings he had been keeping bottled up for the last couple of months. Letting out a deep sigh, his tears finally drying up, Jun-ho got up from his chair to put the uneaten portion of his dinner away in containers. Coming back to throw out the takeout garbage, he noticed the fallen receipt and bent to pick it up.He froze when he stood up, staring at the back of the receipt. In thin, neat characters, Seok-woo had written out his phone number and the short message, “if you want to continue the conversation”. Jun-ho crumpled up the receipt in his right hand, shoving it into his jeans pocket before throwing out the rest of the takeout garbage.When he finally fell into bed just after midnight, Jun-ho hadn’t forgotten about Cheok-woo’s number. Having grabbed the receipt when he was changing out of his day clothes, Jun-ho now sat in his bed, phone in hand, debating whether he should message the number. In the end, his curiosity over the man wins out against his better judgment. Besides, he reasons to himself, what else in my live is as entertaining as that psycho? Let’s see how far this goes. So against every lesson his mother and brother ever instilled in him, he types the number into his contacts under Cho Seok-woo.Now his new dilemma was figuring out what the hell to say the man. He started typing out:Junho: Thanks for the food. Don’t message me again.But he didn’t really want him to stop, did he? Seok-woo was right, he was the only person Jun-ho could talk about his experiences with. No matter now detestable the man may be, he was still his only conversationalist in that regard. Deleting that message, he went with a simple text that read:Jun-ho: Thanks for dinner.There. Simple, concise, no mention of anything to do with their conversation. He placed his phone on his beside table after setting his 6 o’clock alarm, and closed his eyes. When his phone buzzed with a message notification a few minutes later, he was ashamed of how quickly he sat up and grabbed his phone. The notification just read:Seok-woo: Glad you enjoyed it! Have a good nights sleep!He smiled a little at the response, then shook his head and placed his phone back down on his nightstand. God, when was the last time he was messaged goodnight? His high school girlfriend? He needed to get out more if a man like that telling him goodnight had him smiling like a silly school girl.Turning over, he willed himself to fall asleep as quickly as possible. God. What had he just gotten himself into?
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Got this out way faster than I thought I would! Hope you all enjoyed the second chapter. The third chapter will most likely be out by the end of the week. Stay tuned!'
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