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(( he absolutely trusts jun. he would never have agreed on a trip out of the city if he didn't trust jun. so that's not the surprising part at all. ))

We'll have to walk. Can we carry all this?

(( and they'll have to eat it quickly. dal only has a mini-fridge. and, well, he doesn't really have room for an overnight guest so... he'll probably end up sleeping on the floor so jun can be more comfortable. ))

I don't mind walking. [ he'd been out walking for a few hours earlier, so what's a little further? jun probably got almost halfway here before he caved and hailed a cab to bring him the rest of the way. it's been... a day. one that's been made better by dal showing up, at least.

jun looks at the food left on the table after the waitress has taken some of it to pack up then confidently nods at dal ]

It won't be a problem, don't worry. We can carry it easily.

(( yeah, once it's all boxed up and bagged, it definitely will be something they can carry. it's only a few blocks away, so it won't get too burdensome. none of it looks like it might spoil without being refrigerated immediately, so that's a good thing, too. this might feed dal for a couple days. that is, if jun doesn't take it with him when he does go home.

when the waitress brings everything back out, dal's nerves are getting worse. maybe jun won't notice that he's fidgeting or that he's breathing a little faster. hopefully? please let him be so lucky!

the walk is mostly uneventful, unless you count watching the scenery get more and more sketchy. fewer street lamps, less traffic (not that there's much in this neighborhood at this time of night), and fewer people. again, there aren't many on the street this time of night. the route dal takes keeps them away from what the people who work on these streets refer to as the meat market. jun might have some vague inkling of the sort of neighborhood they're in, but dal really isn't ready to tell his friend (friend?) how much a part of it he is.

it might seem strange (or not) when dal diverts off the main path of the sidewalk to duck into an alley behind a chinese restaurant. that is, until he produces a key that unlocks the back door. have you ever been in a completely dark and deserted restaurant kitchen, jun? dal shines the flashlight of his phone to help navigate their way to a narrow little hall, through a door, up some stairs. it's probably obvious by the time dal gets to the door with another key that he's not in the most legal of living situations.

even clearer once he open the door and turns on the light to reveal the single room he calls home. the light flickers before deciding it's going to remain on for now. the room is small by any standards. the wall opposite the door is what passes as a kitchen area: a small sink, a microwave taking up most of the countertop, a couple of cupboards. to their left is the narrow bed, unmade, with a handful of pillows (one of the few luxuries dal allows himself). there are no windows, no table or chairs. a kerosene heater, currently not in use, is tucked away in one corner. ))

Um... make yourself at home?

[ when the boxed up food is returned to them, jun does a little digging around in some of the bags, checking and reorganizing a few of the boxes before swinging a backpack up onto his shoulder then heading up to pay. he holds one bag of food out to the waitress who'd been waiting on him since he got here, assuring her that it's not been touched if she'd like to take it. she seems reluctant at first but jun's persistence either convinces her to take it or makes her realize he's not going to give up too easily. once she gives in, jun triumphantly grins, handing her the bag then paying for his food and leaving a very generous tip.

see? definitely something they can carry. he's even managed to offload one of the bags!

jun watches their surroundings change as they get further from the denny's and closer to dal's home. the difference between here and his part of the city is light night and day. it's not like he's so high up in his penthouse apartment that he doesn't know places like this exist and it isn't as though he's never been to some of the lesser parts of seoul before moving his life to the other side of the globe, but it's still fascinating to know that places of such stark contrast can exist in such close proximity to one another.

more importantly than all of that though is jun paying incredibly close attention to the route they take. even if he never ends up using this information, he wants to remember how to get to dal's place from the denny's that he's starting to refer to as 'our denny's' in his head. he wants to remember in case he needs to remember.

jun just sort of stares at dal's place when the light flickers to life. it's not exactly what he was expecting as his face initially says as much before he puts on a smile. the differences are once again vast. jun's own place is no more than two rooms, but that's because it's an open concept, designed that way by choice and not out of necessity ]

Thanks. Where do you want me to put this? [ he holds up a bag of leftover food ]

The best landmarks between the Denny's and Dal's place are, obviously, the Chinese restaurant he lives above and the pharmacy about halfway between the two. Like a lot of places in this neighborhood, it's open all night. Probably due to the nature of the needs of this specific community. The people who live and work here are mostly active between dusk and dawn. Same with the visitors to the restaurants, meat market, and motel not that far away.

"Um, wherever there's room." On the counter. In, on, and around the microwave. Some of it could probably fit in the minifridge, which is mostly empty aside from some bottled water. "If you're still hungry, we could eat some more of it."

There's a few convenience stores that are open all night in Jun's neighbourhood as well as a pharmacy but it's not like here. In Jun's neighbourhood, it's the sort of stores that one might expect to be open all night. Here it's different. Here it doesn't feel like it's simply because that's how the franchise operates (like the Denny's for instance) but because the neighbourhood itself demands it. The inhabitants require the stores to match their own hours and the stores complied.

Jun pulls the takeout boxes from the bags and opens each one up to look inside. One he shoves into the mini fridge (sort of perishables) and the rest he puts on the counter or microwave (not as perishable). One box he keeps hold of, just to hold it out to Dal when he turns back to his friend. "Here. Eat this. It might go bad if it's left out and I don't want to take up all the room in your fridge." He wasn't really all that hungry in the first place. That wasn't really why he ended up at that Denny's. "I'll help you eat it."

Dal doesn't eat a lot. Especially at night. But this time of the morning? When it's still dark and so much of the world is asleep? He usually squeezes in a small meal then. Very small, mostly consisting of cup after cup of coffee.

Taking the box, Dal pries it open to find some scrambled eggs. They'll need utensils for that. But first... "Can we eat it from this?" Dal didn't mind sharing it, but if Jun preferred they have separate dishes, he can find a plate for Jun to use.

Edited 2024-09-15 00:15 (UTC)

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why are we still using brackets? silly us!

idk!! lol. silly us indeed!!

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