This is very uncomfortable. Uncomfortable enough that he wants to avoid this cafe in the future. He'll find a new place to get coffee. He'll get it on his way to school or he'll start making it at home in the mornings. Maybe it's time to give up on caffeine entirely. It's a side effect of his time with Seung anyway. Seung's influence lead him down a caffeinated path. Maybe it's time to quit. The first step toward quitting Seung, too.
Jay takes the offered napkin and looks down at the numbers scribbled on it. "Don't worry. You don't have to stick around on my account. I don't want to disrupt your busy day." Truthfully. Even though he probably already has. Jay turns to someone standing nearby, holding out the napkin to them (he's memorized the number on it. He'll put it in his phone later). "Hey, he asked me to give you his phone number." He nods toward Seung. "He's dying to fuck you. Or fuck you over. Sorry, English isn't my first language and I get those confused." He looks back over at Seung, that friendly smile back in place. "So I guess we're done here, then?"
Fuck! That’s like a kick to the gut. Seung actually feels the breath leave his lungs like Jay landed a physical blow. He might as well have slapped Seung across the face. It stings and, for only a fraction of a second, the hurt and surprise (why should he be surprised after he what he did? Is it surprising that it hurts so much?) show clearly on his face.
But then his smile returns, attention shifting to the young man Jay handed his number to. “Yeah, we’re done here,” he croons. It hard to pretend like Jay isn’t right there, like he isn’t walking out with his coffee in hand while Seung wastes time flirting with someone to spite him. And yet…
At least it’s only a moment because he really does have to leave.
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Jay takes the offered napkin and looks down at the numbers scribbled on it. "Don't worry. You don't have to stick around on my account. I don't want to disrupt your busy day." Truthfully. Even though he probably already has. Jay turns to someone standing nearby, holding out the napkin to them (he's memorized the number on it. He'll put it in his phone later). "Hey, he asked me to give you his phone number." He nods toward Seung. "He's dying to fuck you. Or fuck you over. Sorry, English isn't my first language and I get those confused." He looks back over at Seung, that friendly smile back in place. "So I guess we're done here, then?"
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But then his smile returns, attention shifting to the young man Jay handed his number to. “Yeah, we’re done here,” he croons. It hard to pretend like Jay isn’t right there, like he isn’t walking out with his coffee in hand while Seung wastes time flirting with someone to spite him. And yet…
At least it’s only a moment because he really does have to leave.