#FDHKLGJLF SORRY OMG sorry my brain's going all sorts of incoherent yelling and nyooming something your way

[mythvoiced]

@theimpalpable​ | from Jung-sik

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Jung-sik doesn’t like odd jobs, but he doesn’t like constant, stable, steady jobs either. There’s no security in metaphorically squatting (and literally, at times) in one place for too long, no safety in people getting used to your mannerisms, to your facial expressions, or to the way you don’t turn as naturally to the sound of your own name being called as someone who’d had it associated with himself his whole life.

Too jittery to be on the run, too restless to simply slip into the shoes of his new existence, too guilty to make things in any way shape or form easier for himself, he breaks away from delivery gigs to move to the next restaurant, to the next fast-food chain, to the occasional internet café that puts him in waiter’s garbs and at times even things he’d never though he’d even stumble upon considering a potential job for a few weeks time.

Like working at a hotel just because he had the face of someone people like being greeted by at the front door, have their luggage carried, have their beds made, even though he has none of the qualifications, no official contract, a rented uniform, and is being paid according to a wage which probably has never even had the pleasure of knowing what ‘legal’ means.

But it was enough. Enough to pay for a few meals. Enough to keep him busy. Enough that he was even allowed to walk on carpets that much cleaner than his soul.

Enough, even, to walk him straight into scenarios he doesn’t know how to deal with.

He looks at the stranger in the hotel room he’d just unlocked and tries to get his brain to react.

He looks at the door handle he’s still holding onto. Then he looks at the stranger again.

“This... How did you... The keypad.”

He stops.

Tries again in English.

“Who are you and how did you get in here?”