"Are you sure you are going to quit?"
"Yeah, thank you, and sorry for wasting your precious time."
"You are free to come back anytime, okay?"
"Thank you, I will keep that in mind."
As soon as Yoojung leaves the room, he immediately punches the air in glee. It has been a while since he experienced this kind of freedom.
"At last, I am now free!"
Yoojung likes a lot of things, but his interest in them immediately disappears when things get difficult. Apparently, this is the 3rd club he left in a span of a week, and he doesn't feel any sadness inside him.
"Maybe I was not really meant to join clubs anymore," he uttered while walking on the highway. "Maybe because I peaked in high school, and now that I am in college, my energy is already drained."
"Maybe because this is the only thing I am good at?"
"In escaping problems."
Yoojung knows to himself that he is just afraid to talk to people and to go out of his comfort zone and even if he tries to face his fears, he always ends up moving backward.
—
"Bruh, what the hell are you on?" Jeju screamed and massaged his forehead as if he were scolding his reckless son. "That's the 3rd club you left in a week!"
"I know!" Yoojung pouted and scratched his arm. The couple looked at each other with their furrowed brows.
"We both want you to go out of your comfort zone, and yet you are holding back!" Ari added and placed her chin above her palm. She then took out the shot glass and poured a clear liquid into it. "My friends were happy when they found out that you would be part of their club. Do you know that?"
"What can I do? I am a coward." Yoojung whispered and leaned on the brown sofa.
"You know you are a coward, and yet you are not doing anything to change," Jeju replied and crossed his arms. "Do you want to feel stuck forever?"
"It's not that easy, dumbass." Ari threw a death stare towards her boyfriend and glanced at their friend, who was currently tired as hell.
"I know! Yoojung knows how hard it is to confess to you on Valentine's Day!" Jeju changed his opinion in a second, making Yoojung roll his eyes. It is his problem, but their conversation always ends up about his friends' relationships.
He grabbed the shot glass and gulped all of the liquid in one go. In a second, he narrowed his eyes and immediately touched his forehead.
"I am not a good drinker! Why would you give me this?" he exclaimed.
"Hey, don't tell me you are also going to escape this bonding!" Jeju stood up and pointed at Yoojung. "My pretty girlfriend set this up, and yet you are going to leave?!"
At that moment, Yoojung realized he should not have agreed to go out with his only two friends.
—
After an hour, Yoojung decided to go out of the mini restaurant. He stood near the terrace, and he could already feel his head throbbing.
"Fuck, I think my head is going to explode.." he whispered and closed his eyes. "I can't handle this anymore.."
Yoojung felt he was about to vomit, but suddenly…
Someone grabbed his arm from behind.
"Please don't do it…"
Yoojung looked up, only to see a beautiful human being.
"Your life is precious.."
Yoojung is getting dizzy, and he has no idea if he is just hallucinating.
"What the hell are you saying.." he laughed and tightened his grip on the metal bar.
"Oh, I thought you were about to commit something," the guy replied and scratched his head. "I'll carry you home. Where are your friends? Do you have any?"
"You're too harsh." Yoojung raised his left eyebrow and leaned his head on the metal bar. "I may look like I don't have friends, but I actually have two, you know?"
"They should not have left you wasted like this," the guy whispered and touched his back. He can smell the fragrance of the man, making him even more nauseous.
"I swear to God, I will never drink beer again.." Yoojung screamed, making the other guy a bit startled. "They are a menace to society!"
He heard the man laugh, making him look up again. "It is not entirely bad. Sometimes, it is alright to consume once in a while."
"Well, I was literally made when my parents were drunk, so...it says a lot. Maybe your parents made you when they were sober. Good for you." The guy can feel the saltiness of every word he uttered, making him a bit affected. "Beer was supposed to make someone courageous, but why did I become a fucking coward..."
Yoojung then found himself losing consciousness, and when he woke up, he was already at his house, wearing pajamas.
"Wait.. why am I wearing pajamas?!" he asked himself while looking at the mirror at a distance.
"Good morning."
When Yoojung looked at the door, he saw a tall guy with a blinding smile.
"Good morning.." he replied and was about to get up, but he felt something was wrong. "Wait, who the fuck are you!?"
He grabbed the pen from his cabinet and focused it on the guy. The guy seemed pretty startled, but he just smiled.
"Are you a stealer?" he got up while trying to reach for his slippers.
I don't think so. He is too charming to be a stealer.
"Perhaps a murderer?" he added and gulped. The young man was just staring at him, wondering what the hell he was talking about.
Right, I know a lot of beautiful guys who use their faces to kill.
"I have a pen! I can stab you with this!" Yoojung tried to intimidate him, but the guy ended up smiling even more, which baffled him.
"Oh, you are awake?" Out of the blue, Yoojung's mom appeared behind the guy's back. "Ah, let's eat!"