IC Chat [lounge cafe]

San quirks another brow.
"Its fine- Though not having many people not chat with you isn't a bad thing. I'd prefer that life." He briefly glances down to his watch as he stands up with a sigh.
"Duty calls. See ya later, blonde business man."

Yeosang noticed the sudden shift of body posture and San’s new facial expression. He blinked a few times and got up to step back. “Pardon me. It appears that I was too close for your liking.” he let replied. “Don’t worry! Not a lot of people talk to me, so it should be fine. And no need to put on an act. Just be yourself, that’s okay! ” he added. Yeosang thanked him and returned to his seat as he didn’t want to make San uncomfortable or bother him.

The sudden movement from Yeosang has San immediately tense up, unsure of what the other male was going to do has him on high alert. The obvious stiffening of his body posture noticeable while his eyes form a glare. " You are too kind, Yeosang. Should be careful, the folks in this town may take advantage of you. That's the only warning I'll give you. Also, I'm putting on an act for you most days, pal. Interesting, guess I'll wish you luck on your writing journey." He states simply with a shrug of his shoulders.

The young male frowned as he heard him and he got up, moving to take a seat in front of San. He kept a distance though as he didn’t want to be in the other’s bubble or annoy him.
“You mustn’t always be though. Most times we have spoken you’ve been alright. And not liking physical touch doesn’t make you uncaring or bad.” he commented. He was surprised about the arrests though. “People sometimes do stuff to survive it appears. If what you did was truly bad, wouldn’t you be in jail for years?”
Yeosang stretched his arms up a bit. “I am not too sure yet, but I can definitely inform you when it happens.”

San remains silent, as he contemplates whether to be honest or lie to Yeosang.
He decides honesty-
" I'm an ...uncaring, I hate people more than anything. I despise physical touch. The two people I actually tolerate are just people that have not managed to get annoyed with me completely. I'm arrested at least three times a week." He pauses while nodding his head at the finishing of his words.
"When will your stories be published?" It would appear, Yeosang has intrigued the younger male.

The bar owner narrowed his eyes and tilted his head with curiosity as he heard San’s words, a small hum leaving his lips once more.
“Oh, is that the case? I don’t know... whenever I have met you, you have appeared that way. How are you then if I may ask?” he questioned, his eyes shining a bit as he crossed his arms over his chest, still leaning forward against the table.
“Well, it appears that you’ll have to read them when they are published if you are curious about it. It is a secret for now, but I am writing mystery short stories.”

He side eyes Yeosang as they lean forward slightly, he assumed this is what people call teasing. San returned to sipping away at his beverage. Though Yeosang's words has him taken back. Calm and composed...what a delusion. Yeosang clearly knew nothing about San-
" It appears you aren't familiar...with much around this town. Calm and composed is quite the opposite of my demeanor, blonde business man." He comments casually once again while he continues to sip away.
"Stories about what?"

Yeosang leaned forward a bit in his seat and pushed his paper and pencil away to listen to San for the moment. He watched the male’s actions, noticing how he had reacted to his words.
“I guess it is... I am learning all your secrets though, so that’s fun.” he joked. “Nah, really, I don’t know much about you. I’m just playing around. But jail?” he questioned, curiously. “You don’t strike me as someone who’d go to jail. You appear quite... calm and composed.” he replied and hummed. “Oh, just some short stories.” he continued. “Nothing too exciting for the moment~”

The quirky response from Yeosang has San quirk a brow out of amusement this time, his lips parting just slightly to blow against his beverage. Hoping to cool it down a little.
"Hm. Your life must be boring then if you are stalking mine....Though linger for too long and you'll end up in jail with me." He comments rather casually before simply nodding his head as a response to Yeosang's additional question.
" What are you writing?" He questions in return.

Once he heard the other male’s voice, he peeked up once more and noticed that San was talking to him. He couldn’t help but to chuckle at his words and Yeosang tilted his head in thought, scratching his chin.
“Oh, well, it seems we are... Who’s to say I am not?” he joked and rested his hands against the table, dropping the pencil on it. “Maybe my life’s boring like that...” he added. “Enjoying your drink?”

Noticing someone possibly glancing to him, San turns his attention briefly just to catch Yeosang's eye contact and head bow. He returns it with his own head bow, lips parting to speak.
" Blonde business man. We keep meeting like this, I'll start to wonder if you are stalking me." he admits, whilst bringing the travel mug to his lips as he briefly takes a sip of his drink. A low hum of content at the taste leaving his lips.

Yeosang had been sitting in the lounge for the past hour, working on some short stories that he had been writing for weeks now. As he glanced up, he recognized the familiar face and politely bowed his head at San, his lips curled into a small smile. He then returned his attention to his pages and let out a small yawn.

San steps foot into the familiar lounge, this time though wearing an all black suit, hair done neatly and expensive rings that were placed on his fingers. His brown irises scanning the room prior to him ordering a cup of matcha tea latte, taking the travel mug to a spot on the couch where he settles quietly.
A longing expression visible upon his features-

As he heard San’s answer, he frowned a bit and leaned forward to look at the other. His head now tilted as his lips curled into a small pout. “Are you okay though? Do you want to talk about it- your thoughts and choices? Anything I can perhaps do to help?”

He quirks a brow as he finds himself scrunching his nose up before emitting a low chuckle.
"Trying to pass time before I drag myself to bed. Been feeling kinda bleh lately- sort out of my life choices and thoughts..I guess."

Yeosang slowly nodded his head as he agreed with the other male’s advice. “I’ll do my best to try it and put it into practice. Thank you, San.” He rubbed his eyes a bit and let out a small yawn, chuckling as he felt guilty after it. “PArdon me... Oh, nothing so far. Just hanging out here. What about yourself?”

"If you don't try, then there is no progress." He states back, pushing the jaw breaker to the other side of his cheek while he on it.
"Anyway...what are you doing up? No nightly plans?"

“I suppose that’s true, but it is easier to say it then to actually do it and get it over with.” he commented and rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks a bit red. “I am slightly better than before though, but thank you for the advice.”

"Sounds like you've been thinking about it for awhile though. We don't exist to please anyone but ourselves, yeosang. You get too involved with another persons issues etc. You slowly start forgetting about yourself." He calmly replies, Yeosang happened to catch San at a good time. Tired, less agitated San.

“Ah! I wish I could do that too, but I always worry about others’ thoughts, not wanting to hurt or disappoint them. And my issue is that I tend to put value on everyone and want everyone to feel loved or happy around me... even if it sometimes costs me my own happiness.” he told San, honestly. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t be dumping all of this information like this. You aren’t my therapist.” hs said and facepalmed.

Bingo- he thought.
"Ah." Was all San could say in the moment as his guess was actually correct.
"I don't give a what people think. They don't add anything to my life truthfully. You should only care about the opinions of individuals that actually have value and ones that you love. You seem like a decent fella, no need to be insecure."
A slow nod can be seen from San as he spoke sternly, his brows furrowed as he finally made eye contact with Yeosang.

Yeosang looked a bit surprised by San’s question as it seemed like he had read him like an open book... perhaps he was one after all. “I mean, I tend to be quite often. I’m working on it though.” he answered and nodded his head. “What about you? You seem quite confident enough... or at least, comfortable in your own skin.”
“Well, thanks! I do hope so. I thrive to make my customers happy.”

The response from Yeosang earns a quirked brow once again from San.
"Never said you are annoying. Usually when people say that, they are insecure. Are you insecure?" He questions casually, reaching into his hoodie pocket to pull out a jawbreaker candy. Unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth as he slightly swirls it around his mouth.
"Hm..sounds like you have some really good ideas. Probably will bring in more business for you honestly. Especially if you add pumpkin spice, apparently people go crazy for that ."

Yeosang stopped where he was and froze. “Am I too close or annoying? I can back up.” he told the other with a polite bow, ready to stand up if needed. As he heard San’s next comment, he slowly nodded. “Ohhh, right. I was going to offer to give you a massage, but my bad! Mm, I was thinking of incorporating some new local beers and some new coffee and tea for those who do not want to drink. It’d be great for fall...”

San glances as Yeosang takes a comfortable seat, finding it amusing.
"I think you've chosen to sit and chat, buddy." He gestures to Yeosang getting cozy as he snickers softly.
"No massotherapist. People touching me makes me uncomfortable. But new drinks? Tell me your ideas."

The male sat back on his seat and he tilted his head at San’s question. “I mean, I can keep you company to make it less boring unless you aren’t in a chatty mood. Whatever you’d like” he commented and chuckled. Yeosang then blinked and hummed a bit in thought. “Oh! Do you have a massotherapist? You should get a nice massage” he replied. “As for me, I worked a bit to plan new drinks for upcoming fall and I went to the beach.”

San lingers his gaze between the menu and Yeosang briefly before he hears the latter offer to entertain. Interesting, he thought.
"How would you entertain? As for if I'm fine...just dealing with the aftermath from a fight is all. What'd you do today?" He asks curiously, a brow quirking.

“Oh! Just alright? And bored? How come?” he asked and chuckled as he leaned over a bit. “Any way I can help to entertain?” he questioned and smiled again. “And I’m doing fine. Thanks for asking.” He heard the groan and blinked. “Are you fine?”

"Guess you could say I'm alright. Bored- but alright. Yourself?" He returns the question as he leans back into the sofa with a groan, refraining from wincing as he has bruises along his back.

He glanced up as he heard a familiar voice and he showed the other a small smile. “Oh! Hi there~” he let out and approached him. He got up and walked over. “How are you?”