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jungnoir · 4 years

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hello!! truth be told, i am not entirely certain if your requests are open and stuff, if they aren't, please forgive me, it's honestly my first time requesting so i'm really worried that i am gonna mess up, please don't hate me :((( do you think there's a chance that you'll write some youngk or wonpil fluff (or rival!au,,, or anything would be great,,, honestly) any time soon? if not, that's totally okay, i hope i didn't bother you, thank you regardless and have a great day!!

anatomically correct heart-shaped pretzel;

kim wonpil | food service is way more competitive and romantic than you’d think, believe it or not. rival!au. mall!au. | 1.6k words. | fluff, humor.

a/n: ahhh you’re okay!!! thank you for being so polite. I’m not officially accepting requests as I’m sort of just writing whenever I want to and dropping in. usually, I will announce that I’m writing requests on my blog and leave it open for a certain amount of time. however, I’m being pretty casual with things so I totally don’t mind this request at all! here’s rival kiosk workers at the mall with wonpil

“He’s at it again. Look at him; he’s got an evil look in those puppy dog eyes, that dead customer service smile, that high-pitched “have a good day!” pep in his step. I want to wring his neck like a Shake Weight.”

Your coworker, Dowoon, pauses in the middle of refilling the fruity pebbles toppings to give you a disturbed look, “Okay, Jesus. What is wrong with you?”

You glare right back, “It’s fucking pretzel boy Wonpil showing off again.”

“You mean doing his job?”

Grumbling a “showing off” under your breath, you turn around again to continue your angry brooding when you happen to catch Wonpil’s eyes between serving customers. His friendly smile quickly turns malicious, the boy having the audacity to drop his eyelid down in a wink before going about his business again, annoyingly unbothered by your seething not 20 feet away.

Dowoon was convinced that you were paranoid. Ever since that new pretzel kiosk popped up next to your once very thriving frozen yogurt shop, you’d been noticing business trailing elsewhere. People were trading gummy bears for salty bread and Wonpil’s “personable” attitude, something that you couldn’t quite get over. He wasn’t personable at all. You knew the real truth and yet no one believed you.

It had all started two months back when they’d first opened. You had thought Wonpil to look actually pleasant to talk to, deciding to befriend your new competition to be friendly which, unfortunately, massively backfired. Perhaps you were too bubbly, too optimistic on the first go, because Wonpil seemed to immediately bristle upon greeting. That was your first sign that things were going steadily downhill.

Your next sign was how aware you were that you were dominating the conversation. It seemed like no matter how much you tried to fish out of Wonpil, he wouldn’t budge. His answers were short, blunt, and disconcerting to say the least. After a few failed attempts, you’d promptly agreed with yourself that perhaps Wonpil was just one of those people who went to work, did their job, and left it at that. But then the customers came rolling in.

He was a totally different guy, the bastard.

Everything. From the way he lit up to the way his voice rose several octaves to the way he laughed out loud at every terrible customer joke. It was a pang to your admittedly offended heart. Was there something wrong with you? Did you smell? Was he just having a bad day earlier? It had thrown you pretty off for the rest of your shift, even catching the attention of one of your other usually aloof co-workers: Sungjin.

You just couldn’t place it. You obviously didn’t want to think he simply disliked you and only you, but it was all you had to go on. Why was he so averse to you when you’d done nothing to him? ...as far as you knew, anyway.

He was even nice to Dowoon! What did Dowoon have that you didn’t?!

And then, then, Wonpil started to notice you, but for all the wrong reasons.

It was through knowing smirks and condescending winks that you began to kindle your delicate hatred-baby for Wonpil. He knew he was peeving you off. He knew that when you’d watch him with that barely veiled look of yearning in your eyes for acceptance that he could simply look your way and you’d fluster. He wasn’t kind. He was a jerk. Wonpil was an absolute asshole and no one seemed to think so except you.

Your co-workers called it a friendly rivalry. You called it war.

He was super keen on stealing your customers too, drawing them in from your shop to get them to buy those damn pretzels, just to see you squirm and fumble to turn their attention back. When he’d win, he’d get this smug look on his face and gnaw his bottom lip with a hooded gaze cast your way, practically relishing in your anger and humiliation. You’d dreamt of all the ways you could make that little pipsqueak sing for mercy-

“Hey! Can you do your job or do I need to stand you on the other side of the counter as a cardboard cutout?” Dowoon’s annoyance is not easy to ignore even in the midst of your daydream, and unfortunately, that meant that you would have to come back to your reality. Your cold, Wonpilly reality.

With a lack of vigor that could rival a pubescent boy in band practice, you continue your shift in a disgruntled haze. You don’t want to think you’re being childish about it, but you can often feel Wonpil’s eyes on you while you work, and it’s enough to make you rightfully paranoid. You know the minute you look up that he’s going to have some patronizing expression on his face and, honestly, you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back from punching it clean off. Only fifteen more minutes, you think to yourself, counting down til the end of your shift. Fifteen more minutes and then I’m out of here.

Dowoon eventually leaves early, mentioning he has a date tonight and that he doesn’t want to be late, and you mumble an affirmative to clean and lock up for him. You’ve got no such plans for the evening, instead planning to relax and enjoy the weekend Wonpil-free. As customers slow to almost nothing, you decide it’s a good time to start closing up.

As you’re sweeping away the debris on the floor, you hear the sound of a fist knocking against glass and decide to look up, ready to shoo away a customer who came too late. Instead of a customer, it’s something much worse.

“Hey,” Wonpil says, one hand in his puffy jacket pocket, the other holding a small take-away bag from the pretzel place, “heading out tonight?”

You’re so stunned by his attempt at casual conversation that you forget to be mean, staring at him in confusion, “Uh... no. Why?”

Wonpil looks both relieved and surprised, clutching the bag a little closer to himself, “Oh... uh, well it’s just that... you know, it’s Valentine’s day. I assumed you had a date.”

Your brain is a Windows blue screen right now. Was it... oh, fuck, how could you have missed it? Today was February the 14th. You flush soon after. No, you had no date. “Nope... but I bet you do. If you came here to gloat about it, don’t even bother. I’m too tired to deal with you right now.”

A look of hurt flashes across Wonpil’s visage, “I didn’t... that’s not why I came over.”

“Then why?” You can’t hide the tired exasperation in your voice, “You closed up already, didn’t you? Just go home. I’m not in the mood.”

That same hurt flashes again and part of you almost wants to feel bad about it.

Wonpil reaches into the bag with a trembly bottom lip, “I-I came over to apologize. And to give you this.”

In his hand now is a heart shaped pretzel, but not just the traditional heart shape. No, it was anatomically correct. Scarily so. It was also piping hot and looked rather tasty after a long day of work. You rarely indulged yourself in the enemy’s goods, but... “What do you mean, apologize?”

“I uh... I kinda totally screwed up. The thing is, I don’t hate you like you think I do. I actually really like you. I know that I don’t show it and it’s not much of an excuse, but it’s just... when I first met you, I was really, really nervous. You were so kind and funny and attractive... I froze up,” your eyes begin to bulge as he holds the pretzel out to you, “and I couldn’t act normally around you. Then people started saying we were rivals so I ran with it. Anything to get you to look at me.”

You check Wonpil’s face to see if he’s lying. He’s not, as far as you can tell, but you’d been a bad judge of his character before, “That’s really stupid, Wonpil.”

Instead of looking upset however, he laughs lightheartedly... like you’d kinda hoped he would laugh around you all along. It’s a sweet sound. You don’t even want to wring his neck right now. “I know. I don’t expect that to fix anything, but I still wanted to give you something. You can stomp it or throw it in the trash or feed it to the raccoon couple near Macy’s, I don’t mind. I just wanted you to know that I’m a really stupid guy who has a kind of embarrassingly huge crush on you. Happy Valentine’s day, (Name). I hope... I hope that we can at least be friends. Or enemies with a truce.”

Sincere. He was actually being sincere right now.

You drop the dustpan and push the swinging half-door open to leave your little kiosk, watching Wonpil as he turns to face you, pretzel still outstretched. You take it form his hands and watch his shoulders deflate in relief. A little overwhelmed with the fact that he’d just confessed to you, you test the waters, “So uh... you busy, Wonpil?”

The boy blinks rapidly, “N-No. Why?”

You take a bite from the warm pretzel and almost let out a humiliating moan in content. Goddamn, this boy made some mean pretzels. How could you ever turn that down? “There’s a movie playing in the theater upstairs in an hour. You know, that really bad remake? You wanna catch it together?”

Wonpil lets out an immediate “Yes. But... what do you wanna do until then?”

For the first time in two months, you allow Wonpil one real, warm smile once more, “You can start by finally answering all those questions I asked about you two months ago, for a start. I’d like to get to know my rival a little better.”

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keywestlou · 5 years

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A COMIC WITHOUT PRINCIPLE

Trump has had 3 careers so far. Contractor, TV personality, and President. He is on his way to a fourth. Stand up comic. As was evidenced yesterday when for 2 hours he had the CPAC audience rolling in the aisles.

The man is a born humorist.

Though painful. He cares not who he hurts in the process.

One of Trump’s many problems is he is not a man of principle. He is not the “give me liberty or give me death” type. Nor, “I regret I have but one life to give for my country.”

The principle problem clearly evidenced itself with Otto Warmbier and Jamal Khashoggi. Disappointingly so.

Trump explained yesterday he could not accuse Kim of responsibility/complacency with regard to Warmbier. After all, he was trying to negotiate with Kim and it would have made his job difficult.

Trump screwed up even though he failed to take Kim on re Warmbier.

A similar situation has existed with regard Khashoggi and Saudi Arabia. Trump has relationships with the Saudis that he does not want to affect.

Warmbier an American citizen. Khashoggi an American resident. You stand up for your own regardless of the consequences. Such is principle. Character. Trump having failed to stand up for these two diminishes respect for the U.S. and as well as himself. Kim and the Saudis must consider him a joke. A person they can easily deal with.

Such conduct emboldens other dictators in the world to disrespect, torture and kill Americans. With impunity.

For shame.

My day yesterday began with the Syracuse/Wake Forest game at noon. Syracuse won by 25 points. 79-54. Syracuse played well. A lot of driving. Wake Forest was the lesser team.

Only one week left in league play. Syracuse has 2 games scheduled this week. The first monday night against Virginia. Virginia ranked #2 nationally. Syracuse remains unranked.

Would be great if Syracuse should win. Syracuse beat #1 Duke. No reason why a victory against Virginia is not obtainable.

Last night, the Chart Room first.

Ted from Wampsville in town. Told John the night before he was looking for me. I thought I would run into him. Did not. It is a long week. We will meet before he leaves. Perhaps for the Syracuse game tomorrow night at the Chart Room.

Mary and Elena came in. Some interesting chat. Ended up going to dinner with Mary. As her guest!

Walked Duval on the way to La Trattoria. The Duval Promenade on going. Its third week. Looks better each week. Merchants better organized with outside tables, etc. More people.

Tiffany bartending. I have known her for 25 years. First met her when she was bartending at Antonia’s. A great personality.

Enjoyed antipasto and pennes with oil and garlic. Satisfied a desire. Negated any type activity with Mary following dinner.

Three events tonight. Hopefully will make at least one. The Gardens, Hot Dog Church, and Terri White singing with Larry Baeder at The Key West Theater.

Tomorrow a significant day in history. On February 4, 1861, Abraham Lincoln was inaugurated for the first time. Twenty five thousand people watched.

It is estimated Trump drew 300,000 to 600,000. I am surprised Trump has not yet informed the world that he drew more people to his inauguration than Lincoln did.

The country was split at the time. South against North. Rivalry and hatred ran deep. Similar to the disruption between Republicans and Democrats today.

Lincoln said in his acceptance speech, “We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies.”

His words were not heard then. Can they be heard today? Difficult.

Love robots! The new world of machine domination is upon us. Except, very few are aware of it. The ordinary citizen as well as the politician.

Companies are switching over to robots. The bottom line the reason. Cheaper to operate with machines than humans.

Walmart had a profitable year last year. Blowout earnings were reported a few days ago. The increased profit due primarily to surging on line sales.

Walmart reported this past week that it is eliminating its graveyard shift in hundreds of its stores. The human force to be replaced by a “labor saving product.” Robots.

The move will cut Walmart’s operating costs dramatically. It will also result in many humans losing their jobs. Which opens another wound. Trump has done nothing to ready the U.S. for what is occurring. Retraining programs needed. Or, a lot more people are going to be on the unemployment rolls.

I do not blame Trump alone. Obama paid little attention to the problem also.

Enjoy your Sunday!

A COMIC WITHOUT PRINCIPLE was originally published on Key West Lou

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