Namjoon: 11 April Year 22

After filling up the tank of the car, something brushed by my face and fell. I inadvertently took a step back and looked down, and there was a crumpled bill at my feet. Instinctively, I stretched out my hand while bending over. The people in the car laughed noisily. I stopped for a moment. That must be about when Seokjin saw me from a little ways away. I couldn’t raise my head. How do you look in the eyes of people who ride around in an expensive car, ignore the people around them, and ridicule others? You oppose them. If their actions are unjust, you oppose them. It’s not a problem of courage, pride, or equality. It’s just something you have to do. 

 

But this is a gas station, and I’m a part-time employee. If a customer throws trash on the ground, I have to clean it up. If a customer curses at me, I have to listen to it. If a person throws money on the ground, I have to pick it up. The humiliation made my body shake. I clenched my fist. My fingernails dug into my skin. 

 

At that time, someone picked up the bill on the ground. Then they gave it to me. The people in the car wiped the smiles off their faces and muttered as they left. Even after they left, I couldn’t lift my head. I didn’t have the confidence to look Seokjin in the eyes. My cowardice, poverty, and situation were all things Seokjin knew about. Even so, I didn’t want to show it so openly. He stood at the edge of my vision and didn’t move. He didn’t approach me or say anything.

 

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