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[yongguk-sarc]

「 What Separates Me From You 」

A quarter past nine and Yongguk was becoming restless, weekdays were always slow and it drove him crazy - he craved the weekends when the trouble was promised. His gaze had rose and looked along the faces that were resting inside of his bar as he mindlessly wiped glasses, they were casuals that he saw almost everyday. Boring personality's that had addictions he was getting paid to fuel with every glass he poured, and allowed to slide down their throats.

Addicting was an interesting thing, he thought about it often. All types of addictions found themselves inside of rapture - all different severity's and everyone had their own ways of dealing with them. Alcohol forced a lot of hidden personality's and desires to surface on seemingly innocent faces, facades crumbled onto the floor when they succumbed to intoxication of the liquor they drank as if it were their only means of surviving. Weak people.

Yongguk liked to think he only had one addiction, the craving and desire to have attention. The fact that his bar was empty wasnt helping - nothing was catching his eye and no interesting personality had provoked him to evoke some type of outrageous act of recklessness. Boring, he hated being bored more than absolutely anything else in this world - boring was for a human, an ordinary person.

Not for someone like Yongguk, a man who could live things a thousand times his size, a person who could do things beyond most people would only rumor about. He was a mutant, something better than what any type of human could ever be - because he could break them with his thumb and forefinger if he truly desired too.

Back to the bar he started to thumb through his phone in hopes that maybe the internet would carry some interesting things to occupy his mind, tabloids - social media. Anything really to get him from wishing it was time to close and just go home and sleep - tomorrow was Friday and that was when the real fun would start. Weekends were always a good time in Rapture, a girl on his arm and partying to its fullest with people who just didnt give a fuck and wanted to have a good time. Or someone who wanted to give him a good time, that was fine too. 

But there were no woman in this bar at the moment - not that he saw anyway since he was no longer paying attention to the attendance of who was in the bar and fixated on his phone. If they needed him they would call his name, till then he didnt give a fuck. 

[lindsheyheyhey]

Can't wait to get back to this!