So the customer came back the next day, in the same condition, maybe with just a little bit less tear.

The same breathy demand, the same wet eyes and wet bed sheets. The same slight tug on Sanghyuk's shirt and the same shivering hug.

This grown up man wasn't much different from a child, at least to Sanghyuk. The way he threw his own money out of the window by spending them on hugging a total stranger was out of Sanghyuk's world, which was also the same as the way kids found comfort in buying tons and tons of candies.

Sanghyuk just thought, that must have been a dire breakup for this fragile customer, as the numbers of days he came here heartbroken was still counting. But that didn't mean he cared, anyway. He never cared. 

Not that he cared about those puffy eyes and lips.

Or about the way this customer seemed to only be able to find peace and shelter himself from an unknown terrifying clout that scared him senseless, when Sanghyuk's warmth was near, when Sanghyuk's breath could be felt on his skin. When his existence was clarified.