Before Taehyung could reply, he looks around and sees people clicking pictures. He takes a deep breath and runs to the Big Hit building, covering his face.
I scream as I open the door, "I'm home! Baek Seok Woo, where are you?" I remove my shoes and start boiling the water for ramen.
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"Noona I don't want food. I treated my friends today as today's the last day of twelfth grade," my brother speaks.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to waste money! I told you to find a part-time job. We need money-" he cuts me and slams the door.
"Money, money, money! You wasted your life isolating yourself from everyone for making money and now you're wasting my life! I wish mom and dad were here," he screams.
He was just five when our parents died. He was right, I did waste my life, not to make money but to survive. Studying, working, and taking care of Seok Woo was the only thing I can afford to do.
A tear runs down my cheek as I think about the days I spent, dressing up as a character to entertain and attract passers to a noodle shop in the humid climate. I did all this just for Hyun Woo's school fees.
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(next evening)
I put my apron on and open the store door. Looking around, I see no customers and the manager was yelling at someone. There was a huge 'closed' door sign hanging.
"If you're Kim Taehyung then I'm Barack Obama! What do you mean our part-timer took your car keys? If that's the case, then your wife took my son's report card!" the manager shouts.
I greet the manger with a bow and gesture him to leave, assuring I'll take care of this lunatic. "Yah! he isn't accepting the cash! I need my car keys!" Taehyung whisper shouts. "Yes, yes. I'll accept your cash. Now, quickly pay."
He hands 2650 ₩ and demands his keys. I take a seat with a loud sigh."Excuse me, sir, its 3100 ₩ not 2650 ₩. Is your visual system impaired?" I ask."You mean- 'blind'. Also, remember you ate a chip yesterday? So, you have to pay half the amount," he says with a silly smile.
Ok, today's gonna be a long day.
I take a deep breath and continue without a break, "A packet weighs 40.98 grams and one chip weighs 1.275 grams. 900 ₩ for 40 grams and 225₩ for 1 gram. So, I'll only pay 225 ₩. That means, you need to pay, 2875 ₩."
"Blah blah blah. Bleh bleh beugh. I always zone out when you talk. What are you, a maths lecturer? I'd rather watch a whole YouTube ad without clicking the tempting 'skip ad' option. Also, I don't think the percentages are right..." he replies.
Obviously not. It's not like he knows the correct percentages and it's not like he's going to actually check it. The percentages make me sound smart and sophisticated.
I'm just waiting for the perfect chance to push him off a cliff and make sure he's hanging with the support of his fingers. As he pleads me, I'll stamp his fingers and watch his fall all the way down and die, with cheese popcorn.
I should actually write a book- '101 ways to kill Taehyung'.
He finally gives up and pays the total amount. It's not like that's a huge amount for him. Now I had to give him his car keys. Something in me didn't want to give it back. If I give it back, he probably won't come here again.
Ahh...I must be crazy. I need to concentrate on finishing this semester and finding a good job as a sound and light engineer.
I was so lost in my thoughts; I didn't realize Taehyung's body that was just inches away from my face. He was trying to take something from the top rack but why am I between his hands?
'Chae young please don't smile. I get it that he smells irresistible. Please don't smile.'
And I smile. Something makes me go closer. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to sniff his cologne like a rag dog. As I breathe in, my head moves up and my lips curl into a smile.
I open my eyes slowly and WTF!? He moves his head close to mine as I feel his breath against my nose. Our bodies were just inches away. 3.789 inches, I guess...He pouts his lips and closes his eyes, moving his face closer every second.
Hey, come on! you can't kiss so fast in a fanfic!What the fuck am I even thinking?
I push him away and stare at him wide-eyed. Before he could accuse me of 'sniffing' him, I avert my gaze and call the manger in.
Taehyung quickly asks, "you said you work from 12 to 5 pm. But you weren't here when I came!"
"You call that reverse psychology. I knew you would come when I'm working so I gave the wrong time."
Damn, I'm smart. IQ 146 bruh.
He leaves the store and I continue mopping the floor. Twenty minutes and I wipe the sweat on my forehead. I feel a weight in my pocket. I dig my pocket and take out a heavy rectangular...car key?
