The Worker (BoyxBoy)

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"Oh Youngjaeee~" A singsong voice called out.
I groaned and buried my face in my hands. Maybe if I ignored Himchan long enough, the blonde haired ulzzang would get bored, and find someone else to bother.
A tap on my shoulder caused me to lift my head up, mentally rolling my eyes when my gaze met that of the man casually leaning against the counter next to me. The blonde was smiling like a cheshire cat.
"What do you want?" I grumbled, praying that this conversation would end quickly.
Himchan pouted. "It's not nice to talk to your hyung that way, Youngjae-yah." He sighed dramatically before a slow smirk formed on his lips. "But I guess I don't have to tell you about the totally hot guy who entered the store a few minutes ago."
My ears instantly perked up. "Hot guy? In the store? Where? Is he with someone?"
The ulzzang chuckled at my rambling. "Whoa there. We're not playing Twenty Questions right now."
I shot Himchan an aggrevated glare as I stood up straight. "Yeah, whatever." Straining my neck to look around the store, I noticed a few girls going through racks, but no males.
I turned to face him, anger etched onto my face as I snarled. "Himchan? Are you trying to piss me off? Because I don't see the "totally hot guy" you mentio-" I was cut off by a cleared throat and a low, raspy voice.
"Excuse me?"
Himchan and I both turned our heads toward the sound and gasped.
A beautiful man was standing on the opposite side of the counter, his arms crossed, and his perfect eyebrows twitching in annoyance.
"Well?" He snapped angrily. "Are you just going to stare, or actually ring up my items?"
I almost didn't hear him. The man's angelic lips were so full, so plump, I just wanted to forget about the "Respect the Customer" policy and crash my lips against his, relishing the taste of the handsome stranger.
"O-oh, uh, yeah," I stuttered. Feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks, I hurriedly reached forward to grab the shopping bag he'd put all of the things he was going to buy into.
Starting to ring up his purchases, I made the mistake of looking up at him. My eyes widened and my mouth formed a perfect "o" shape as I watched his unconsciously lick his chapped lips. Fuck, he was flawless.
I became lost into the world of his hotness, not noticing the bottle of perfume I was holding slip out of my fingertips and smash onto the counter.
Snapping back to reality as I heard him gasp, I noticed a great deal of the aroma-filled liquid had gotten onto the man.
He whipped his head up from looking at his wet shirt and sent me a death glare. "You.." He snarled, pointing a finger at me that caused me to flinch. "You're gonna pay for this."
I immediately bowed several times in apology before rummaging around under the counter to search for some sort of towel to help clean him up. Managing to find a tissue or two, I thrusted my hand out and waved it around. "Here." I muttered, not meeting his eyes.
The man ripped the tissues out my grasp and began dabbing at the front of his polo shirt. I heard him scoff. "Great. Just what I need. To be smelling like another woman in front of my girlfriend."
My heart broke. He wasn't gay...and he had a girlfriend. I literally had no chance to make him mine, even though I had adopted a wicked attraction to him. I mean, of course I've dated people of both sexes, but this was different. I needed him, not wanted him like I had wanted those other people. Figuring out a way to get to know him better was the first step.
Luckily, while he was busy tidying up, I glanced down, noticing his phone set next to the cash register. Seeing this as some sort of sign from the gods, I sneakily reached my arm out and wrapped my fingers around the device tightly, pulling it off the smooth surface before shoving it into my pocket.
When he was finished fixing his shirt, he continued to glare daggers at me, but paid for his items without saying anything. He didn't even notice that I had stolen his phone.
After I put his purchases in our signature bag, I stuck some pretty red and pink wrapping paper on top. "I hope your girlfriend enjoys everything." I told him, forcing a fake smile on my face. "And have a nice day!" I pushed the bag towards him.
The man snorted, muttering something that sounded like "Fucking klutz" before he hastily grabbed the pink and red bag by its strings and stormed away from the counter.
A sigh released itself from my lips as I turned to face my boss, who had just witnessed everything. I expected him to be pretty angry at my actions, but he was biting his lip like he was trying to hold back laughter.
"Himchan?" I looked confusedly at him.
A fitful of giggles escaped his mouth. "That was the most hilarious thing I have ever seen!"
"I-...what?" I asked, astonished that he wasn't the least bit mad.
My boss wiped a tear from his eye from laughing too hard. "I'm serious! Did you see the look on his face when you spilled the perfume all over him? It was priceless!" He began to chuckle again, and soon enough, I found myself start to laugh with him, even though I had just completely embarrassed myself in front of a stranger. A very sexy stranger.
After our giggle fest had ended, he turned serious. "But did you really have to take his phone?"
I felt myself redden at his question. "You saw that?"
He nodded. "Of course. I saw everything."
"I don't know why I took it." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I just felt like it was a way to get to know him better." A small smile tugged on the corners of my lips. "You were right though. He was pretty fucking hot!"
Himchan fanned himself. "Oh, he definitely was, but he wasn't the guy I saw before."
I groaned. "Great! So there's more than one male shopping here. Before you know it, this store might change it's name to 'Victor's Secret.'
We both chuckled at my comment before I stuck my hand into my jeans' pocket and fished out the phone.
Deciding to start my snooping now, since there were barely any other customers, I pressed the home button and slid my finger across the screen. I was in luck. He hadn't put a lock on it!
I played around with the electronic before finding what I was looking for. The screen read: "Jung Daehyun's iPhone". Finally! I knew the handsome stranger's name.
Jung Daehyun. Even his name was beautiful.
I searched through his phone for more information, discovering some simple things such as his age: twenty, his birthday: June 28th, 1993, and his occupation: a pornstar...wait, what?
I blinked, rereading the screen again. A pornstar? He was the Jung Daehyun? The one who I spent hours watching on my computer screen?
My mouth dropped open in shock. It...it couldn't be him! Could it? I thought back to his voice, both from the videos and from our encounter a half hour ago. They sounded strangely alike.
I then focused on his features. In the pornography, half of his face was hidden behind a black mask. Today, his whole face was in plain view, and boy was it beautiful.
The eyes of the man in the films and of the man in the store were definitely the same. They were both so deep and brown and sexy. Utterly intoxicating.
Fingers snapped in front of my face, causing me to yelp in surprise.
"Hellooo! Earth to Youngjae!" Himchan stared at me in annoyance.
"H-huh? Oh, sorry hyung. I kinda got lost in my own thoughts." I glanced back down at Daehyun's phone before putting it in hibernation mode and shoved the device back into my pocket.
Himchan cleared his throat and motioned tiward the line of customers that had formed in front of the register.
I scratched the back of my head. When had all of these people gotten here?
Shrugging it off, I turned my attention to the first customer, a teenage girl, who batted her eyelashes and smiled flirtatiously at me.
Oh darling, it's too bad we're both chasing after someone who we can't have.
I didn't know just how exactly I would make Jung Daehyun mine, but I did know that I wouldn't stop trying and give up.
He would be mine sooner or later.