Yours Truly

6: Like a fairytale, we meet again

He was a huge fan of Manga. Specially the love story. How sweet it felt. Sweeter than candy.
He also had some sweetness growing inside him. The girl waiting for him.
"How jolly good of you to come by, young man. Want me to prepare a small space for you?"
"Yeah that would be so nice Ahjussi."
The older man bowed. He was fond of this customer. This young man was a dreamer. He is always lost in his dreams. Meaning he spends a lot of time in his own world. And lost time means money for him.
"Yah! You good for nothing foreign brat! Come over here and make use of your salary."
A young girl. A beautifully long ponytail. A white oversized graphic tee, skinny jeans and vans. Self painted vans. Her hair swaying, like a fox's tail. With her sharp liner. He couldn't help but stare. Each step she took, his heart beated.
She glared at the manager. Saying nothing. She needed money after all. Signing the young man in front of her to follow her. He was rather good looking. Could it be that the guy she waits for looks like him?
High eyebrows. An asymmetry in those captivating eyes. One pure and soft and round, resembling the pure energy of heavens far away. The other you say? Mischief, sharpness, danger. The aura of Hades' home. Long limbs, like a model straight out of a runway. Perfect skin, lips, nose. A mole under his right eye.
She shook her head. She shouldn't be thinking of boys. It's highly unprofessional and all she needs from this job is money.
He followed her silhoutte, her hips swaying. Head up high, back straight. As if confodence had taken a form of a human. He gulped, his aura was captivating. Not letting him move his eyes away from her.
He halted, seeing her stop. She turned around in whisk, bowing. Giving him a small smile. His eyes on the small card flicking from a ribbon on her neck, trying his best to figure out what her name was.
"SI-ER-RA."
He mumbled as he saw her leaving. What was with him and silhouettes of girls who he finds fascinating?

"Jisoo Kim?"
Jisoo rose her head, following the voice. A hoarse yet sweet voice. A very tall figurine. Well-built. Messed up hair, glasses hiding his slant dragon eyes. What was with these eyes? A small glint in them? Small? More like a galaxy. The andromeda.
"Jisoo Kim?"
Her perfect face in front of his eyes. A change in his heartbeat. A slight change in the hertz. Her wide eyes, heart shaped lips, smooth skin, long hair. Her hair was straightened, maybe. Science is amazing, it does magic. But it isn't magical enough to hide the true you.
"Yeah sorry."
She snapped out of the mist surrounding her. He was just handsome. What was up with that?
He saw a small bump going down her long throat. Her fingers fanning her face as her cherry red lips part into a bright smile.
"I usually go by Kim Jisoo, you know... Um..."
Her eyes wide, hands slowly whisking in the air. Signing him to introduce himself. He squinted his eyes, instantly getting it. His eyes wide and mouth forming a small "O".
"Oh! I-yeah am Kim Namjoon. We got your name that you are going to stand for president..."
"President what?"
Namjoon took a step back. Jisoo's palms hitting the desk loud. Her eyes popping out, mouth agape.
"Calm down... It's just that we got your name and you are my opposition. I think it would be fun to be against you. May the best one win."
His eyebrows cocked, winking before greeting Jisoo a hearty goodbye. His tall frame overshadowing her. Jisoo couldn't help. Her cheeks gaining colour in an instant. A small tingle in her ears.

"Don't blame my forefathers for something that I am. If you don't like my work, then tell me so. But don't bring in my heritage. Cause if being foreign was my reason to be less active, then you must have been Jewish."
Sierra had always been sassy. She tells it as it is. Sugarcoating isn't just enough to survive. She can sugarcoat, but that's her secret weapon. These folks don't deserve to be sugarcoated.

"Ahjussi."
He forcefully got rid of his frown. The young lad in front of him was his most precious customer. No one stays this long in the bookshop. No one pays so much and questions none. No one brings in so many admirers along and doesn't even spare them a smile, making them eager. Making them want to be noticed. Making them read the same things. Or pretend to read.
Smiling ear to ear, rubbing both his palms together,
"Ah... Kim Taehyung-ah. What brings you here? It's only been an hour."
"Well, Ahjussi. Where's that girl? Sierra? Yeah. Her name was Sierra. Where's she?"
Even Mr. Choi felt it was necessary to raise an eyebrow at the fine man in front of him. A man who never bothers to pay attention to girls. Loads of girls visit him, try to lurk him in. He never forgets to walk past by them. Then why does he want to see that foreign brat? Foreigners aren't good matches. Besides, he even is the first born.
"Why do you ask, Taehyung-ssi? You aren't attracted to that brat are you?"
"I was just curious. Nothing much."
Liar. But he didn't want to tell the truth. If he has feelings or finds someone interesting, the first ones to know better be the person he has feelings for and his mates. Not a bookshop owner that treats him nice because he brings in people with his good looks and pays a lot. Besides, how can he garner a certain warmth for two women at the same time? He already likes the time he spemds with the girl in waiting.
"Yeah. Stupid of me to assume you'd be interested in a foreign brat like her. Dark skin, freckles, some sort of a foreign accents. Their are much pretty girls here in Korea right?"
Taehyung hummed half heartedly. He found her interesting. Interesting enough to be potrayed in arts and pieces of music. He didn't like the way she's been talked upon. He couldn't help but shrug,
"I'll take my leave Ahjussi."