Mr Pretty boy {Camilo Madrigal x M! Reader

2

I yawned as I woke up.

I usually wake up at around 8 or so to get ready and open the store. Today was one of those days.

I got up from my bed and headed towards the bathroom.

I did my morning routine and went down stairs.

Mamá and my little sister Maria were busy making breakfast.

"Hóla Y/N!" Maria greeted while Mother didn't spare a glance.

I waved, smiling softly.

Papá sat at the table, drinking his tea.

I sat down beside him.

The two girls placed the food on the table.

Breakfast was... silent.

But that's how it is around the house.

Eat quickly and get to work.

Those were the words Papá said when I first started to help out.

-Flashback-

"Y/N never talks with the kids in the village, maybe somethings wrong with him?" Mamá said, worry laced in her voice.

A young h/c haired boy near the doorway, a drawing in his hand.

"Don't say that!" Papá shouted. "My son is not sick! He is not crazy!" As Mamá stared at him silently, he could only look away. "Whatever." He sighed. "We'll make him work as a cashier for our shop."

"B-But he's only 6 years old!"

"He'll become a salesman, make money and when he's old enough, I might send him to the city to work, maybe retire early once he's earned enough money. Then we can visit America or wherever!"Papa smirked, staring at the h/c boy staring out the window.

-time skip-

"Y/N." I turned to papá.

"Eat quickly and get to work, you'll be a cashier and you'll help out at the shop."

...

"Look!"

I heard one of the adults nearby talking about me.

"Fernandez is crazy to make a literal child work for him!"

"I heard he's planning on making another one and he's going to force them to work for him too!"

I sat near the desserts table.

I couldn't help but drool as I saw the desserts.

I picked one up and teared open the packaging, munching on the Postire Napoleón(im not Colombian btw so if I make any mistakes pls correct me!!)

'It's so good!"

"Y/N."

I flinched as I heard a voice, it was stern and loud.

Papá grabbed my hand roughly.

"I thought I told you to not eat the desserts!" He yelled.

"Sorry papá-"

I felt a stinging pain on my cheek.

"You brat! You eat one more dessert, you'll be sleeping outside tonight!"

I shook my head, tears running down my cheeks as I wailed. "I'm sorry! Please! I didn't mean to—"

"Don't you dare cry! You weakling!" He grabbed me by my hair. I could only bite my lip as a way to stop my pathetic cries, the taste of blood meeting my tongue