He walked through the doors, sighing
as the lovely air from the air conditioner blew into his face.
It was a hotass day, 29°C, or 84°F for you inferior(/hj) fahrenheit users and Yeosang had just driven 15 minutes while holding his steering wheel of hell. His backseat was sticky from sweat and had been blasted by hot wind when he got out of his car.
He grabbed a basket and pumped hand sanitizer on his hand, cringing as it came out as a foamy, if-cum-was-soap substance.
The man glared at it, bracing for the disgusting feeling, internally crying as he imagined the icky white bits it was gonna leave on his hands if he rubbed them too much.
(was that me complaining about hand sanitizer at my school and public malls? yes.)
He stood in the pasta aisle, not because he needed pasta, but because he saw someone in the aisle he actually had to go to and didn't wanna be in their presence.
The blond hummed to himself as he looks at the boxes of pasta, and feels his eyes fall onto another person who had just walked into the aisle.
"Oh no," he thought, "HE'S HOT-"
The god who was now walking closer and closer to Yeosang was around the same height. He had red hair and honestly resembled an candy apple.
"What if I stuck a stick in him?" Yeosang wondered, "Wait that's a weird thing to say, I mean, think."
(does anyone else make mistakes while thinking and correct yourself?)
Yeosang thought his heart stopped for a second as he got a real good look at the muscular red haired, who was currently standing like an npc, unmoving, staring into the nothingness of fettucine.
The blond man finally blinked and turned his heel to leave the aisle because surely the white lady with the absurd number of kombucha had left the chips section.
He quickly snapped his body around again when he heard a thud and a soft "oh shit". The handsome npc had his head ducked down as boxes of macaroni and linguine surrounded his feet, face as red as his hair.
"You didn't see that."
"Unfortunately, I did." Yeosang unsuccessfully tried to hold back a grin as he bent down, praying the other man didn't hear his knees crack like a decrepit old man.
He felt his face heat up as he looked up and noticed how close their faces were(im sorry ik its so cliche and i normally hate cliche bullshit but-).
"So," the other mumbled, "since there's no room for awkwardness anymore, I'm Jongho."
"I'm Yeosang, nice to know such a pretty man has such a pretty name to go along with the package."
"Well, if it makes it any better, there's other things in that package that are pretty good looking."
The blond's face turned scarlet and while before he felt his heart stop, now he thought his heart was going to burst (cuz who doesn't enjoy when someone makes a dirty joke while flirting? I love it👀).
Jongho giggled as his cheeks became dusty red, "I'm sorry, I make bad jokes when I'm nervous."
"Don't worry kid, I like it when a man makes cute jokes." He smirked.
He raised an eyebrow(yeosang in that one part in bulnoriya can take me😤😤). "Why are you nervous though, might I ask?"
".........you're very attractive and I wanna ask for your number?" The broad shouldered man smiled, reminding Yeosang of a puppy.
"And you're going to get said number and your contact name is going to be apple boy."
Jongho rolled his eyes. "You're like the 3rd person to call me that today" he grumbled as he handed the blond his phone. "Your contact will be baby boy."
Yeosang furrowed his eyebrows. "Give me your phone back-"
"I'M JOKING I'M JOKING" he giggled.
"It'll be angel boyo."
Said angel boyo softly laughed. "I guess I'll text you?"
"Yeah I guess so"
"Excuse me, we're about to close in 15 minutes, you two have been standing here for like half an hour."
hubba wubba sorry if its bad, i've never actually written and shared a fanfic before-
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