[HIATUS] yogurt ¦ yeonbin

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03 ⸻ yeonjun

man, i didn't bring my nintedo with me.

i forgot to turn on my alarm and i was rushing my way to work.

thank god i was on time. literally.

not to mention i stumble to blue-haired boy on the way.

"hey," i popped up behind him.

he slightly jumped from my sudden greet.

he was going to open the door but i did it instead.

he hesitantly smiles, "hi."

i got in first, still handing the door open for him to enter the store.

he shyly walks in saying, "thanks."

almost like a squeak.

how cute, really.

i should start a conversation with him. maybe how are you, what's your name, and stuff.

okay, let's not think too much or i'll get anxious. okay, self?

as usual, he gets a yogurt... mango flavor this time. i glance at him shortly while checking the yogurt for him. i ask, "y'don't like the strawberry one?"

he then looks at me and shook his head, "n-no. i'm just.. trying different flavor this time."

i just nodded and packed the yogurt for him. "you seem to live nearby. what's your name?"

"i'm soobin."

he have his eyes stayed on the yogurt as i get his receipt and write something at the back. it's my name and number.

i ask while doing so, "do you want a spoon and the receipt, soobin?"

"ye-yes, please."

i nodded and place the receipt and spoon with the yogurt as i give it to him. he just gives me the payment after.

i smiled at him shortly as i felt his fingers tapped on my palm. he then nods slightly, "i'll go now. thank you."

"yeah, come again." i wave as if a swipe. i watch him leave the glassed door and vanish from the view.

i wonder why he always buy one yogurt a day.. let's try asking that next time.

well, i didn't know our conversation will be that smooth. i guess he was trying to be friendly as well. that's cute.

i wasn't even satisfied because the time was too little. i wanna talk to him more... get to know him more.

so his name is soobin.. it's like a boy who sobs.

imagine: him crying below me while i- hold on. my imagination is getting too wild.

let's not do that, self.

he looks innocent and.. straight. i don't wanna judge based on looks but he'll be popular at school if he isn't shy and all. not that i'm complaining, i like him that way.

unless, he have a girlfriend. is he dating someone?

moving on, i hope he sees my contact number and along with my name written below it. i wrote it behind the receipt.

there's a big chance he won't since people usually just dump it somewhere or crumple it and then putting it in their pocket then throw it to trash later.

damn, i really hope he checks the back.

my phone suddenly rings, disturbing my thoughts. i get my phone to my pocket and sees the caller, my mom.

i answered it and heard her in the other line, "did you see my pouch somewhere?"

"no, mom. i don't touch your stuff," i said while i lean on my counter. "where did you place it this time?"

"i remember leaving it beneath the table."

"then it would be just there. try looking underneath or to your room," i said. before she could respond, "there's another customer. i love you mom, bye."

i lied. i just don't want her bugging me about stuff that i don't wanna be involved in. she works at the saloon of her friend. she has been friends with him since i was 15. our age gap is 7 years apart so my mother is older than him, though they talk like they're siblings. not that i'm against it as long as my mom is happy.

i don't have to worry because the guy has no intention of old women especially his interest is the same gender. he was also the one who helped me get comfortable with my sexuality and i'm glad my mom accepted me.. she also told me she have known for a long time now. i was at lost but still, i'm thankful she's my mom. she knows everything about me, i'm her son after all.