⁺◦ 𝔥𝔬𝔱 | 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 .

↳ 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐢 .

the record store happens to be your workplace, but also one of your favorite places in the world. most weekdays, you get to spend your afternoons and evenings in the record store.

today is tuesday, the very day that you've been dreaming of since saturday. every tuesday and thursday, a gorgeous guy comes to the store to find a new record to add to his ever-growing collection. any moment now, he'll walk in. he'll venture around the store until he feels satisfied, then he'll come to the cash register to purchase his new finds. that's when it'll happen.

he'll try to talk to me. the nerves will twist my courage, contorting it into something else entirely. i'll become fearful and get tongue-tied whenever he speaks to me, but not today. today, of all days, will be different.

the bell that hangs just above the door rings, letting you know that i should be welcoming a customer. "hello, welcome to harmony records. if you need anything, please let me know."

that guy, the gorgeous one, waves at you. he smiles a gracious smile, then starts heading towards the aisles that are filled with records.

he smiled at me. today is tuesday, which sounds like a normal day that comes around once every week, but it isn't. this tuesday is extraordinary for two reasons: he smiled at me and i actually spoke to him.

"uh, can i please get some help?" the guy is asking for assistance, assistance from you to be exact.

his need for help snaps you out of your daydream in almost an instant.

the courage that you worked so hard to build up seems to have fallen to the floor and crashed at your feet, because all you can do is nod your head at him.

"i'm looking for a limited edition record of vertigo by eden." he explains the problem at hand, but all you hear is eden.

"you , you listen to eden's music?" you trip on your words, but manage to get your point across to him.

"yeah, he's one of my favorite artists."

there it is again. the smile that is heaven-sent, the one that you want to perfectly capture in your mind's eye. he shows his smile again, but this time the happiness meets his eyes. you find a smile spreading across your face as a result.

courage finds a home in your heart. nothing can stop you from talking to the guy that you've dreamed about for months on end."if you don't mind me asking, what's your favorite song of his?"

"how about this? we'll both say our favorite song of his on the count of three." he says, as he pulls his hair into the prettiest bun that you've ever seen.

you nod again, knowing that if you resort to speaking you might return to stuttered speech.

how can someone be so beautiful?

"forever//over!" the both of you say in unison.

the shock of synchronicity in your answers causes you and the guy to freeze. your eyes widen, and so do his.

the welcoming bell rings again. you greet the new customer accordingly. "hello, welcome to harmony records. if you need anything, please let me know."

"forget about the record. i'll see if I can find it elsewhere." the guy says, somewhat disappointed.

he's leaving. he's about to leave again, (y/n).

"no, i, i have the record at home. if you want, i can lend it to you." you rush to speak, to do whatever it takes to stop him from leaving before you at least get to hear his name.

"you'd do that?" he stops in his tracks.

"yeah, but i think it'd be helpful if i knew who i'm lending my precious record to."

"really smooth, (y/n)." there's sarcasm in your inner-voice.

the guy looks at you for a moment, then he laughs a half-hearted laugh. "my name is lee jihoon."

did he just laugh?

"you should probably give me your number, so we can talk about where to meet up for you to give me the record." he casually says, not missing the opportunity to make me feel as though my hearing is failing me.

you can feel the courage trying to flee to the nearest exit in your body, but you don't let it. you clear your throat , and push away any thought that jihoon is flirting with you. "don't be silly, i can just bring it here on thursday."

"or you could just give me your number." he repeats himself, but throws in a subtle smile this time.

you fall silent, then you grab a piece of paper and jot down your number. you put your name underneath it so he'll be able to identify who he's texting.

"you have the prettiest name i've ever heard, (y/n)."

this is the last thing that jihoon says before he leaves the store, but it stays with you for the rest of your night. hell, you're almost certain it'll stay with you for the rest of your life.