Bad Boys Bring Heaven To You

Jeongcheol: Bonus 1

"Kwon Soonyoung!"

Jihoon's anger filled voice echoed in the convenient store, and Soonyoung flinched for the second time of the day.

Well, it wasn't his fault that he kept dropping things, and it wasn't Jihoon's fault that he kept getting pissed off by the man.

And this time, he dropped the whole box of toilet paper that was supposed to be settled on the racks, and when Jihoon smacked his head, Mingyu laughed from behind, quite pleased thinking at least it wasn't him.

Seungcheol followed where the voices raging onto eachother were, "Can't you fucking do one work properly?!"

"I am trying okay?!" Soonyoung was devastated, "It's just no matter how much I try, it seems like I am possessed by Mingyu's soul. I keep fucking things up!"

"Woah-" Offended wasn't something that expressed what Mingyu felt at the moment, "I am not even that bad that you are going to use me as a measuring scale of clumsiness."

Seungcheol scoffed as he bent down to grab the toilet papers but before he could pick even one, Jihoon stopped him, "Go, look at the counter. Me and this idiot will take care of this."

Seungcheol nodded, knowing well a person was needed to be on counter as well. And since Mingyu was busy arranging thing at the top shelf which suited for the height he was gifted with, Jihoon determined to make Soonyoung clean all the mess he caused, the work of counter came in Seungcheol's part.

The store was freshly opened so there were close to no costomer at the moment, and since they were still arranging things to make the store look decent enough, the emptiness was okay as well. Still someone was needed to be there on counter to welcome people even when there were none.

Seungcheol stood there for a while, doing perticularly nothing than fixing things that were already fixed on the counter. But again, he just can't stand there idly, not when his three friends were working their ass off.

There was still a box of cigrette that was to be fixed on the shelf behind Seungcheol. The older thought it was a fair deal, he could fix them, pass his time, and stand on the counter as well. There was no harm in doing so.

Soon enough Seungcheol busied himself in doing the task, and as he had just passed five minutes while arranging thing, someone coughed from behind, a way to gain his attention.

Seungcheol thought that was a customer.

So when he turned back, he tried to be as friendly as possible, "How may I help..... you?"

The 'You' in the question just pressed his lips in thin line, trying to hide the fact that he was on the verge of smiling the second Seungcheol looked at him with his eyes widened.

Jeonghan?

The man, Jeonghan to be precise, stood in front of Seungcheol, leaning a little towards the counter to gain his attention.

And Seungcheol felt like someone had knocked out the air out of his lungs.

The pink cardigan that Jeonghan wore were slightly oversized, so it's sleeves were big enough to hide his palms. And since they were big, when Jeonghan used his hands to tug his hair behind his ears, looking extremely adorable beside being handsome that he was, Seungcheol knew the man wanted something.

Like it wasn't a need Jeonghan knows  will be fulfilled at his single command, it was a want he was here to ask for.

And it made Seungcheol curious of what was the man upto. It was no good, he atleast knew that.

Jeonghan finally spoke up, almost shyly, and so softly that Seungcheol had hard time telling himself that he needed to breath as well.

Why was he so gorgeous?! That too early morning?!