From Killer to Lover - Minsung

Chapter 1

Jisung leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms to remedy his exhaustion.

He glanced at the small digital clock that sat cheaply infront of him, wondering when he can leave this nightmare he sat behind called 'counter' and finally return to his bed.

An annoyed huff left his mouth after seeing '6:23PM' being presented to him in all its neon red glory, shining bright against the black screen, almost taunting him.

The end of his shift was hours away, and he hated it, no, despised it. Working as a cashier was never his thing, mostly because he found discomfort in being social. Afterall, what if he stammers and says the wrong thing? The world may as well end right then in there.

But now, sitting here and staring at the store's walls with nothing better to do, he very much preferred being put in a social situation if it meant seeing another living breathing human-being in his vicinity. Did the rest of humanity go extinct without his knowledge?

Even school was more entertaining than this.

Atleast there was a class clown creating unnecessary drama, a nerd to correct the teacher, and a lazy student who got scolded every single day.

There was some life, basically. Call him a nerd but he missed his Highschool days, actually no, he missed school in general. There was something to be earned back then, he sure as hell didn't relate nowadays.

Counting the cereal aisle for the 40th time in the day certainly offered less than a physics lesson. Put two people in both instances, one may become Isaac Newton, the other can tell you theres twenty-three different types of cereal in that aisle in their sleep.

Yeah, hating this place was apart of his daily routine.

It's not like the convenience store he worked in was too special either, quite the contrary, it was way too boring and normal. That is, normal if the blinding white celling lights that flickered every so often weren't considered concerning. Blue hues lingered everywhere in the store, bouncing off the grayed out white walls the store's aisles stood near, and Jisung found it almost dystopian. He missed the light of warm hues, much like their name, they brought warmth to his soul. But who was he kidding, when was the last time his soul even felt alive? Or even, when was the last time another soul roamed this store? Even with aisles of product, customers were a rare sight, probably because of the quiet location the store operated in.

He'd spend days blandly sitting behind the counter, and no one would come in. Going back to bed with a customer count of zero hurt in the beginning, but that feeling quickly numbed out the more it happened. When customers did come, they bought the cheapest thing they could, treating the store as if it was just another thrift store. To say slaving away for practically no income was painful would be a severe understatement.

At the very least though, someone was in this lonely hell of a store with him: his best friend and only coworker. In a way, the two chatted the days away, very clearly bored out of their minds. Besides counting cereal, this was the only thing he could do, so he might as well make use of it to the best of his abilities.

They were the only people operating the store, so in a way, they were their own managers. Perhaps a slim bit of this hell was crafted by their own hands, since being businessmen wasn't a particularly strong suit of theirs. But of course, both were too stubborn to admit that, especially his coworker.

As if on cue, the backdoor behind him creaked open and in entered his coworker, finally back from whatever he left off to do earlier.

"Hey" the boy let out lowly, his greeting being followed by a yawn, clearly just as exhausted as Jisung was. A patch of dark circles sat under his droopy and half-opened eyes, which only amplified that tired look he wore.