'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.'
Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be.
In a world...
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"Of all people, I didn't think I'd find you here at this hour, Taehyung," Miyeon said, arms crossed, an eyebrow raised as she stared at the boy in question. He, in turn, seemed to be doing everything he could to avoid her gaze.
The soft orange glow of the afternoon had long faded, replaced by the chill of early evening. Darkness settled outside, and Miyeon's patience was wearing thin. She had spent the last hour wandering aimlessly, waiting for Jeonghan to text her back-only for her phone to remain frustratingly silent.
Eventually, she'd ended up at the convenience store closest to her place, hoping to grab a quick snack and clear her mind.
What she didn't expect, however, was to find Taehyung-of all people-half-begging the cashier, who she vaguely recognized as Woozi, for a job.
"Well, I could say the same for you," Taehyung mumbled in response, his lips curving into a small pout. Miyeon's brow arched higher as she scrutinized him, her curiosity piqued. Behind the counter, Woozi-casually leaning against it while slurping on a cup of ramen-let out a poorly stifled laugh, which quickly turned into a coughing fit.
"Ha-ha, very funny. Laugh it up, Lee Jihoon," Taehyung said dryly, shooting the cashier a glare. Woozi raised his hands in mock surrender but didn't bother hiding the wide grin on his face.
"Don't come at me," Woozi replied, his tone laced with amusement. "Weren't you just asking for my help two minutes ago?"
At the word help, Miyeon's eyes narrowed. Her gaze flickered between the two boys. Taehyung, however, looked mortified.
"Why don't you just announce it to the whole world while you're at it?" Taehyung snapped, rolling his eyes. His annoyance was evident, but Woozi didn't seem remotely fazed, casually slurping up another bite of ramen with a smirk.
Miyeon crossed her arms tighter, her gaze sharp as she studied Taehyung. "Help? What kind of help, exactly?" she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and suspicion though she had her doubts.
"Nothing important," Taehyung replied quickly, his voice higher than usual. He turned back to Woozi with a pleading expression, silently begging him not to say more.
But Woozi found the ongoing situation very hilarious to not do his part in giving the boy trouble, "Oh, you know... Just the usual-begging for a job while simultaneously failing to impress me with his charm."
"I was not begging!" Taehyung exclaimed, his ears turning a shade redder than his cheeks. He shot Woozi another glare, then turned to Miyeon as if hoping she'd side with him. "I was just... asking very politely."
"Right," Miyeon said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Because polite requests usually involve you looking like a lost puppy in the rain." But then she paused, tilting her head. "Wait... you need another job? Why?"
