NEVERMIND #yoonmin

* One *

'Have a nice weekend!'

The customer nods, hastily stuffing his bought goods in his bag. He grumbles something under his breath, not looking me in the face. I sigh, watching him search around for his keys in his pockets whilst walking to the exit doors of the store.

Working on Monday evening sucks.

There are never much customers, which makes the shift long and boring. I'm sick of rearranging shelves that never get messy because no-one grabs things from them. Plus Monday-customers are usually grumpy. I don't blame them, I mean, Mondays have literally been dug up from hell - but still.

I try to be as happy and chipper as ever, but it's hard when no-one appreciates it. I sigh again, heartfelt this time, leaning back on my squeaky rolling chair. I open the cash register and count the money it holds again, not having anything else to do. Unsurprisingly, it is not very much more as it was when I started my shift four hours ago.

'Is it still not busy?'

I swivel around on my chair to face my boss, Mrs. Jung. She looks tired, black hair tied up into an unusually messy knot. 'I'm sorry.' I know how much she wants this shop to be successful, but ever since she opened half a year ago she has only made debts. It cost a lot of money to renovate this store in order for it to be presentable and she needs to pay me as well as the companies that supply our products.

It's a costume shop, but we also sell arts and crafts materials. Most of the space in the spacious, light shop is taken up by clothing racks with all kinds of costumes - from Mickey Mouse to strange bondage stuff. We also sell accessories, masks, wigs and body paint. Sadly, we have only sold about three costumes in the time we've been open and Mrs. Jung makes her living out of the sales of the art supplies.

I know that makes her sad, because she loves the costumes and she is usually dressed up on full cosplay including wigs and body paint, but not today. She's in her normal clothes, her smooth black hair messy and she's wearing a grim face.

'I think I'll survive the last two hours on my own. You can go home early today, Jimin. I'm sorry. I just - it's going to be too much...' I nod, understanding, cutting her off by waving my hands around. 'It's fine, I get it.'

I reach behing my back to untie the strings of my yellow apron when the doors open. I look up to see Hoseok, Mrs. Jung's son strutting in. His voice reaches us way before he does.

'Heeya eomma! I was going to go out with Tae tonight, but he wasn't feeling well so I'm back again. Is the business going well? Oh, hey Jiminie.'

I nod to Hoseok and Mrs. Jung smiles at him, her face looking much younger without her usual weary look. 'Hello Hoseok. It's all going well, really.' She grins reassuringly at him. Hoseok grins back, his face splitting open in a heartshaped smile, straight white teeth on display.

I turn around to place my apron and nametag in the little cabinet next to the cash register and when I turn back I notice the slender boy next to Hoseok. I haven't seen him entering together with Hoseok, he must have arrived just now.

I know for sure that I would remember a boy that cute gracing this lowly shop with his glorious presence.

He is not tall, quite short actually compared to Daddy Longlegs, but I'm quite sure he's still taller than I am. His hair is a bleached blonde, little strands in his eyes, framing his face. His nose is cute and small, his lips pouty. His eyes are dark pools in his pale face, reminding him of a lazy cat - and they are staring straight into mine.

I stare back, awkwardly.

Hoseok notices me looking, so he slaps the boy on his shoulder, earning a warning hiss. 'Ah Jiminie, this is a friend of mine, Min Yoongi hyung. I ran into him when I was walking home, so we were just catching up and he was curious of our shop so I took him home. Yoongi, this is Park Jimin. He's basically our only employee and he goes to my school.'