Playboy • Verkwan

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♕ Italics means they're speaking their high quality engrish ♕

【(Seungkwan)Boo's POV】

"Seungkwannie, I'll be leaving now," Hoshi-hyung shouted impatiently, "Make sure to treat every guest well and make sure to collect their money!"

"I fine! Go bye-bye! You is so not genius!" I replied back, surprised at how great my English is now.

"Please say Korean," He throws me a dirty look. Probably just jealous of my English skills.

"Ok ok ok hyung I get it! I won't fanboy around cute guys and I will remember to collect checks! Now get going before I kick you out of the shop!" I smiled.

I vigorously pushes him out the door of the shop, and checks a clock. It reads 7:54 A.M.

"Almost," I sang with my overly beautiful voice, "Time to open the store~"

I dances my way to the door, showing off my brand new moves that I just learned yesterday. Shake booty, tap both feet, swing arms. Shake booty, tap both feet, swing arms.

'Ah Seungkwan,' I thought to myself, 'Why are you so talented?'

I flips the sign around, displaying the 'open' side the streets. I stop by the window and looks outside, the amber tree stands right outside our shop, its vibrant golden leaves glimmered under the first ray of morning sunlight. I watched as innumerable bypassing strangers step on the already dried leaves, and it's kind of beautiful. Both the leaves, and everyone's stories. Hundreds of strangers, hundreds of stories. 

I've been helping in my hyung's Sweet Shop for 4 years, just because my dream is to be a great patissier. Hoshi-hyung, being one of the top students who successfully gruated from... La Patissir, the very top culinary art school in Korean. The school includes a surfeit of subjects like dessert making, American, Korean, and Chinese food cooking, French pasteries making, and Japanese cuisine cooking. La Patissir was builded in 1917, famous for creating almost all the best chef and patissiers in the world. All the students who successfully grauated will have huge opportunities waiting for them, and remarkable paths open for them to choose and walk on. They will, for sure, live rest of their lives in happiness and wealth.

Only thing is... This school is incredibly hard to get in, and almost 50% of students who got lucky enough to attend the school got kicked out from the school. Just like Hoshi-hyung's boyfriend, who... accidently punched the principal's son's bestfriend in the face with a guitar. 

"Wel-" I shake my head gently and rub my eyes, "Welcome!"

The boy in front of me just stares at me, he looks older than me. Just a bit older. His deep, and dark brown eyes staring into my bootiful soul. It's the kind of brown that captivates you, and owns the power for stopping your world. His dyed brown hair hang loosely around his shoulders. He wets his lips and chwe on them bashfully, but still kept himself quiet.

'wow' My head screams, 'Where did this angel come from? He's so pure and angelic and... pretty.'

"Yeah um," I continues, wondering how a person so beautiful actually exists in reality "What do you want to order?"

He took a frantic breath in, and open his mouth, but shuts it timidly right before words can come out of his mouth. The man, no, the angel lowers his head and plays with his fingers. Second after seconds past, the awkward ambiance permeates the shop. He sometimes looks up, eyes full of lethargy and weakness. Just as I was about to say something, he looks down, and starts playing with his fingers, again.