Yoongi's eyes continue to dart up to the clock, feeling impatient for his shift to be over as he continues to scan the random items moving along the conveyor belt. He breathes out a sigh of relief when he sees the clock strike half past 8, indicating that his time is finally up. His hands begin fumbling with the objects as he tries to pick up the pace, blindly grabbing the items, scanning them, then shoving them carelessly in the plastic bags in an attempt to speed things up because once this customer is gone he is now free to leave. Once all the objects are in the bags, he waits unpatiently for the old woman before him to count all the loose change from her purse, her coins scattered over the work surface as she ever so slowly counts each one.
"45"
"47.."
Her voice dies down as she looks at the next coin.
"Is this a penny or a pound son? I can't quite make it out" she angles her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose down slightly and squints her eyes at the coin laid out on her wrinkly Palm
"A penny" He replies through gritted teeth, clear annoyance in his tone that fell death to the woman's ears. Yoongi tapped his foot against the floor and kept his arms crossed over his chest to control himself from chucking the old woman out the shop.
"Ah, I've lost my place, guess I'll have to start again"
Now Yoongi has lost all self control as the anger and annoyance boiled up inside him, overflowing at this point, he had the biggest urge to slam his face against the steel worktop rapidly until he knocks himself out and ends his suffering.
"1"
"2"
"3"
"You know what!" Yoongi snaps, grabbing the money from the woman's grip, all source of manners long gone "20, 30, 40, 45, 50, fifty-1234, £54.00!" The notes and coins get shoved aimlessly in the cash register before getting slammed violently shut, he then rips out the receipt from the machine and stuffs it in one of the woman's bags as she watches in horror. Yoongi forces the bags in the woman's hands "Here's your bags ma'am, have a lovely night" Yoongi glares at her menacingly, his last sentence having a much darker under tone, his aura radiating what could only be descried as 'pissed the fuck off'.
As Yoongi watches the woman scurry out into the nights cool breeze in a panic, he couldn't help but face palm knowing that his anger issues probably got him fired, now he just has to spend his weekend nervously waiting for the call from his boss that he's fired for harassing a customer.
Just as he's about to get ready to leave since there's no more customers in sight for him to see to, the moving doors slide open, indicating a customers presence. Yoongi was just about to make a run for it until his eyes fell upon the person entering, his stomach erupting into butterflies and his heart thumping madly in his chest.
A young boy enters with hesitant steps, carrying a basket in his tiny hands that are peeking out from his long sleeved jumper. The boys shimmering orbs scans the shelves, his head tilts to the side and his chubby cheeks puff out as he makes the most adorable thinking face that makes Yoongi squeal internally.
Yoongi watches the small boy dreamily with his head resting on his palm and elbows on the counter, not finding the harm in staying a little over his shift to help just one more customer. The boy delicately takes the items from the shelfs with a gentle grasp in his baby hands, constantly having to tip toe to reach the higher shelves making Yoongi chuckle at the cute actions, his intense eyes never leaving the beautiful boy, scared that even a blink could make the boy vanish before him.
The little boy turns corner and out of Yoongi's line of vision. Yoongi is quick to follow him, pretending to stack shelves and organise cans as he goes while watching the boy's every movement, finding him more than intriguing.
In Yoongi's 25 years of existence he has never witnessed such beauty; the boys plump lips, button nose and puppy dog eyes; he's breath taking.
The boys eyes suddenly light up in excitement, Yoongi witnesses this as he slowly tries to get closer to him while he moves about items aimlessly a few shelves along, taking sneaky glances at the boy who doesn't seem to notice his presence.
