Honey

2 - convenience store

Mingyu's POV

-flashback to pervious night-

"Here's your change, have a nice evening ma'am." I sighed as the costumer left the store. It was 11pm and shift was nearly over. There hadn't really been many customers, so it had been very boring. Thankfully my shift was done in 30 minutes. I really should have brought my homework, then I wouldn't have to do it when I get home. I let out a very heavy and tired sigh. That was basically what my shifts consisted of. Spacing out, sighing and forcing smiles on my lips, for the sake of looking welcoming to the few customers, who decided to come into the small store.

Though it was boring if there weren't any products to stuck up on, I had a lot of time to think about all sorts of things. I kind of liked that. It would give me enough time to get over my mini panic attacks, whenever a hot costumer would enter the store, though that had only happened like... I don't know, 10 times? At most. Anyways, it was nice I if needed to relax after a long and tiring or simply bad day as well.

"Wow, Kim Mingyu? Having a bad day? How? I thought such a popular and handsome guy wouldn't have any of those!" That's what most people would think I guess, right?

It actually happed one time at school. I had been spacing out a lot, and probably ignored people –unintentionally of course– so some girl who had been offended by me not answering whatever she had been asking, asked Junhui something along the lines of "Why is he so rude today? Has the popularity finally got to his head? Or does he just not like me? But why? I'm such nice and pretty!" ugh. Anyways, Jun had simply stated that I was having a bad day. To which the girl had answered the first sentence. Now Junhui uses that to mock me as well. Great!

Junhui can be such an ass at times, –which I of course tell him– but all in all he is a great friend. He would usually defend me and the same for me. Since we are both some of the 'popular kids' in school, we were able to understand each other's struggles regarding that.

*ding* the sound signaled that another costumer had entered the convenience store.

"Good evening-" I looked up at the person who entered "-sir..." I mumbled, dumbfounded by the beauty of the person before me. His stylishly messy hair was a dark shade of brown, like dark chocolate. His cheeks were tinted light pink, due to the cold weather outside. His nose was sharp and defined like his jawline, but still cute. The nose bridge was high too. His lips, cute and pouty, not really small but not really big either, the perfect size. And his eyes... wow. His eyes were surrounded by a pair of silver specs and pretty like the rest of him, very alluring and sexy. But they somehow seemed lifeless. For a moment I thought, that maybe he was blind, but seeing as he didn't have a white cane, that couldn't be it.

He was wearing an oversized, beige plush-jacket over a white Play by Comme des Garçons shirt. His thin legs were covered by a pair of semi-ripped, black, skinny jeans. Dang he's skinny! Does he even eat? Man, how I would feed him, if he were m- hold up. What. No!

The sound of someone clearing their throat, followed by a poking sensation on my cheek, snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at the stranger moving his arm back to hang sloppily from his shoulder. Did... did he just poke me? Did a really handsome –and totally out of me league- man just touch me cheek? hOLY SHIT I MUST HAVE BEEN STARRING AT HIM!

"Oh, I'm sorry sir. I must have been lost in thoughts."

"Quit the 'sir' crap, we're probably around the same age. Anyway, I would like to buy an e-cigarette."

I stared at him for a moment before turning around to get what he wanted. "Uh... do you usually smoke?" I said, not very sure if it was rude to ask. Half of me was just curious and the other half was a bit worried. Why are the handsome ones always either taken, fuckboys, smokers or all three.