Hachikō, a homeless weredog, unintentionally uses her charm and transforming powers to ease her way into store clerk Jin and fuckboy Jimin's life. At first, despising her, Jimin refused to engage in taking care of the pup, but as he comes to find ou...
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Hachickō ran through the empty streets of Seoul, careful of direction and encounters. Stopping at a 24/7 corner shop door, she observed her surroundings carefully as she only felt pessimistic about the things that could be lingering around her.
Her head, with all the force it possessed, pushed the door open causing a trigger to pull and a little bell to ring that allowed the store's clerk to be alerted that a customer had come inside.
A waft of newly made coffee hit Hachickō as her nails clicked against the tile floor; she strutted toward the pet section, her sight set on a few particular objects.
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Out of the rim of his sight, the corner of his eye, the clerk could see the little thing dragging a boatload of things in a super comfy puppy palace bed; a pink diamond-encrusted collar, a pack of Pedigree treats, a metal bowl, a fluffy blanket and a can of Kong Easy Treat. Her tail wagging as she growled, feeling as if she was having a tug-of-war with the kip.
The man glanced up from his phone to see Hachikō sitting on the cold tile with her ears down and her eyes glancing up in a desperate manner.
"AWE, PUPPY!" The handsome clerk squealed, jumping out his seat to pick her up. "Well aren't you worldwide handsome- hold on," he turned Hachikō around, noticing a spark in her ebony eyes. "WELL AREN'T YOU WORLDWIDE GORGEOUS!" He cooed. "What's your name, cutie?" He questions in a silly voice as he placed her on the counter in front him, watching her carefully.
Surprisingly, Hachikō had grabbed a pencil that was left on the side and the little tags marked "Reduced, was__❌__, now____." that were rolled up inside the reduced sticker label machine. Flipping the tags over, she wrote on the back as she lodged the blue pencil between her jaw, moving painstakingly slow as the clerk watched her in disbelief.
After about two minutes, the finishing result was produced. The word "Hachikō" in weakly practised handwriting.
The clerk was stunned. Bewildered at most. "Wow, H-Hachikō? You're a unique one, aren't you?"
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