"Who is that boy?" Mark asked, leaning comfortably against the counter, as the boy with the hood entered the mart.
I blinked, surprised that he came so early today.
"A regular customer." I responded, watching the dirty blond tug open the door of the glass freezer and grab his usual pint.
"Move, he's coming." I placed my hand onto Mark's shoulder, pushing him slightly off to the side. Mark took a few steps back and stood near an aisle.
I took a glance at Jaemin, he was wearing his usual tired expression.
I didn't want to bring up of his constant consumption of ice cream, since hearing his answer from the last time he was here. His response still floated around in my mind.
He gave me a weak smile, his eyes telling me a thank you. I nodded, keeping the silence between us.
Once he left, Mark came back up to the counter.
"Mm, you guys just made conversation with your eyes and faces." he observed.
That was the first night since winter that we haven't exchanged words.
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Night Shift // nomin
Fiksi PenggemarThe raven haired boy worked during the night. The dirty blond wanted a midnight snack. → trigger warning (mm/dd/yyyy) started: 7/09/18 ended: 9/12/18 [ vietnamese translation by @minpinete ] [ indonesian translation by @lovelyzflowerkei ] Copyrigh...
