Pretty Boy✔️

Part 1

The rain trickled down the large windows that were covered by thick patches of condensation and logo stickers of Starbucks. Lights from cars passing by quickly reflected off the glass, glimmering against the night sky. People rush down the streets, holding umbrellas, coats and bags over their heads to shield themselves from the onslaught of the unforgiving, icy downpour from the heavens. The door to the Starbucks chimes softly as a couple of soaked and cold people hopped in for warmth and to grab a warm beverage so they wouldn't catch a cold.

You hated these night shifts. They never seemed to end. Just as you thought you'd be finishing, more people walked in and ordered stupid, fancy lattes and hot chocolates but of course, you never showed your frustration. You plastered a constant smile on your face and never once showed your tiredness as you take the orders from the couple who stand hand in hand.

"Hello. What can I get you?" Your tone is fake and higher pitched then usual as you smile brightly at the two who weren't smiling back.

"Two lattes please." The man grumbled and quickly pulled out his wallet. You sigh lightly, unheard by the couple who chattered over who should pay. You punch the numbers into the register and the ping of the total alerts the twos attention your way. You tell them the price and they hand you the correct amount of money, change included. It took you back slightly that someone could be bothered to pay you correctly and not with money that would send you on a journey to search for the change back.

That's how boring your life was.

You turn away from the two and began to make the lattes as quickly as you could, still taking care as you do so. You just wanted to get home now. It was cold, it was raining and you were exhausted. Finally, the machines finished their painstakingly long job of creating the brews and you pop on the lids, handing it to the two. They leave almost immediately, out into the cold and dark world.

You could pack up now. It was just you and you were determined to get home by 10:00 and not any later, despite if anyone else entered. You went into the back room and quickly tidied before making your way back out to the front. Just as you bend down to pick up your coat and handbag, the door chimes.

"We're closed. Get lost." You drone. You weren't even bothered about your public act at this point, it didn't matter now. You sling your bag up over your shoulder, hooking your coat onto your arm and standing straight and looking straight into a blonde males eyes.

He was a god. His shockingly blonde hair was swept forward and up in a tangled, wet mess, his jawline was so sharp you could cut yourself on it, his plump lips pulled back into a slight sneer, his sharp black eyes scanning you and his dark, perfectly shaped eyebrows were poised upwards.

You knew exactly who this man was. He was the playboy around this area of Seoul. He owned a tattoo shop with six other men who were also just as gorgeous to look at. He had slept with probably, at least half of your area where you lived.

And he was on your Father's board. The big bad criminal board he kept in his office and he was smack bang in the centre of it.

"Excuse you?" The man spat at you, clearly displeased with the way you told him to get lost. He probably wasn't used to being told by girls to screw off and now you had just said it, straight to him directly.

"I said, we are closed." You repeat a little slower, crossing your arms. You weren't intimidated by this man, no matter if he was on the big bad board. The man raises his eyebrow further and you swore that if he did that again, his eyebrow would disappear into his hairline.

"You clearly don't know who I am, Sweetheart." He growled at you with his deep tone. You had to admit, the growling tone he spoke in was really sexy but, it didn't scare you in the slightest.

"I have a pretty good idea. Now if you don't mind, I'm going home. Goodnight, whatever your name is." You mumble and begin to walk past him, pulling out the keys. You open the door, the bell chiming softly in the electric air and held the door open. You then gesture your hand grandly towards the dark, wet street and smile cockily. "Gentlemen first." You sneer. This man wasn't a gentlemen in the slightest and never would be.

The man scoffs and shoves his hands deeply in his pockets, walking towards the door. He stops just in front of you and smirks slightly. "My name, dear, is Min Yoongi." He muttered before he turned on his heel and exited the cafe. You smile to yourself and close the door, locking the door after you did so and flipped the 'open' sign around to read 'closed'. You then head to the back of the Starbucks and lock the back doors, checking everything is locked and secure before you head over to the cake counter.

You pull out your phone and dial an Uber as you snack on a piece of millionaires shortcake. It doesn't take long for the car to pull up and you dash to the door with your coat and bag, unlocking it to leave and then locking it back up. As you climb into the back of the car, you spot the Male from before standing in an alley with one leg on the wall, smoking a cigarette.

Men like him disgust you. They were barely even men, just boys pretending to be grown up. It was stupid. Those sort of males made your blood boil when you looked at them- especially that cheating, no good, extremely good looking, seductive Min Yoongi.