Sincerely | NCT Yuta

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"Hi and erm, may I help you?" I glared at the person in front of me. I was working my part-time job at 7/11 when a pest appeared before me.

"Oh, am I not allowed to shop here?" He asked.

I groaned and sighed, "No Mr Jung, how may I help you?" I gave a prickly reply and glare.

He pointed to a pack of cigarettes behind me and handed my some cash after I rung the item up.

"Maybe smoking's the reason why you're so cancerous." I muttered as I handed him his pack of cigarettes.

"That's no way to talk to a customer." He then gave an condescending smirk.

I rolled my eyes so hard it almost got stuck where my pupils couldn't be seen.

"I don't recall doing anything to anger you, so calm down." His grin was still on his face, I wanted to slap it off.

"Don't give me bullshit, I already had gotten enough of that in the past to last me an entire life." I clenched my teeth.

He gave a sigh, "Look, I'm not here to start another 'thing' again. I honestly didn't know you were here. I'm merely here for my job."

So I was over-thinking.

"And look, our past boo-boos, I'm sorry about that--" I cut him off before he could finish.

"'Boo-boos'? 'Another thing'? Don't fuck with me! That shit turned my life upside down! I thought you'd be with me when I needed you, just like you promised! And I was just getting over our past when you came back starting shit again!" I raised my voice and hot, angry tears trickled down without warning.

"Fuck, I'm sorry alright, I really didn't come here looking for trouble." My brother tried to defend himself.

"No it's not alright, you dickhead." I was close to shrieking at him.

"I'm really sorry, can we start over again?"

"What're you going to do? Bring Mom back to life?"

He flinched at my words, something in him snapped.

"Don't drag her death into this." He clenched his fist, almost raising it.

"What? You're gonna use your fists too like Father did?!"

He was subdued with that, but was far from calm.

"Shut up, you don't know me." He growled.

"Fuck off, you're in no position to tell me what to do. I already threw my past away, I'm never going to 'start over' with you." I glared.

I threw his cigerattes against his chest and walked towards the door.

"Remember this, you're not worth shit to me now." and flipped him off.