pastel | sope [m.yg + j.hs]

~one~

"yoongi! get your ass back out here, you have a shift to work!" i rolled my eyes and made my way from the back room to my desk.

i tugged down my black oversized sweater and rested my head on my hand.

"how are you feeling, buddy?" my friend, jungkook, asked.

"get lost kook," i told him. "i'm on my shift." i heard the boy mock me under his breath. i hit the back of his head and ushered him to another counter.

where am i exactly, you ask?

well i got lucky enough to get a job at the super famous department store, forever 21.

i didn't want to be here. i only applied because of a stupid bet, and ended up getting the job.

all i got today were a bunch of teenage girls who kept trying to hit on me.

they're all the same..

i sighed.

just as i was getting ready to close up shop, someone busted through the door.

"wait!" i muttered profanities under my breath and turned to the person who walked through the door.

and i swear, as soon as we made eye contact, the cloud that was blocking the sun all day moved.

it suddenly got super bright in the store.

"i'm sorry.. i know you're about to close, but i'm desperate." i studied the shy looking boy.

and damn, may i say, that is the most gorgeous man i have ever seen in my life.

he had pastel pink and blue hair, a distinct nose, sharp jawline, and flawless skin.

"go right ahead," i said subconsciously. he smiled shyly at me, which just made it seem even brighter. he ran around the store, picking all types of things.

in the end, he had a white, blue, purple, pink, and yellow mid thigh skirts, yellow and white knee-high socks, crop sweaters, oversized sweaters, and tube tops.

i started ringing up his crap.

"you must really love your girlfriend, huh?" i asked and looked up at him. he seemed to blush.

"no uh.. these are for me," i made an 'o' shape with my lips.

"sorry for the assumption," i apologized. he shrugged.

"it's okay," i bagged up his stuff.

"oh wait," i called the boy.

"hm?" he asked.

"you spent over $75, so you get a free item under 25," I told him. he smiled brightly, making my heart speed up.

damn my gay ass.

"you pick for me," he said sweetly. my face turned pink before i nodded and walked to the clothing rack.

i found a mustard yellow crop sweatshirt with a black collar. i grabbed it off the rack and then noticed how short it was.

i walked to the back and found a white bra top that had a black band around the bottom.

i brought the clothes back to the boy.

"these would look nice," i told him. "you only seem to wear pastel. maybe you should switch it up," he shrugged.

"i only look good in pastel.."

"i really doubt that," i told him. "here. you get the sweater for free, and i'll pay for the bra top. fine?" the pink haired boy nodded his head. "i'm yoongi, by the way." i introduces myself.

"jung hoseok."

we stared at each other for a bit.

"ah," hoseok checked the time on his phone when a notification popped up. "it's 35 minutes past your closing time. sorry for the inconvenience," hoseok smiled shyly.

i felt warm and fuzzy.

just as he was about to walk out, i called to him.

"hey.. can i... um.." i couldn't seem to get the words out of my mouth.

"hm?" the pink haired boy tilted his head at me.

"can i have your number?" i asked quickly and quietly. hoseok seemed to pause before breaking out into a huge smile.

"sure!" he skipped his way to the counter and wrote ten digits on my hand. "call me," he told me before walking out of the store.