airdrop // m.yg

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Ah, it's rainy again. That means we have to mop the cafe floors more. Great.

"Chae Hyunju!" The manager calls out to me. I quickly go to find him in the kitchen.

"Yes, Sir?" I ask respectfully, knowing damn well I can't lose this job.

"As you can see, it's raining today. It's your turn to mop the floors later. Just wanted to remind you, in case you forgot," he informs with an authoritative but somewhat kind tone, similar to that of a teacher.

"Alright. Thanks for reminding me," I bow quickly before returning to work.

Several boring hours pass, just like every other day, and then my shift is over. I close up the small cafe, not forgetting to mop up all the water on the floor. I sigh, walking out into the cold rain, locking the door behind me.

Honestly, my life is boring. Every day is exactly the same, and at this rate — with all the work I'm doing with so little sleep — I'll probably die before I reach the age of 35. Therefore, why not try something a bit crazy.

After a few minutes of walking, I enter a convenience store. The cashier, head donned with blonde hair, stared at his phone with very little enthusiasm. Did he even notice that I walked in?

I walk up to the counter, cluelessly staring at the different types of cigarettes. I quickly pull out my phone, opening the iMessage app. I have a co-worker who smokes, so I'll just ask her what is best.

Before I can finish typing my message, I receive an AirDrop request. I stare at the photo.

What the hell?

'Yoongi's iPhone'

Who the hell is Yoongi?

I look around to see the cashier nearly laughing. Then, I receive another request.

Okay then...

I quickly decline the AirDrop requests, continuing to type the message. I receive another, clearly just an attempt to annoy me.

I look down at the floor, seeing that it is the same as the carpet in the photo.

"Alright, man. I'm trying to text my co-worker, and it's kinda difficult with a constant stream of AirDrop requests," I calmly say to the cashier. "And by the way, is that just your shoe?"

At this, he laughs. I can't say it's unattractive, though, even if it is aggravating.

"Yeah," he pauses. "And yeah, I realize that first part," he says with a smirk, even after he had stopped laughing. "But look, I'm pretty observant. From the way you're acting, I can tell that you're wanting to buy a pack of cigarettes, and that you never have before; which leads me to believe that you're asking your friend which type you should purchase. But, mostly, I saw you eyeing all those cigs back there," he points to the wall behind him.

"Okay, that's kinda weird, honestly," I remark, shrugging.

"I guess. I'm around people a lot because of this job, so I'm fairly good at picking up on this kind of stuff," he claims, resting his phone on the counter. "Oh, and that second meme was my way of saying 'you probably shouldn't get the cigarettes; get coffee instead or something', even though that probably wasn't the best way to say it."

I laugh lightly at the bluntness of his statement.

"So you're Yoongi, right?" I ask, remembering the name from when it showed up on my phone.

"Yeah, Min Yoongi, and you are?" He said as a way of asking for my name.

"Chae Hyunju," I reply.

"Nice meeting you this way," he says laughing.

"Okay but why would you not want me to buy the cigarettes? Wouldn't that just mean less money for you?" I return to the previous topic.

He rubs the back of his neck before responding, "Well, to put it one way, you're too pretty to ruin your life like this."

I blush at this, even though he's a complete stranger.

"I'm probably not the best person to be saying this — and definitely not the best example of a good person overall — but my statement stands. You most likely have a lot to live for, so don't let things go downhill from here," he says with a more sincere expression.

"Okay then. Thanks, I guess," I awkwardly admit.

"Wanna go for coffee some time — as a replacement?" He asks with a small smile.

"I don't see why not," I pause for a moment to think. "I'm free for a bit on Saturday, around 3pm. My shift will be shortened so that the manager can train some new employee, without me 'screwing it up'," I say, even using air quotes around the last few words. "He's very particular. Things must always be done his way, or not at all."

He laughs at this, and, once again, I can't say it's unattractive at all.

"Alright," he agrees to the time I suggested. "I'll see you then."

"You too. Thanks," I conclude, walking out of the small store.

Although I don't know him very well, I consider that agreement a score for me because he's nice, attractive, and seemingly very close to my age.

I heaved a sigh of satisfaction and walked home. It's only Thursday.