gucci baby ⋯ kim taehyung

three

It had been several days and Yuna still had not seen the blueberry-colored male, and while it scared her a bit that the gift she had wrapped just ended up in her house and she hasn't seen him since, she had no choice but to pass up the bizarre experience as a one-off. But saying that didn't even feel right. But she decided not to drive herself crazy over something she really had no control over and couldn't even report to the authorities.

Technically, it wasn't her time for a break as it was mid-day, but once she read a notification on her phone, she decided to take the break and text back her childhood friend, Rumi, who had been studying abroad for college, had finally decided to come home for a visit, and Yuna was more than thrilled to hang out with her later that night. The inseparable pair had decided to meet up at a bar down the street once work ended early that evening, and it was the one thing that had Yuna going for the few hours of work she had left at her boring job.

"Welcome to Gucci," she exclaimed with a smile, a newfound source of energy in the form of excitement took over. The tall male with blonde hair, strawberry almost, took long strides into the store, dark sunglasses hiding away a bit of his appearance. He paid no knowledge to the happy girl and walked around the store, his arms crossed behind his slender body, looking around at the items on display.

She rested her arm on the counter as she directed her eyes down, responding back to an equally, if not more excited Rumi. She chuckled to herself as Rumi mentioned an inside joke that hadn't been made in years. She placed her spare hand over her mouth to hide her laugh as there was a customer in the store. "Excuse me," a deep voice spoke. Her head shot up and she looked up at the customer while simultaneously turning off her phone.

"Yes, sir, can I help you?" "I would like to speak to the manager," he demanded, catching her by complete surprise. She had no idea what the issue was, but whatever problem this man was having, she hoped that the manager could fix it. She nodded with a gentle smile and went to go retrieve her boss.

"Hello. Is there an issue?" the manager asked, leaning back and crossing his arms comfortably as he even had to look up a bit just to look into the customer's eyes. The man took off his sunglasses, revealing dark eyes. "What type of business are you running? A business in which your workers are constantly on their phones?" he complained. Typically, her manager was a very relaxed man, and while he looked at her and shook his head, she knew that that was strike one of three and that she wasn't supposed to do it again. And she wouldn't.

"My apologies, sir. She won't do it again. Now, is there anything I can help you with?" the manager asked. "No, what you can do is fire her. I pay thousands of dollars on merchandise that you help sell and the least you could do is make sure that your staff acts accordingly. It's unacceptable. Handle this how you're supposed to before I take it to the next level. My connections run deep." The stranger went on and on, his tone angry, but his volume remained low as his deep voice rang through her ears.

Yuna couldn't believe what was happening right in front of her. Was she about to get fired?

"Yes, thank you, sir. I will strongly put your thoughts into consideration. We can give you a discount if you still would like-" "No. That's all. Don't expect my business from here on out," the stranger rudely interrupted, leaving the store with those same long strides, this time his attitude angry. The manager pinched the bridge of his nose before turning to an anxious Yuna, one hand resting on his hip right above his belt.

"Yuna, you know that I think you're great and-" "Wait, are you actually going to fire me? Sir, you gave Jen more than three strikes when she was caught, I don't know, painting her nails at work? On a phone call with her mom? Once she even had her sleeping mask over her eyes!" Yuna complained, taken aback by what was about to happen. He let out a deep sigh, his potbelly sticking out further than it usually did. "My hands are tied. I'm sorry, Yuna," he sincerely said, but Yuna was fuming. Her eyes widened, tears about to fill over the brim, but her anger forced her to sadness away. She removed her name tag, all too calmy placing it on the counter in front of him, took a shallow and shaky breath, before exiting the store.