cigarettes || woosan

eight

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he slightly twisted the door handle and opened the door. as he did so, the strong and slightly uncomfortable tobacco smell filled his mind.

wooyoung almost got lost in his thoughts, but it seemed like someone was trying to talk to him, as he was the only customer there.

„hello sir! do you need any help?" a boy with black hair and red streaks at the court asked him.

oh fuck fuck fucking shit I'm fucked FUUU-

yes, he was mentally screaming as he realized that he was staring a bit too much. can't help it, the boy was even prettier when he looked at him closely. sharp, cat-like eyes, pure lips, soft looking cheeks. he looked so....so adorable.

and that's the time when wooyoung realized that he's supposed to reply to the boy.

„uhm, yes..i mean no good evening ..haha.aa.." he was blushing and sweating like crazy.

„alright sir, what would you like to get? cigarettes, filters.." the guy asked him politely, as he was supposed to as a worker to the customer.

and while the other guy was talking, wooyoung took his time and thought of any fucking cigarette brand he could remember.

i should've listen to yeonjun when he bragged about cigarettes he smokes. shit.

right! i remember.

„can you give me red marlboro please?" he asked the guy shyly.

at that moment, he made sure to took a glance at the workers name tag.

최산— a seller

even his name's pretty.

„sure! long or short filter, may i ask?"

and that question took wooyoung aback. what is that supposed to mean?

„wh-ha..a.t?" wooyoung asked him, fear and confusion in his eyes. man he really can't even buy cigarettes, the disappointment is big.

san slightly laughed ,,sir, do you even smoke?,, 
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a/n:
'there you go choi satan.
'i hope you enjoyed in this chapter, even if it's bad and probably has a lot of grammar errors! take care guys!

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