Everything Cravity!!

Also an Artist - Taeyoung💕

Y/N sat in her booth, tying her hair into a messy bun. Some of the shorter strands of hair fell out, sticking to her sweaty face, and she pushed them out of the way in annoyance. 

She'd been here for two hours, two hours, and had only sold 5 items. Maybe it was because only older folks were coming to this flea market. What use would they have with clay animals? She groaned in frustration, burying her head in her hands. She was exhausted. At least it would have been worth it if she'd made some money. But no, she'd made barely anything. 

She closed her eyes. Months and months of work, and she'd have nothing to show for it. She was stupid to think this fair had been a good idea. 

"Wow, these are really cute!" exclaimed someone. She blinked open her eyes, jumping to her feet. 

It was a young boy, about her age. Wearing a black sweatshirt and fidgeting, looking extremely uncomfortable. Something about his face may have been familiar, but she couldn't place it. 

She knew she should have made a sales-pitch or something, but she could only stare at him. "Aren't you hot in that?" she asked incredulously. 

His eyes sparkled and he raised his eyebrows as though he were about to make a joke, but he didn't. "I'm trying not to be noticed." 

"Why?" 

"Because, as you pointed out, I'm hot," he said, winking. "I want to maintain a low profile to avoid hordes of screaming girls." 

She laughed, feeling her face flush red. "Gosh, you are full of it," she told him. Then, remembering that she wasn't here to chat, but to sell her art, pointed to her collection. "Would you like to buy something?" she asked, stepping aside and ushering him in her booth. 

"I would," he said, going over to her panda selection and picking up two, a giant panda and a red panda. "I'd like these." 

Y/N grinned at him, "those are some of my favorites," she told him, putting them in a bag and handing them to him as he handed her the money. 

"Can I help you sell these?" he asked, surprising her. 

"I thought you wanted to keep a low profile?" 

"Okay... can I keep you company in your booth?" 

For a second, she honestly wasn't sure what to say. She wasn't used to cute boys wanting to spend time with her. 

Pull yourself together, she scolded. "Sure," she said, as casually as she could. "I'll go grab you another chair." 

When she got back, the boy was chatting with a group of old ladies, talking and laughing, the women doting on him. As she watched, all of the women bought items. 

"How'd you manage to do that?" she asked, walking up to him and putting down his chair. 

"You have to have charm to be a good salesperson," he told her proudly. 

Y/N glared at him. "Are you saying I don't have charm?" 

He smirked. "Of course not." 

"Hello," a lady said, walking up to the booth and staring at the boy. "This may be a strange question but... haven't I seen you on TV before?" 

The light in his eyes dimmed a little, but he smiled wider in order to cover it. "You might have," he admitted. 

The woman tilted her head, continuing her staring. Y/N could tell that the attention was making the boy uncomfortable, and she suddenly realized that the low profile was a bigger deal than he'd made it out to be. 

The woman snapped her fingers suddenly. "Ah, I think my daughter was watching you on TV the other day... on... idol radio? Idol room? Are you one of the idols she likes?"

He laughed, "I might be," he held out his hands, shaking hands with the woman. "I'm Taeyoung from Cravity." 

Y/N racked her brain. That name seemed familiar... right? Who were they? Were they one of this year's rookies? 

Taeyoung took out a pen and a pad from his pocket, giving the lady his autograph. "What's your daughter's name?" 

"Haneul." 

Y/N watched as Taeyoung wrote the woman's daughter a sweet little message, adding a lot of hearts at the end. She smiled. He was really really cute. 

But he was an idol? The boy who bought her clay animals, who helped her sell items, who offered to keep her company, was an idol? It was hard to wrap her mind around. 

The woman left, leaving them alone. She didn't realize that she was staring at Taeyoung until he waved his hand in front of her face, snapping her out of it.

"You're an idol," she said softly. 

Taeyoung nodded, smiling apologetically at her. "I should go now," he admitted. "I'm kind of trying to keep a low profile today, remember? If that lady tells anyone, then-" 

"Then you will have to deal with hordes of screaming girls," she finished, sighing as she realized that he hadn't been joking at all. It must be exhausting to be on edge like that all the time. She hoped he'd find another place to hide out in peace for the day. 

"Too bad I couldn't spend more time with you," he said, writing something down on the notepad. "Maybe I'll come by another time," he suggested, pressing a piece of paper into her hand and running off. 

She unfolded it. 

Hope to see you again soon - Taeyoung

And his number. 

She smiled to herself, tucking the paper in her pocket and standing behind her booth, attempting to be a more charming salesperson, like her new friend Taeyoung.