The Record Shop Girl || Kim Namjoon

~1~ closing time

"Nimah do you think you can work the late shift?", my boss Hosuh asked. "Of course", I replied with a smile. I always liked the closing shift because I could play music as loud as I wanted since no one was around. I work at Leemans record shop. Its a very large shop with an expansive array of records, CD's and some books in the back. I work every weekend from sunup to sundown. I love music, its like my lifeline. I listen to everything from pop, to oldies, to weird underground Russian music. Anything I hear I usually love. My love of music came from my mom. Minutes before she passed away she was still humming a tune she loved. She made a mix-tape of all her favorite songs to be played at her funeral. She's a legend and I look up to her for that. I remember laughing that day at her funeral. Why of all songs would she choose blue by Eiffel 65, I haven't got a clue.

" Here's the keys Nimah, don't forget to double check the locks" Hosuh says. "OK, have a good night Hosuh, tell Jared I said hi," I reply as Hosuh walks out the door. Hosuh is old Mr.LeeMans grandson. Mr.LeeMan passed away two years ago and ever since Hosuh has been running the place. I remember when Mr. LeeMan would bring a bunch of ice cream, and once me and Alice had finished unboxing records, he would give us the ice cream to eat on the curb outside the shop. I was so fond of Mr.LeeMan I couldn't think of working anyplace else.

I put on sandstorm by mereba, I grab the broom and dustpan. I sing along to the lyrics. "we might just really be crazy," I sing loud. I dance along and sweep. I sing some more and pick up the pile of dust I made. I wipe down the counter. Check the money in the register. Reorganize the records and CDs that are out of order. Letting my playlist go on.

" you're a pretty good singer", a deep voice suddenly says. "Jesus" I scream. I turn towards the door to see a tall guy standing in the doorway. "oh jesus you scared me, how long have you been their," I yell over the loud music. I run to turn the volume down. "Not long, sorry i didn't know you we're closed," the guy says. "we aren't yet sorry, I was just cleaning up, people usually don't come this late," i reply trying to act cool. "I can come back tomorrow" he offers. "no, its ok you're already here, and we're open for 20 more minutes" I reply. He smiles, dimples showing, cute. " I already know what I want so I won't be long," he says. He heads towards the CD's. "let me know if you need anything ok" I say. He nods. I lift up the bar flap to go behind the register. I pull out my phone to text Alice.

Nimah:Alice im still at leemans, and a guy just came in, he's kind of cute, but i'm scared i might get abducted :0(

Alice: wHaT! take a pic ;)) also make sure the security cams are on just incase, don't be scared girl

Nimah: love you Alice T3T

The guy puts two CDs and a record on the counter. "Found everything you needed?" I ask as I start to check his CDs out. He replies with a  nod and a "mhmm". Adele, Lauryn Hill, and M83. Seems like an odd choice for this guy. I would think he was into rap, he seemed kind of like a classy hypebeast. I can feel his solid gaze on me as I finish ringing him up. "That will be $31.79" I look at him and notice how tall he actually is compared to my tall 5'3. He gets his wallet out and I bag his albums in a brown bag. I pass the bag over and he hand me the cash. His fingertip brushes my hand and I can feel a warmness rise to my ears. I give him his change back making sure to check it twice. I couldn't focus cause this guys stare was so intense. "Here's your change 8.21", I pass the change into his hand. "and good choice lauryn hill is timeless," I blurt out. "yeah I thought I might listen to the whole thing, maybe get some inspiration", he replies. "And adele," I question. "Just a fan", he says bashfully. I smile at his shyness. "And M83" I ask. "Trying something new," he replies. "Well I hope you like them" I say. He looks down i follow his gaze, it had landed on my name tag. " see you later Nimah". "Later..." I wait for him to tell me his name. "Namjoon," he says. I smile "later Namjoon". He heads toward the door. I hear the bell jingle. I breathe out sighing. Ugh if only I could see more guys like him everyday. I pull out my phone to text alice.

Nimah: he's gone and he was totally my type :))

Alice: should've got them digits mah

Nimah: I don't even know him, he could be a serial killer!!

Alice: did you get his name?

Nimah: namjoon

Alice: ooh sound kinda exotic ;))

Nimah: it's...wtv¯\_(ツ)_/¯, im taking the bus home today!

Alice: ugh its so late let me call chino to pick you up.

Nimah: nah I don't really feel like seeing him.

Alice: oh ok well be safe ok!

Nimah: aye, aye, captain

I clean up the little mess that was left. Lock up the cash register and head out. I pull down the door grilles and lock up the shop. I head to my bus stop thinking about the new stranger i met. Namjoon?

A/N: Thanks for reading. Im a first time writer! If you have any thoughts or suggestions leave a comment. ~mint :')