Charming, To Say The Least ## Nahyuck

Chapter 4

And you could imagine his parents' shock when Donghyuck insisted on handling the store that weekend too.

"No really, I can do it, you go rest," he ushers them upstairs despite their weak protests and brushing aside their sudden praises.

"Have you started on that summer work?" His mother at least attempts to reason, but Donghyuck waves them inside, repeating that he'd do it 'later' (knowing full well that by 'later', he meant a day before it was due). Once he'd successfully shut them up, he jogs back down the stairs two at a time, only to see just another usual waiting at the counter, sticking a fallen streamer back up.

"The normal, old man?" Donghyuck smiles, trying not to sound disappointed. The spoon awakes and readies itself by the grey 'Self-control' tub. The customer tut tuts, but motions for the spoon to do its work.

"What's the young one doing, working on the weekend huh?" Donghyuck sheepishly hands the cup over. "When I was your age-"

"Just felt like it," he breezily replies, a little ruffled by the interrogation. They exchanged their goodbyes and there was the second ring of the day.

But by the thirtieth ring: still no pink hair boy. By the time the bubble turned off: still no boy with the talking dog. By the time of the awakening of mr moon: still not a Jaemin in sight. And it was now, what his parents considered to be, 'later'. God.

Donghyuck lay awake on the rooftop that night, convinced that no amounts of magic would help him out of this rabbit hole.