I blink like ludicrous and instantly assemble my piece of mind back.

My face flushed red in embarrassment.

His mouth is enclosed with a mask, but I am sure he was laughing because his body is wiggling.

Wow, I am so great!

"Why didn't you tell me before I could do that!" I asked my mom.

"As if it would make any difference if I tell you. It's okay honey to not be normal," she ruffled my hair and I roll my eyes.

He is here again. Oh god. How in the world I am supposed to act naturally.

"I have to go to meet my friend. Can I trust you with the store?" She inquired me.

"Do you have any other option?" I asked her, keeping my bag on the chair.

"Unfortunately no," she sighed put her hair in a loose ponytail.

God my mom is really beautiful. She is 39 years old, but she looks like my sister. I still don't get how? Sometimes I even wonder if she is the witch from snowhite or sleeping beauty who drinks blood to stay young. She had a comely figure which was stem-thin. Her curvilinear waist didn't surprise me as much as the saffron tint to her complexion. Her heavenly white teeth flashed when she glanced around at our store with a delighted smile. Her hair was a glorious tumble of the pitch-black lake and her virility-hazel eyes set was shinny and sharp, combine well with her calamine-pink lips and angelic personality.

"Just enjoy young woman I will take care of the store," I told her.

She smiled and hiked up into the spare toom to fix looks. We have two bedrooms upstairs. I suggested to her that we can just live here, but she wanted to home. For us.

Our sweet home.

I peeked at him, he was looking at his phone.

Won't he order?

I just dig out a book from my bag and start to read so I don't be obvious as I once over him. The other customers walk over to the counter.

"Thank you for shopping, visit again," I told the lady. She smiled and walks back.

I said the same thing to the next five customers. It's not that hard to work in the convenience store, I and mom concurrently manage it pretty well.

"Umm hey," the guy said as I was calculating his goods.

"Hii?" I frown.

"Oh, you maybe don't know me. I am in your maths class," he smiled brightly.

What a cute smile.

But it's noting compare to Suga's smile.

And you dare to ask me why you single!

Okay my mind, I won't ask.

"Oh, I see," I said, and get my attention in calculating. I tell him the total amount and he pays in cash. He is quite handsome. He had scythe-shaped eyebrows. His sharp nose and half-dome cheekbones sat above his oaken jaw. His burly physique was something that made him look a hundred times more attractive. His black eyes twinkled looking at the bubblegum he purchased.

"Then I see you in school," he said and wave. I nodded.

I turn around leaning on the counter, looking for my book.

"Excuse me?"

His voice made me almost slip. I turn back swiftly. My heart hammers in my chest as his eyes softly stare at me.

"Er. I will have one hot chocolate with cream," his naturally raspy and log
ht voice.

"Okay, anything else..s..sir?" I asked, not at all stuttering.

"No," he said and walks back to his seat.

I release the breath I was holding and with trembling hands start to prepare for his order.

This convenience store is also like a cafe. My mom was confused to open a cafe or store so she ended up making both.

My mom is a very strong and independent woman, after divorcing my dad she was devastated for a while but she stood up on her own. Just a few months ago my parents got divorced and we moved to Seoul from Busan. Mom was a working woman in well know company, but she was tired of working there. So she decided to start working for herself and finally, we both open this store.

I lift my head to look at him, upholding my, chin high, and walk over with the tray with confident strides.

Dont trip.

Don't trip.

I tell myself and set his order down on the table smoothly.

"Umm well I ordered hot chocolate, it smells like coffee," he said raising his brows.

Uhh.

No. Why Y/N?

"I am so sorry. I will make your order just a minute please," I bow multiple times.

"Um...It's fine. I am late so you can have this instead," he told me and shuts his laptop, standing up.

What?

I gape at him with a frozen look. He just whirls and walks out of the store.

The hell just happen.

I peek at the drink. He just let me have it, right?

Fuck me.

Fuck you Y/N.

I have an allergy to coffee and chocolates.

I know right?! Fuck my entire existence.

I don't want to throw it.

MIN SUGA GAVE IT TO ME. I DONT WANNA THROW IT!

"Honey I am leaving," my mom says softly from behind me.

I sigh and take the cup.

"Drink it," I shoved it in her hand and sit on a chair behind the counter.

My mom gave me a puzzled look, "Okay bye. Take care," she said and ambled out of the store.

He must think I am dumb that I didn't even remember his order correctly.

I mess my hair and groans loudly, “Why are you even alive? Why the fuck are you born with that stupid allergy?!” I screamed at myself and peered around, few customers were looking at me as if I am some psychopath.

Oh wow.

"Er. I am normal I swear! Please continue," I assured them with a smile.

They don't look convincing but continue to shop anyway.
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It's been six days, and he visits every day.

I am happy that he feels comfortable enough to work sit here and work. He appears calm when he settles on his fixed spot and works on his laptop. I have been reserving that seat for him.

Tomorrow there is a fan sign event. He will recognize me, right?

For some reason, I don't want him to. I don't want it to be awkward, what if he stops hanging out in the store.

I told the total amount to two teenage girls, but they didn't hear me.

They are glancing at Suga.

Uh no.

"Excuse me ma'am we are about to close," I notified them so they won't disturb him. He looks so peaceful.

"It's just 8, don't you close at 11 pm?" One of them asks me.

"I want to close early today," I said with a smile. Please just don't go to him.

They are still glancing at Suga.

What if he stops coming here if fans start to recognize him.

I look out of the window and gasped loudly.

"Oh my, I guess I just saw a BTS car passing by," I told them with a surprising face.

"Really?" They asked me.

I nod vigorously

"Let's goo Minjee!" The girl dragged her friend.

"Your stuff!" I call out for them.

"Oh sorry!" The girls snatched the stuff and both run out of the store.

Sorry girls. But please let this store be his peaceful spot.

I look at him and he was staring at me. I instantly look away.

Did he hear me?

I said in a hushed voice though.
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I laughed silently. She just shoved the girls away.

I am still confused, she recognizes me or not?

I have been coming here for the past six days. It's very peaceful here. I get good vibes to work. On one disturbs me.

"Your hot chocolate," she keeps the cup down at the table carefully, my eyes noticed her long slender fingers and multiple silver delicate rings wrapped around them.

Pretty hands.

I nodded and mumbles thank you.

She strides back to the counter and continues to read the book.

I take a sip of hot chocolate and almost spit it.

Why it's spicy?

Can she ever make my drink correctly?

Last time it was salty.
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