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As someone who came from an already rich family, the esteemed Sung Hyunjae thought that he already have what he could ever need in this God forsaken world. He had everything. Looks, money, everything.
Well, that's what he believed.
Until a certain convenience store owner caught his attention. Han Yoojin.
Someone with soft features, in opposite of his nasty attitude. But when Sung Hyunjae thought about it, maybe yoojin is only mean to him. Not that he minds.
He had observed him— though he wouldn't admit that out loud. Someone so interesting, how can he not like him?
"Hi." Sung Hyunjae smiled at the man infront of him, who looked at him with an unamused look. "I'm quite hurt by your expression..." He mumbled, his hand dramatically wiping imaginary tears.
"Fuck off."
Ah. He's so cute. "Yoojin-gun is so mean to me.." He mumbled, a hum coming out of his lips as his fingers brushed against the lollipops on the counter.
"Do you sell these?" He asked, he wanted to annoy the other. Ah, yoojin is so fun to talk to.
"No." Han Yoojin answered him bluntly, smacking his hand away. "Please leave."
Even with that annoyed plea, Hyunjae pretended not to hear anything as he walked from shelves to shelves, looking at the things inside them, while humming a tune.
He still remember vividly how they met a year ago— how can he forget such a special memory like that?
Sung Hyunjae groaned in pain, he touched the side of his arm, his sleeves were damped with blood. How can he let his guard down like that? Especially in a dark alleyway.
Hyunjae's gaze landed upon a store— the lights were flickering, it looks like the lights were dying. He scoffed, why can't the owner just close this? It looks dirty on the outside.
His eyes twitched when he felt the pain again, the knife of that bastard was quite sharp. He let out a sigh, having no choice as he walked towards the store.
But before he could open the door, someone already did. The man, average height, messy, disheveled hair and he wears an apron with a stain. Hyunjae could only curse in his mind. He could tell that it wouldn't end quite well...
"....tch, a gangster?" The man mumbled, and hyunjae's eyes fixated to the man. His face became clear— and oh.
The president of Seseong had seen numerous people that were called beauties— but none had made him...stunned.
The man infront of him, despite looking at him with a nasty stare and a raised brow, and with visible dirt on his left cheek, looked absolutely mesmerising. The way the light inside the store illuminated the side of his face, he was beautiful.
"We're about to close." The man said, hands on his waist as he looked at hyunjae with utter disgust.
He couldn't help but snort.
His day was going to be smooth at the end, after all.
"Bastard, stop touching it with your dirty hands!" Yoojin shouted, holding a broom on his one hand, while the other held a alcohol bottle. "Get out, get out!"
It fascinates hyunjae how yoojin doesn't have an idea who he is. Well, yoojin did know that he was insanely rich...because what bastard buys a strawberry lollipop and then pays fifty thousand won? Crazy. But aside from him being a rich bitch, yoojin knew nothing else.
"Are you like this with your other customers?" Hyunjae mused, chuckling as he was being pushed outside. Yoojin answered him with a swear.
"Get out, my brother is coming here soon!"
Ah, right. Han Yoohyun. Yoojin's twenty year old brother, who hyunjae knows he held dear. While doing some background research— for the umpteenth time. He had learned that Han Yoojin's parents died when he was a teen. And he was forced to raise his brother alone.
"The young master would be pleased to see me, would he not?" Hyunjae hummed, using the term 'young master'. He had offered a large sum of money to yoojin, for yoohyun and his expenses, the latter only cursed at him and said no without hesitation.
And as the devil was mentioned, the entrance opened, and the demon entered.
"Hyung, I'm— eugh." Yoohyun looked at hyunjae with a disgusted look, the older of the two felt a sense of deja vu.
"Oh, hey! Ahjussi's sugar daddy!"
Bak Yerim yelled, pointing shamelessly at the man. Sung Hyunjae answered her with a bright smile and a greet, as yoojin lectured the girl about what she said.
"Why is he here, hyung? Is he bothering you again?" Han Yoohyun asked immediately, shielding his brother from hyunjae. "Do you want me to punch him?"
"Stop that, yoohyun." Yoojin smacked his brothers head with a sigh, before his soft gaze changed to an annoyed one when he looked at hyunjae.
"And you. Go out." He mumbled. Sung Hyunjae only gave yoojin a smile. Yoojin didn't smile back, of course. But he averted his gaze.
"I'll see you tomorrow, yoojin-gun."
And with that, the bastard left the store. Leaving yoohyun, yerim, and yoojin.
"Ahjussi, you should really just take the risk and—"
"Shut up! Hyung with that guy?! Never!"
Unbeknownst to the two bickering infront of the exhausted man, and to the bastard that left just seconds ago— the tip of yoojin's ear seemed to be tinted red.
I'll be back, he said. See you tomorrow, he said.
Han Yoojin grumbled angrily at the counter, staring intently at the entrance of his convenience store, waiting for a certain someone to come in.
It has been three days without Sung Hyunjae bothering him. For the past year, hyunjae had only missed a day of annoying yoojin— BUT the chaebol sends messages to the older han.
Well...
It's been three days since he last visited...and also three days since he last texted yoojin...
He wasn't worried, okay!
Actually, he's quite happy that no one is here to annoy him. Right...?
Yoojin let out a deep, annoyed sigh. He whipped out his phone, and pressed the contact under the name 'ATM pervert #Dni'
Hey
Are yoy dead or something?
You*
Yoojin mentally cursed, not liking the way he made an embarrassing typo. He waited for a response.
A minute passed by
Half an hour
Until a whole ass fucking hour passed.
"God damnit!" Yoojin shouted— making the customer who was about to leave flinch and look back at him. Yoojin mumbled a quick sorry and bowed lightly, before returning to look at his phone with frustration.
Yoohyun had gone home earlier. And he was still here. Waiting for that goddamn person like a stupid man that he was.
Yoojin let out a sigh of exhaustion, leaning on his chair tiredly. He mumbled strings of complains, cursing out Sung Hyunjae, calling him a bastard—
Ping!
Han Yoojin was quick on his feet as he jolted from his seat, checking his phone in a matter of seconds.
Dongsaeng💕
Hyung when are you coming home I can't sleep without you in the house.
"Ah."
He doesn't understand why he sounded disappointed.
I'll close the store now.
"Oh my."
Sung Hyunjae, the bastard chaebol mumbled to himself. Amused and delighted at the scene infront of him. He held a bouquet of fresh flowers. He held back a chuckle as yoojin stumbled on the counter, trying his best to ignore the presence of hyunjae.
"It seems like my partner is a bit more feisty tonight." He hummed, tilting his head to the side, trying to get yoojin to look at him. He even used the word 'my partner' to make the latter lash out. But to no avail, he was dead set on ignoring him.
Hyunjae gave him a hum.
He wasn't able to visit for a few days because something urgent came up. And it didn't even help that he couldn't text his precious yoojin because he was bombarded with a lot of paperworks and meetings.
"Yoojin-gun." He called, waving the flowers. Yoojin's favourite.
"My partner." Again with that.
"Baby?" Yoojin stiffened for a bit, but soon turned away.
"My darling, precious, fabulous, sweety—"
"The fuck!" Yoojin shouted, looking at hyunjae with wide eyes and a reddened face.
Hyunjae only smiled at him sweetly. "Finally you looked at me." He said with relief. "I was beginning to contemplate whether to stand outside your store and make a scene." He hummed, it was a joke of course. Unless there's no other choice beside that...
"...ew." Was the only thing yoojin said.
"Is my partner still angry at the fact that I was gone?" He asked, leaning on the counter with a smug smile on his face. "I even bought you flowers and chocolates as an apology..."
He looked at yoojin, who was averting his gaze.
"Yoojin."
That made the latter look up. Hyunjae rarely calls him by just his name.
"...yeah?"
Hyunjae opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. He stared at yoojin for a bit, before a smile made it's way on his face.
"I'm serious about you."
Well, that was...sudden...
"I know."
Hyunjae smiled at that.
"...do I finally have a chance?" He asked, innocently tilting his head. His way of teasing the latter.
Han Yoojin did not respond, which only made hyunjae smile even more.
"Hm." He hummed, genuine joy visible on his face. "I guess I'll need to get the young masters approval soon."
He mumbled, eyes not leaving yoojin's embarrassed form. His head hung low, hands clasped tightly together.
"...i'll talk with my brother." He muttered, almost inaudible.
Hyunjae nodded, chuckling to himself as he leaned in on the counter— now his face was just a few inches apart from the other. Neither of them said a thing. Their eyes locked— genuine affection present on their gazes.
Sung Hyunjae's shoes made a squeak sound as he leaned in.
Who would've thought, that such a faithful meeting would lead to this? Someone like sung hyunjae who yoojin thought was just a regular inconvenience.
The door opened, yoojin jolted and pushed hyunjae away. He looked at his brother, who looked at him with widened eyes. Then yoohyun's gaze fell on sung hyunjae's delighted expression.
It was only a matter of seconds before his bag was on the floor, as he ran towards sung hyunjae with a murderous glare.
"Sung Hyunjae, you bastard...!"