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There was a small room behind the counter of the store, the sound of a strumming guitar could be heard along with a quiet hum. The music shop wasn't big, just enough for shelves to be stocked with CD's and records and to have a few guitars hung up behind the counter. Jisung was at the back, sitting on the single chair in front of his desk, guitar in his arms as he experimented with the melody. He's always had an interest in music. Whether if it was sitting on the floor while his dad played guitar or dancing along to his mom's favorite song in the kitchen, music was always a part of Jisung's life. Maybe that's why he didn't hesitate before opening a music shop in his town when he saw the opportunity.

Business was…steady. Though, people preferred to go to the big supermarkets that sell recent mainstream music Cd's and records rather than going to a new-ish music shop. But Jisung can't complain, at least he's able to pay for rent and groceries for him and and his roommate. He wasn't depressed or sad but, he wasn't happy, not truly. He's found himself in this limbo where he's surviving, living life by day to day.

It was raining today, which made it perfect weather to work on that song his friend, Bang Chan, has been waiting to hear. The soft pitter patter of the rain outside helped calm his, otherwise, chaotic mind.

He originally wanted to be a music artist but after doing actual research, he realized that it wasn't as easy as he had hoped. So he settled with the next best thing; opening a music shop in his dad's name while writing songs for fun with his friends. Bang Chan has mentioned how he wants to start a group with him and Changbin but their schedules just haven't lined up for the three to meet. Still, the three dabble and write their own songs for fun, or in Jisung's case, to get through a slow day.

Just as Jisung wrote down a few notes on his notebook, the bell of the front door rang. He sighed as he as he put his pencil down and placed his guitar back on its stand. He stretched his arms up above his head before heading out from the room, putting on that smile he had practiced many times before.

"Hello, how are you?," his tone was naturally kind and cheery, inviting the new customer.

"Good," the customer responded, immediately heading over to the Cd's to look through them.

Normally, Jisung would just wait nearby, scroll through his phone for a bit or dust and clean the counter so the place looks somewhat decent. But something about this stranger made him want to keep looking at him. Not in a, "this guy is going to steal something" kind of way, rather, "wow…this guy is really fucking pretty." He was thankful the guy had his back towards him 'cause Jisung was very obviously staring at him.

The man wore a black leather jacket that seemed to be perfectly tailored to fit his body. The jeans were light washed, relaxed fit, which Jisung had to try to not let his eyes wander too much. His hair was short and dark but since the customer had his back towards Jisung, he couldn't really see any details.

Jisung tried to look away every now and then so that he didn't feel like a creep. But the moment the customer turned around to look at a different shelf, Jisung could've sworn he forgot how to breathe.

He had bangs that fell beautifully around his eyes, eyes that held an intensity Jisung swore only existed in fantasy books. Jaw so sharp it reminded Jisung of a Greek sculpture. His nose strong and distinct at the bridge but softened into a gentle curve. And among all that sharpness, his lips were so rosy and delicate, his top lip protruding out a little which gave him a slight pout. It shouldn't work, it was a contradiction, and yet Jisung couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away. Of course that meant when the man turned his head , the two met eyes. Jisung immediately felt flustered, eyes darting around out of his slight panic. Thinking that it'd be weirder if he didn't say anything after staring for about 2 minutes, he stumbled out his words.

"Can I, help you with anything?"

The man didn't say a word, just had a calculating gaze as he looked Jisung up and down. "Shit," Jisung thought, feeling his face heat up from embarrassment. He expected a look of disgust or anger or…something unpleasant. But instead, the man smirked. Jisung kept shifting his gaze to the side, not really sure what to say or do.

"Yes, actually. I was wondering if you could recommend me some music."

Jisung blinked, slightly taken aback that the man didn't mention anything about him blatantly staring. "I, yeah. Yeah of course I can."

He made his way around the counter and walked to the shelves. He stood next to the man and started looking through the various CD's. Seems like he's wanting some Western, classic rock, judging by the label at the top. He could go with the most popular artists like Pink Floyd, AC/DC, Queen, and Led Zeppelin. Or perhaps recommend something more underground like Klaatu, Ian Hunter, and April Wine. He turned to look at the man again, this time trying to get a sense of his vibe and figure out what he would like.

From this close up to the man, Jisung finally noticed the small but prominent mole just above his right nostril. It was cute. He could also see just how long his eyelashes were. He knows that if his mom could see him, she would be so jealous of his pretty features. That, or she would try to set them up despite them being strangers. After five seconds of analyzing, Jisung fished through Cd's to grab what he was looking for. He grabbed a few and handed them one by one to the man while also explaining some of his thoughts between each one.

"You can never go wrong with AC/DC, Back in Black is my dad's favorite album of theirs. I know it's one of their more popular albums but it's popular for a reason.

"Aerosmith's Toys in the Attic is good if you just want to hang out or go out. I tend to listen to them sometimes when I'm cleaning up the shop or doing chores at home.

"Pink Floyd's The Dark Side of the Moon album is one of my favorites. The album explores themes like greed, time, death, and even insanity. It's supposed to represent how it feels to go through life, the hardships and even the mundane. It's really good, great when you're feeling philosophical.

"April Wine's The Nature of the Beast is currently what I've been listening to these days. They're not that well known but their sound is such a good blend of true classic rock and bands people consider as classic rock. To me, the drums kinda sound similar to Queen's and-"

The entire time, Jisung wasn't really looking at the customer, only glancing at him every now and then. But now when he was sure it was only those four Cd's and he could finally look at the man, he realized he was going on a ramble. Jisung blushed as he looked away, not wanting to see the slight smile from him. He couldn't tell if he was amused or if he was starting to get annoyed but tried to hide it. So instead of continuing on with his ramble, he just muttered a soft, "and it's good to listen to in the car."

The stranger just blinked as Jisung fidgeted in place. As he flipped through the Cd's he had in his hands, Jisung suddenly feeling like he might've said or done too much. But then the stranger let out a small sigh.

"I'll have to listen to them on my way home. Thanks."

The man walked past him to pay with Jisung quickly making his way over behind the counter. He kept his eyes down, feeling awkward already after being caught staring and denying the fact that his heart is pounding right now.

"That'll be 64,060 won."

The man paid while Jisung bagged the Cd's, handing them over and gave the man a semi-forced smile, the man giving Jisung a genuine smile before leaving the store. As soon as the door shut, Jisung let out a frustrated whine and hid his face in his hands. He meant to lean against the wall but he ended up bumping against one of the guitars. He scrambled to catch it before it hit the ground and put it back in its place.

God he was a mess. He's much more introverted than this and he knows that. Yet something about that man just made him feel safe or comfortable enough to just go on a small rant. "Come on," Jisung told himself, snapping himself out of his mind. It was just an awkward customer interaction. Nothing else. He let out a sigh before going into the backroom again. He picked up the guitar and sat back down, going back to his song to fill up time and definitely not wanting to distract himself from the handsome stranger. Definitely not.

Jisung had just come back to the apartment, taking off his shoes and hanging the keys. It was a really long day at work, customers came in every couple of hours but not much else. While he preferred not having a lot of customers, the rain made it feel much longer than it was.

"Felix-ah, you here?"

Even if his roommate was here, Jisung couldn't really hear anything over the excited barks and cries of his puppy, Bbama. He couldn't help but laugh as he made his way over to his room and opened the door. Sure enough, the small Bichon Frise jumped up and down while wagging his tail happily now that Jisung was home. Bbama stood up on his back legs and reached up for his owner. Of course Jisung couldn't help but pick the puppy up and give him cuddles while the puppy licked his face. "Hi Bbama, I missed you too."

Now that his dog had calmed down, Jisung could hear Felix in his room playing on his computer. Of course he was, Felix has been obsessed with League of Legends recently. It was probably best not to interrupt his friend while he was playing.

Jisung put Bbama down and walked back towards the kitchen, the sound of the little taps of Bbama following him made him smile. He looked through the fridge, deciding if he's going to eat leftovers or prepare food for the rest of the week. After a minute or two of trying to figure out how lazy he was, Jisung decided to just heat up the leftovers. He'll figure out what they'll cook for the week later.

The moment Jisung grabbed his plate and moved to sit on the bar stool to eat on the counter, he heard a door click open.

"Jisung? I didn't hear you come in."

"Yeah I know," Jisung said halfheartedly, "How was the gaming sesh?"

Felix shrugged, walking into the kitchen to serve himself some food and join Jisung. "It was fine. Got lots of donations today, nothing else really happened today."

Felix worked at a café near their apartment but he often streamed on twitch in his free time. It was enough for Felix to pay rent and have some left for himself. His smile often brightened up anyone's day, maybe that's why he comes home with so many tips from the café. And yet despite such a kind and gentle face, kissed by the sun with freckles on his cheeks, Felix's voice was so deep that people are always shocked at first. Viewers in his chat often say that he, "has the face of an angel but the voice of a demon," and Felix can't help but laugh at the comparison. He had long hair that went slightly past his shoulders that he keeps dying blonde. Jisung warns him that if he doesn't give his hair a break soon that his hair might fall off one day.

Felix ate the mouthful of noodles he had before speaking, "So how was work? Did you find time to work on that song?"

Jisung looked at Felix like he was caught stealing from a cookie jar, eyes slightly widened and his cheeks plump from being stuffed with food. To be completely honest, he didn't really have a song yet. He had written some cords that sounded pretty together and brainstormed some ideas but nothing close to being an actual song. At the end, Jisung just practiced the few songs he had learned.

Jisung finished chewing and kept his head down, picking at his food with his chopsticks as he tried to force out words. "Yeah it was, fine. I uh, tried to write it…but I couldn't think of anything so I just played other songs I learned."

Jisung regretted looking up cause all he saw was an almost annoyed look.

"Don't look at me like that. I wasn't about to force myself to write something I'm not passionate about, and I needed to fill time. It was a slow day."

"Aish Jisung, you use that excuse every time."

Felix's eyebrows were raised a little, his chopsticks lowered so he could focus on his friend. Felix was just concerned, Jisung knew that, but he still hated to see that look on his face. It always looked like Felix felt like he needed to take care of him, regardless if that's what that look meant.

"I just need some inspiration-"

"Yeah but it's like you're not even trying to find. Look I'm not judging, that's the last thing I'm doing. You've been saying how much you've wanted to write this song for months now, how you just 'need inspiration,' but you just go to the shop and stay here all day."

Jisung stayed silent, eating another mouthful of japchae to do something, his leg starting to shake under the table.

Felix bit the inside of his lip, tapping his chopsticks against his bowl before he continued, "I just worry about you. It's not good for anyone's mental to just be cooped up in the places all day. I know you hate crowds but why don't you come to the café sometime, or go with Channie-hyung and Changbin-hyung to the gym?"

There was a heavy pause between them, Felix's eyes catching the way Jisung's shoulders tensed up. It only a few seconds for Felix to figure out that Jisung wasn't going to say something though, he couldn't blame him. He sighed and let his shoulders slump a little in defeat, going back to eat his noodles.

"If not for you, then…" In that moment, Bbama walked over to his side and sat down, tail wagging against the floor, head tilted slightly, and his tongue out. Felix let out a lighthearted scoff as he recognized that face. He plucked out a piece of chicken that didn't have any sauce and tossed it to the pup. "Do it for Bbama. With how young he is, maybe he'd like to go on a walk."

Immediately Bbama's head shot up, eyes wide and ears perked up. Felix and Jisung started laughing as Bbama started barking and running around the living room, jumping up and down excitedly. Jisung did feel guilty though. He's been so caught up with his song and his mental health, he didn't even think about taking Bbama out for a walk.

Jisung reached down to scratch under Bbama's chin, his brows furrowed before he sighed. "Fine, but only for Bbama. Last time I tried going to the gym with Chan and Changbin I swear I could feel people staring."

"Like you weren't staring back," Felix shot back.

Jisung snorted so hard, he almost choked on his noodles, shoulders bounced slightly as he laughed along with Felix.

The rest of the night felt normal, the two sitting on their couch while watching a movie they've seen many times before. Jisung made himself small on one end while Felix was sprawled across the other end and middle of the couch, Bbama laying his head on his leg.

Yet, what Felix had said to him, about needing to go out and basically interact with the world outside of his apartment and shop stuck with him. Not because it made him feel judged, though it did make him feel like he was seen as an outcast, but because it gave him an idea. He quickly pulled out his phone and wrote it down.

He still need a title though. He pursed his lips a little as he tried to come up with something. Coming up with nothing, he put his phone down on his lap and looked up to watch the rest of the movie.

Credits rolled, Jisung could feel the exhaustion start to set in. He stretched his arms over his head and reached over to scoop Bbama up.

Confused, Felix looked at his phone to check the time. "Heading to bed already? It's only 20:37."

"Yeah, I'm just feeling tired."

"And I was just about to put on Alien."

Alien. Wasn't a bad idea. At the very least it works as a placeholder.

"We can watch it some other day," Jisung said as he carried Bbama to his room.

"Goodnight!"

"Goodnight, don't stay up to play league again."

Jisung closed the door right when Felix made an exaggerated scoff. He pulled out his phone again and opened the note where he wrote down the idea. Alien sat right at the top, for now.

Chapter Text

It was 7:30 in the morning, much earlier than Han usually wakes up, but if he wants to take Bbama out on a walk and have enough time to do his morning routine, then he needs to start waking up earlier. Though now that he is awake, his hair a mess, clothes lazily thrown on, teeth brushed —at the very least—, Bbama jumping and spinning and crying, he was already starting to regret it. Leash in hand, he bent down to clip it to the gray harness he had put on him and slowly walked towards the door. If Felix woke up because of the commotion, he was nice enough to not yell at Jisung.

So now he was walking down the block, sun barely peaking out behind cloudy skies, and he was feeling exhausted. He was a night owl after all. He liked scrolling through his phone and watch YouTube videos past midnight. He may have said goodnight to Felix early last night but that was mainly an excuse to hide in his room. But hey, maybe these early walks will help Jisung finally fix his sleep schedule. Right now though, he'd rather still be in bed than be struggling to stop Bbama from sniffing every stranger they come across.

They got to the small park near his apartment before he decided to sit on the bench. He doesn't quite trust Bbama to not run off and ignore him if he were to take him off the leash but he made sure the puppy was able to wander around a bit. Jisung let out a sigh and leaned back, closing his eyes as he felt the breeze hit his skin. "I wonder if that guy likes to go on walks." His brain stopped for a moment as he realized what he just thought of. Did he have a crush? No...no. He can't possibly have a crush. He doesn't have the time nor is he mentally ready for that.

Lowering his chin again, he didn't notice this until now but this park was also close enough to the shop that he could see it from the bench. He could also see a car parked outside of the building across the street from it. Feeling a little nosy, Jisung squinted his eyes to at least attempt to focus on them. There were three people outside, trunk open where a guy walked out with a large box.

That building has been empty ever since Jisung opened "Han's Music". He's gotten used to looking outside and seeing a blacked out and seemingly abandoned place so knowing that soon it'll be brought to life, he was naturally curious to see what these people will bring to the block.

"Looks like I'm gonna have neighbors Bbama. Wanna go say hi?" Bbama simply looked up at Jisung, those big, dark eyes blinking as if there was nothing going on inside his head. The small pup couldn't be bothered with potential new friends. He'd rather roll around the soft grass while he can. Jisung laughed as he pulled out his phone to take a picture of his seemingly happy dog. Maybe morning walks wont be so bad…once he gets used to the early waking hours.

"If Bbama cries like that in the morning again, I'm going to take him back to your parents early."

"No you're not," Jisung said, shaking his head. He had just come out of the bathroom to eat breakfast with Felix. His damp hair sticking out every-which-way but he couldn't be bothered to straighten it today.

"Ok fine, but do you have to take him out so early? Don't you open the store at 10?"

"Yeah but I'm not exactly known for taking short showers."

"True," Felix added before eating a spoonful of cereal.

"And, it's a forty minute walk to the shop, and I need half an hour to an hour to get the store ready and then open."

"What about aft-"

"I can't do it afterwards because I close the store at 20 and at that point it's way too late to take him out."

Felix sighed as he continued to eat, knowing Jisung was just being stubborn. "Alright fine. But if and when I get off work early, I'm gonna take him out on walks. I don't want to wake up at 7:30 every day."

"Haha ok. I'd actually appreciate that. Thanks. Speaking of which, when do you get off work usually?"

"Uhm, I think around like 18 p.m. Why do you ask?"

"Just cause. I thought about what you said. Maybe going to the gym would be nice but I can't bring myself to go alone or go as intense as Chan and Changbin."

"So…what? Are you going to drag me with you?" "Felix asked with a scoff, waking into the kitchen to go wash his dishes.

"Yes actually."

Felix stopped scrubbing the spoon in his hand and looked over his shoulder at Jisung. He looked at his face, searching for any kind of sign that he's actually joking. "No…no. Jisung. I can't, I don't want to."

"Oh come on you big baby." Jisung exclaimed, walking over and placing his bowl and spoon in the sink before grabbing a clean towel to dry the dishes Felix placed in the rack. "You used to always complain about how you wanted to go to the gym. How you 'needed' to get into shape."

"Yeah, and then I fucked up my back. Plus that was back in high school. I don't have time anymore."

"Again, I'm not saying let's go every day except Friday and Sunday for three hours straight like Changbin. We wouldn't be going to build muscle, just to stay fit."

"Mmmm, I don't know Jisung."

Jisung sighed, knowing there was only one thing that could convince his friend to go. "If you come with me I'll help you find a date."

"Deal."

It was a slightly busier day today, the smell of rain still lingering in the air. People came and went, some actually bought something, but none of them were worth remembering. Not like him. Jisung felt silly for wanting the guy from yesterday to come back in today but he couldn't get him out of his mind. The way his pretty hair fell in front of his face, his dark intense eyes looking into his soul, the curve of his nose that was dotted with a cute mole. "I just want to draw him," Jisung told himself, even though he hasn't drawn anything in years.

A couple of teenagers were looking around the pop section of the vinyls which meant Jisung was up and cleaning the shelves to busy himself. He kept an eye on them to make sure they didn't steal anything or make a mess but other than that, he kept to himself. The kids ended up not buying anything but Jisung still said goodbye. Towel in hand, he decided he might as well wipe down the door before he goes back to work on his song.

Right as he finished with the cleaning, Jisung looked straight ahead to see the building he saw earlier that morning. He was able to see better now that he was closer. It looked like a deceptively small building, the car he saw this morning was still parked outside with its trunk open. The same three guys were outside, talking to someone who looked like the landlord of the place. There was one guy who caught his attention. A pretty tall —to him— guy, black and white flannel with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black-framed glasses, black hair, and a familiar sharp jawline.

"It's him," Jisung thought, feeling his stomach flutter a bit. It felt like a scene from a teen movie, time seeming to stop as Jisung's eyes raked over the man once again. So laid back, so cool, the way he hunched forward slightly as he laughed, the way he pushed his glasses up, and- oh god he's looking right at him.

Jisung quickly moved away from the door and was barely able to not bump into one of the shelves. He made his way into the back room and tossed the towel onto his desk, not even caring that it landed onto his laptop. "He didn't see me…right?" Jisung could already feel his cheeks heat up from embarrassment just from thinking about it. He didn't want to think about how he could explain why he was staring at him from across the street.

"It's fine Jisung. Just, focus on your song."

He sat back into his chair with a sigh, looking over at his notebook to see the lyrics he's written down already. It wasn't much but it was a promising start —at least. He pushed away from his desk and rolled the chair over to grab his guitar. He plucked a few cords, humming along to see what would work. He was always one to just throw stuff at the wall until something stuck. Bang Chan often criticized him for it.

"Falling down, I'm an alien on this earth
I don't seem to belong anywhere by myself
No matter how much I smile, I feel so lonely
Like aliens trying to blend in with Earthlings
No one can hear me when I try and say something…"

Jisung pursed his lips as he tried to think of what lyrics could come afterwards, ultimately groaning when he came up with nothing. This used to be so easy, creating melodies with his friends back in high school and college. But back then, it wasn't the same day and night cycle that he has now. He used to go out with his friends, go on —terrible— dates every now and then, go ride his bike just cause he could. Now, because he hasn't hired anyone else, he just goes to work, go home, deal with the costs every month, get groceries on weekends, and sleeps. That's it. Once every two months he and Felix will go out to go to the movie theaters or to a mall or go out to eat. And then there's the once ever blue moon that he, Bang Chan, and Changbin are able to meet up to create music. But it's not enough. Not to Jisung. He needs more, something completely new.

The sound of the bell brought Jisung out of his thoughts before he could think about it too much. He reached into his pocket to pull out his phone, ignoring the text from the 3Pabos group chat for now to see how much time had passed. It's only been about 25 minutes. He pushed himself out of his chair to walk back out.

"Hello how are-" Jisung stopped in his tracks as he realized who it was. It's like he can't get away from this man. "…you?"

"We're fine, thank you." We? He didn't see until now but there were other two guys that came with him. "And you?"

That caught Jisung by surprise, threw him off from the script he has gotten so used to at this point. "Oh uh, I'm doing good. Thank you for asking." Despite his best efforts, it came out much more awkward than he wanted it to be.

The stranger squinted his eyes, almost as if he was looking for something inside of Jisung, before smirking and going back to his friends. Jisung just stayed standing behind the counter for a moment before preoccupying himself with checking the stock of guitar strings and picks that he had behind him. It was just a look, a simple stare from a man who squinted his eyes, but Jisung could feel his heart-rate pick up. "God I don't know anything about him but my gay ass can't handle this man." He's bisexual but it was still true. He doesn't even know what why he was doing this, he checked the stock before the teens came into the store. So he turned back around and pulled out his phone, pretending to scroll through social media to seem busy.

"This is where you got the CD's from?," one of the stranger's friends said. He had ginger hair that barely reached his shoulders and was slightly wavy, like he had brushed it out that morning. Monolid eyes with dark pupil, hidden behind rectangle glasses that sat on his long nose. He had a wide mouth that revealed a charming smile. His squared jawline was a little softer but still had an edge to it. "It's kinda cute. What do you think Seungmin?"

"They got pretty good music, for a small store," the guy Jisung believed to be Seungmin said. He was taller than the other two but not by much. He also had monolid eyes that were a bit closer together. Dark hair that was so fluffy, it looked like he had small dog ears at the side of his head. He had a big button nose that he knew artists would live to draw. His cupid's bow was much more pronounced than the first friend, lips wide and full. "You know how to pick 'em Minho."

Jisung lifted his eyes just a little to see if the man he met yesterday reacted. And of course, he did. Minho. It was a pretty common name but it fit him so well. It was a strong name, one that stood for intelligence and bravery. Jisung went back to his phone before he started being creepy again.

He did his absolute best to not eavesdrop on their conversation but then again, they were the only customers in the shop at the moment. He learned that the ginger-haired man was named Jeongin and he shares an apartment with Seungmin. He also learned that three of them are opening a tattoo studio in the building across the street. Well, it's not only a tattoo studio. From what he heard, they're also a piercing studio, albeit small since the three of them are the only employees at the moment.

Ok now he really needs to not eavesdrop. He finally opened the several messages that were sent to the Group Chat.

Dweakki-Hyung

**Custom sticker of a pig-rabbit peaking from behind a wall**

Yo

When are we meeting up again?

It's been almost two months and a half and my schedule's been pretty open for a while now

Wolf Channie-Hyung

I'm actually free this weekend. We can meet at my place this time. Does Saturday sound good to you guys?

Dweakki-Hyung

Works for me

Jisung?

You free?

Dweakki-Hyung

…

Jisung?

You there?

Wolf Channie-Hyung

He might just be busy. Why aren't you busy Binnie? Don't you have cars to be fixing right now?

Dweakki-Hyung

Im on my lunch break

**Middle Finger**

Dweakki-Hyung

I know damn well you're not busy for almost an hour

You're not gonna bail on us like the last few times right?

Wolf Channie-Hyung

Bro chill. He'll text us when he can.

I don't think he'll bail this time. He's been telling me about this he's been writing for a while.

Han Quokka

I'm here.

I got a few customers right now.

Dweakki-Hyung

Whoops

Sorry Han

Jisung was about to reply when he heard the voices of the three men get closer. He pocketed his phone and walked up to the counter. "Hello, did you find everything alright?"

"Yup," Seungmin said, not really looking up as he reached into his pocket to grab his wallet. Jeongin was hanging behind the two, eyes wandering onto the guitars behind Jisung. Jisung finished ringing up the few CD's they got, another AC/DC album and a Nirvana CD, but the one that caught his attention was April Wine's The Nature of the Beast.

Jisung furrowed his eyebrows a bit and looked at Minho. He already bought this CD yesterday so why would he be buying it again? Jisung must've been tilting his head a bit because next thing he knows, Minho's tilting his head to match him. There was a smile —or a smirk—, but other than that Jisung couldn't tell what expression he had on his face.

"That one is for me. The others we're sharing between the three."

"That's one way to put it hyung," Jeongin said.

"Oh…ok then." Jisung nodded his head a little too exaggerated as he bagged the CD's. "That explains it."

Jisung wasn't able to say what the total was before Seungmin reached over and paid with his card. "Seems like a nice guy," he thought before grabbing the receipt and putting it in the bag. "Have a nice day and, welcome to the block. It's nice to see that building finally be used."

"Thanks," Minho said, grabbing the bag from Jisung's hands before Seungmin could snatch it. "Maybe I'll keep seeing you around."

"Maybe," Jisung stuttered out.

Minho blinked at him before following Seungmin and Jeongin out the door, falling back into the conversation they had before. Jisung now stood alone, behind the counter, once again trying to process what the fuck just happened. He was fine. That didn't mean anything. Surely he wasn't going to see him again. He wiped his hands on his pants before pulling out his phone.

Han Quokka

I'm free this Saturday.