"Two packs of cigarettes please?" I asked, putting the money on the counter.
"ID please." The employee said rudely.
"Why?" I asked, the old shop keeper always sold them to me.
"You look too young to be smoking." He said harshly, I rolled my eyes; he looked younger than me.
"And you look too young to be even working." I said, he rolled his eyes too.
"ID please." He said again with more force than last time.
I cursed under my breath, and left the shop in a huff.
It wasn't that I was addicted to smoking, it was just nice.
The next day I went to the same shop, the old shop keeper working there today.
"Hey Younghyun-ssi, two packets of cigarettes please." I said, he looked like the brother of the guy from yesterday.
He shook his head.
"Sorry (y/n), we've got to ID now." He said, tapping the notice which had been hand written.
"Fuck this." I said, leaving and going home.
The next day, I walked into the same shop, this time not to buy cigarettes but to buy drinks for my friend who was staying over.
"Just these two drinks." I said, putting the fruit teas on the counter, the shop keeper taking them.
I looked up to see the younger boy, I read his name tag, he was Jisung.
"No cigarettes today?" He asked smirking, and I noticed the post-it note notice had been taken down.
"I'm 18, I can buy fucking cigarettes bitch." I said to him, showing him my ID, "But no, not today."
He looked down, a little guilty.
It wasn't that I was annoyed I couldn't buy cigarettes because I forgot my ID both days.
I was just frustrated that anyone could be so rude to me.
"(Y/n)..." He said as I took the drinks after paying.
"How do you know my name?" I asked, as I was about to leave.
"Younghyun-hyung..." He said, I scoffed.
"Don't talk to me rude bitch." I said, taking my drinks and I left, leaving him shocked.
The next few weeks flew by, school was tough, and I completely overcame my stupid smoking past time.
I was so naive to believe smoking was cool, what an idiot.
I entered the corner shop which I hadn't done in about a week, going to get a paper for my dad, a couple of drinks, ramyeon and bread.
Today's server was Jisung.
Great.
"Is that all?" He asked, looking in my eyes, I looked away.
"Yeah, that's it thanks." I said, smiling weakly.
I heard something fall onto my buys, it was a packet of cigarettes.
I smiled weakly still, handing them back but saying thank you.
"I don't do that anymore." I said, he nodded and put them back in the rack.
I left the shop, hearing someone running behind me.
I turned around, seeing Jisung following me, pulling on his jacket.
"Why are you following me?" I asked, he smiled.
"I wanted to ask what happened?" He asked, with a uneven smile.
"I gave up, simple." I said, he looked proud.
"Why are you so cocky bitch? You're probably the rudest person I've ever met." I said, it was an exaggeration, but he was being annoying.
"I did something right, I saved your life." He said, smiling.
I couldn't help but smile to myself, which thankfully he didn't catch.
"Don't you have to work?" I asked.
"No, Younghyun-hyung is,
My shift finished 5 minutes before you came in." He said, I was a bit shocked.
"You stayed on, to serve me?" I asked,
confused.
"You intrigue me." He said nonchalantly.
"I'm glad someone takes an interest in my life." I said, nodding.
"I'm glad to be that person." He said, smiling like an idiot.
"You're cute." He said, pinching my cheeks as I stared at him.
I punched his arm hard and he stopped pinching me.
"Ow, and feisty." He said, chuckling at this.
"Maybe you should have told me to just stop smoking?" I asked.
"Does anyone listen to an order? If I had told you directly, that annoying bitch in you would do the opposite, don't you think? Being indirect is the best way." He said, I nodded.
"Come on (y/n), let's get you home." He said.
"I can walk home myself." I said, he chuckled.
"I know, but I want to talk to you." He said, I blushed slightly and he followed me, chatting away, as we went to my house.
