Verizon Boy
Title: Verizon Boy
Author: fwalpaca
Pairing(s): Mark/Yugyeom
Rating: G
Summary: This is what happens when two pretty people work at kiosks located next to each other.
Author's Note: True story. Kind of. He works at Verizon Wireless, hence the title.
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Mark blinked at the barista across from his booth, who was doing a little dance after completing a customer's beverage. The other boy didn't realize he had been watching, when he finally looked up, he was extremely surprised. Before he could see the smile Mark made at their sudden eye contact, the barista turned away while still flustered.
Mark chuckled lightly, shrugging it off when his coworker asked what was so funny.
He later discovered the barista sneaking glances into his booth from his peripheral vision. He didn't try to look up, worried he might embarrass the boy some more. But he smirked a little bit, pretending to be reading on the (blank) screen of his phone. Mark thought the barista was quite cute.
His manager later came over, asking if he wanted anything from that same café. He declined respectfully, he didn't fancy caffeine all that much, giving him little to no reason of going over to the coffee kiosk and sparking a conversation with the staff.
He smiled a little pathetically, he knew he wasn't all that outgoing. He worked at a phone service booth, the job didn't really require all that much people skills, more so that he could actually do his job correctly.
Mark recognized the barista though, this wasn't the first time they had shifts at the same time. But he hadn't given him much attention, since he didn't seem to require any phone services from the company Mark worked for.
At the end of his shift, he retrieved his jacket from the compartment underneath the counter top. While putting it on, his manager quickly briefed him on his next week's schedule. A little thought crossed his mind, wondering if any of those shifts would coincide with the cute boy at the neighbouring booth. Mark smiled as he waved goodbye to his coworkers, he made his way to the parking lot, in which he had to pass the coffee place.
"Well, I was going to clean it... But you told me not to!" Mark heard a slightly high pitched voice complaining; the voice of the very same boy he had been admiring not too long ago.
"Oh my God, Yugyeom, you're so dramatic." Another worker at the café replied, continuing to instruct the boy to do something else.
Mark slipped by unnoticed, as both baristas had been preoccupied with working towards closing time. He slid his hands into his pockets and kept walking, maybe he'd buy a coffee some other time.
"Oh, shit." Mark heard the cute boy mumble faintly.
Then followed by another annoyed shout of his coworker. "Yugyeom!"
Just maybe he'd buy a coffee some other time.
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a/n: I am Yugyeom.