Oranges
Author: redishlove
Characters: Wooyoung + NG
Genre: Lust
Rating: PG +13
Words: 364
Summary: Wooyoung bit down on another slice. ‘I don’t go to school. Got kicked out my senior year.’
‘Have a good day sir!’ I said politely as an old man walked out the store.
‘Honestly, I think he’s going to die soon.’ Wooyoung lazily spoke as he stretched his legs. I rolled my eyes and went back to my cash register to put a five dollar bill in carefully. I swear I could take off one of my boots and throw it at his head!
Wooyoung is so lazy; sometimes I wonder how he even got his job. When I came in, he was sitting by the window, staring outside, playing around with a pen in his hands obviously waiting for me. Once he saw me, he was in my face saying all this nonsense that I missed him or I couldn’t live without him. I didn’t miss him. I can live without him.
‘Hey,’ I turned to see Wooyoung juggling oranges. The precious oranges that I adore in this heap of junk, ‘Do I amaze you?’
‘You amaze me, with how stupid you are.’
Wooyoung tossed me an orange, ‘I guess that’s a start.’ He chuckled, started to peel the orange. I sighed. This guy is weird beyond belief. We talk as we’ve known each other, but I know nothing about him.
‘I don’t know you.’ I bluntly spoke. Wooyoung looked at me, popping an orange slice in his mouth.
‘You do you mean?’ he asked.
‘I know nothing about you. Your age, where you live, what school you attend.’
Wooyoung bit down on another slice. ‘I don’t go to school. Got kicked out my senior year.’
My eyes widened. ‘Kicked out? Why?’
He shrugged, ‘I got into gangs.’
I laughed hysterically, is he kidding me?
‘What’s so funny?’
‘You? A delinquent?’
Wooyoung walked up to me, staring me down. He took another slice of orange, eating it in front of me. ‘I’m not really the badass I was anymore.’
‘Really?’
‘Yeah,’ he came closer, almost towering over me. I instantly stopped laughing. He looked straight into my eyes, not giving any thought about how close we were. His breath tickled my nose and lips. The orange scented breathe made my arms weak and knees almost buckle. Damn those sweet oranges.