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the adjustment bureau
in which sunggyu plays the role of an unfitting hero, and it really would have been better had woohyun not butted in.
a/n: what.
"that's 2,700 won." the cash register dings. "thank you." the plastic bag crumples. the door slides open, have a nice day.
happy mart ©. a one-stop place for all of your happy needs. as a college student struggling to find his place in society, sunggyu can't really complain about the minimum wage and green-striped collared shirt sticking to his back. or, he can, but mr. lee is watching from the far corner, so there really isn't much he wants to do but get out of here.
sunggyu glances around the store filled with bright colored boxes and ahh, refreshing drinks, complemented by the soft music filtering through the store's old speakers. it's not desolate or anything. maybe it's because sunggyu is so bored out of his mind that the grandmother in aisle two is inspecting two boxes of the same things a bit too slowly, or the kid clinging to his mom's apron is being way more annoying than he usually is. maybe it's because he's hungry, or his back is hurting from all the rain. whatever it is, this place doesn't seem like much of a happy mart.
mr. lee would like to disagree with a stern cough. sunggyu wonders if mr. lee can develop laser vision from glaring so much. or cataracts.
ugh. sunggyu digs the heels of his hands into his eyes. fucking mondays.
"and how much to put a big smile on your face, sunggyu-sshi?"
no, the syllable echoes in the back of sunggyu's conscience. it must have filtered through his mouth, because there's an audible frown from across the counter. "i mean, how can i help you today, sir?"
the man (though, sunggyu is being too kind by calling him a man; he looks more like a distraught neet with nothing else to do but flirt with sullen convenience store employees) smiles brightly, a befitting image of happy mart ©. "your face," he says, "would look so much nicer with a smile on it."
sunggyu openly grimaces. what is wrong with this guy. "are you going to buy something, sir, or are you just going to stand there and mock me―"
"i just want to see you smile." the jerk grins, but it's not as carefree as the previous one and there is something written in those eyebrows that makes sunggyu's stomach sink. "your lips look pretty fuckable, too, if you'd ask me."
"what," sunggyu manages to say before there's a screech and a crash and a burst of flames right outside the store's automatic doors. a disheveled man (orangutan, dinosaur, same difference) stumbles in and laughs nervously, "hey, you got a fire extinguisher or two?"
so sunggyu finds himself standing outside on a particularly drizzly monday morning with a fire extinguisher in one hand, a banana milk in the other, trying to beat out the weird fire that's burned the only tree on the street down to crisps.
"this is weird," sunggyu says. the neet smirks. he has a fire extinguisher too, but of course he's not really using it properly so sunggyu tries not to look. "please stop looking at me like that."
"i wasn't kidding," and sunggyu wonders which part he's referring to. never mind, he doesn't wonder, he doesn't care at all. "you're really cute, sunggyu, you know that? i like how seriously you scan canned tomatoes and pocari sweats in the morning."
the flames flicker weakly for their dear lives before sunggyu sprays the last bit of foam, just as a couple of curious cop cars pull up to the scene. sunggyu looks up, a bit warily he'd like to add because no one just casually admits that hey, i stalk you routinely every morning without you knowing. "what's your name, anyway?"
before the creep can reply (sunggyu wasn't really expecting anything anyway) the other man (man, there is a hormonal imbalance here today) comes running by and steals sunggyu's banana milk and drinks the entire carton in front of sunggyu as if that is perfectly acceptable. sunggyu almost loses it.
"ah, wow, that was refreshing," the stranger blurts, "do you have a bathroom?"
why, sunggyu wonders. "yeah. inside the store." the neet glances over, bottom lip snug between his teeth. sunggyu tries not to grin at the insanity of this.
the man's face dims then glows as he rakes his fingers through his dyed blue hair. "the door is locked, could you help me open it?"
"how," sunggyu manages to get out before he reaches in for his keys and makes his way to the door. the blue haired man tags along, but not before clapping a solid hand on the neet's shoulder and smiling a really toothy smile.
"if you wouldn't mind." the dinosaur says no more and prances off into the store. sunggyu frowns, the neet frowns, and the next day, sunggyu is promoted to the home plus in the other half of town where his blue collared shirt doesn't stick to him or make him stick out.
"what," he says to a shelf of cereal.
what is his name?
this is based off the movie adjustment bureau and it's really stupid, i just wrote this because i was so bored and wanted to write something and i won't continue this lmfao
in which sunggyu plays the role of an unfitting hero, and it really would have been better had woohyun not butted in.
a/n: what.
"that's 2,700 won." the cash register dings. "thank you." the plastic bag crumples. the door slides open, have a nice day.
happy mart ©. a one-stop place for all of your happy needs. as a college student struggling to find his place in society, sunggyu can't really complain about the minimum wage and green-striped collared shirt sticking to his back. or, he can, but mr. lee is watching from the far corner, so there really isn't much he wants to do but get out of here.
sunggyu glances around the store filled with bright colored boxes and ahh, refreshing drinks, complemented by the soft music filtering through the store's old speakers. it's not desolate or anything. maybe it's because sunggyu is so bored out of his mind that the grandmother in aisle two is inspecting two boxes of the same things a bit too slowly, or the kid clinging to his mom's apron is being way more annoying than he usually is. maybe it's because he's hungry, or his back is hurting from all the rain. whatever it is, this place doesn't seem like much of a happy mart.
mr. lee would like to disagree with a stern cough. sunggyu wonders if mr. lee can develop laser vision from glaring so much. or cataracts.
ugh. sunggyu digs the heels of his hands into his eyes. fucking mondays.
"and how much to put a big smile on your face, sunggyu-sshi?"
no, the syllable echoes in the back of sunggyu's conscience. it must have filtered through his mouth, because there's an audible frown from across the counter. "i mean, how can i help you today, sir?"
the man (though, sunggyu is being too kind by calling him a man; he looks more like a distraught neet with nothing else to do but flirt with sullen convenience store employees) smiles brightly, a befitting image of happy mart ©. "your face," he says, "would look so much nicer with a smile on it."
sunggyu openly grimaces. what is wrong with this guy. "are you going to buy something, sir, or are you just going to stand there and mock me―"
"i just want to see you smile." the jerk grins, but it's not as carefree as the previous one and there is something written in those eyebrows that makes sunggyu's stomach sink. "your lips look pretty fuckable, too, if you'd ask me."
"what," sunggyu manages to say before there's a screech and a crash and a burst of flames right outside the store's automatic doors. a disheveled man (orangutan, dinosaur, same difference) stumbles in and laughs nervously, "hey, you got a fire extinguisher or two?"
so sunggyu finds himself standing outside on a particularly drizzly monday morning with a fire extinguisher in one hand, a banana milk in the other, trying to beat out the weird fire that's burned the only tree on the street down to crisps.
"this is weird," sunggyu says. the neet smirks. he has a fire extinguisher too, but of course he's not really using it properly so sunggyu tries not to look. "please stop looking at me like that."
"i wasn't kidding," and sunggyu wonders which part he's referring to. never mind, he doesn't wonder, he doesn't care at all. "you're really cute, sunggyu, you know that? i like how seriously you scan canned tomatoes and pocari sweats in the morning."
the flames flicker weakly for their dear lives before sunggyu sprays the last bit of foam, just as a couple of curious cop cars pull up to the scene. sunggyu looks up, a bit warily he'd like to add because no one just casually admits that hey, i stalk you routinely every morning without you knowing. "what's your name, anyway?"
before the creep can reply (sunggyu wasn't really expecting anything anyway) the other man (man, there is a hormonal imbalance here today) comes running by and steals sunggyu's banana milk and drinks the entire carton in front of sunggyu as if that is perfectly acceptable. sunggyu almost loses it.
"ah, wow, that was refreshing," the stranger blurts, "do you have a bathroom?"
why, sunggyu wonders. "yeah. inside the store." the neet glances over, bottom lip snug between his teeth. sunggyu tries not to grin at the insanity of this.
the man's face dims then glows as he rakes his fingers through his dyed blue hair. "the door is locked, could you help me open it?"
"how," sunggyu manages to get out before he reaches in for his keys and makes his way to the door. the blue haired man tags along, but not before clapping a solid hand on the neet's shoulder and smiling a really toothy smile.
"if you wouldn't mind." the dinosaur says no more and prances off into the store. sunggyu frowns, the neet frowns, and the next day, sunggyu is promoted to the home plus in the other half of town where his blue collared shirt doesn't stick to him or make him stick out.
"what," he says to a shelf of cereal.
what is his name?
this is based off the movie adjustment bureau and it's really stupid, i just wrote this because i was so bored and wanted to write something and i won't continue this lmfao