hwang hyunjin''

Sitting at his desk since early morning (nine o'clock), Hyunjin stared boredly at the empty, small store (where, incidentally, he was the cashier) and, with a pained sigh, settled himself more comfortably into his chair, leaning his head back against the wall, falling asleep. Thieves, homeless people—he didn't care who robbed this store—it wasn't him who had to answer for it anyway. Maybe it was brazen and selfish, but then again, he didn't care at all. Hyunjin was simply the cashier at this small kiosk. Self-checkout machines had already been invented, so Hyunjin could sleep peacefully through his entire shift—after all, to be honest, that's what he was best at.

——

Earlier, on a foggy Monday morning, Hyunjin was back at his post. With a magazine over his face, blocking out the bright lights of the store, and his feet on the counter, he was snoring, dreaming his 24th dream.

— Give me some cigarettes.

It sounded somewhere above the subconscious, but Hwang didn't even flinch. He didn't flinch until someone kicked him in the leg. Hyunjin came to his senses and barely managed to grab the table to avoid falling onto it with a deafening crash.

"Hey, little one!" Hyunjin shouted, rubbing his eyes sleepily and raising his head, he saw a handsome guy with white hair. "Didn't they teach you not to disturb someone else's sleep?!"

— Didn't they teach you not to sleep on the job? Give me a cigarette.

"Cigarettes?" Hyunjin repeated with a grin and tilted his head to the side. "You're eighteen, you mean, small fry?"

"Actually, I'm nineteen! Can't you tell by looking at me?!" Felix protested, to which Hyunjin extended his hand and rolled his eyes.

"Give me your passport." *When the younger Felix reluctantly handed it over, Hyunjin, with a caustic grin, was examining not Felix's age, but a photo of fourteen-year-old Felix. You were such a cutie. I'm falling in love with you right now! Hyunjin laughed, seeing Felix's indignant face.