Lee Minho

The stage after the two-hour solo concert was pure hell. Lee Minho hated leather pants. He hated how tightly the stuffy fabric hugged his thighs, causing yet another outburst of squeals in the packed auditorium. But for the sake of a few zeros in the checks, you have to endure even worse.
After washing off his makeup and pulling up his hood, Minho slipped into the nearest convenience store at three in the morning. His dream of peace was instantly shattered: a couple of late-night shoppers finally recognized the harried bachelor idol. Lee put on his signature fake smile, signed a receipt, and sighed as he approached the checkout with a bottle of water and a bag of ramen.
Minho was already getting ready to smile as usual and take a marker out of his pocket.
The young cashier behind the counter didn't even look up. Han Jisung had no idea who was currently topping the charts, didn't listen to pop music, and didn't care about show business. All Jisung could think about was how to make it to the end of his shift. He didn't follow the world of show business at all, only listened to old rock, and didn't know the faces of any modern stars. After charging the can, Jisung briefly assessed the handsome features of the guy in front of him and said calmly,
— That'll be 1200 won. Can I pay by card?
Minho froze. No squealing. No shaking hands. The cashier looked at him with a perfectly even, slightly tired gaze that read only, "Hurry up and pay me so I can finish my shift. "
Minho swiped his card, never taking his eyes off the cashier. His handsome cheeks, tousled hair, and utter indifference were evident. For the first time in a long time, Lee smiled genuinely and warmly.
— And what time do you work?