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Make My Day | MYG
Just a small thing based off a real life moment that just makes me 🤗 no smut no plot not really anything to warn about. yoonmin version on my ao3
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Today was a day. Working in retail is and always will be physically and emotionally draining and every shift has you questioning why, only to be reminded by the never ending alerts from your bank account of the answer.
Just a few more years, your debts will hopefully be less and you can move somewhere else in the middle of nowhere and never have to use your fake customer service voice again.
That’s the dream.
But for now, you’re minding your business, have barely spoken a word to your managers or coworkers because you’re tired after a six day workweek with hours varying between six and ten hours a shift, and you’re just done.
The few customers you did take, were complete assholes. Whether it’s bitching about the return policy, complaining about lack of discounts, or just ranting about the line that shouldn’t have been thirty minutes long (it was five to ten maximum, but go off, Karen), they all had something to say to test you and your patience.
Luckily, you’ve worked in retail for far too long that the yelling and the cursing and the name calling do absolutely nothing to you anymore. If anything, it makes you giggle internally. Except that one time you accidentally laughed out loud and that set off a whole new tirade about being disrespectful to the old white guy that was calling your younger coworker incompetent trash.
Because you know, it’s not the same thing. It’s different.
So you stayed quiet for a vast majority of your shift, letting your coworkers handle customers and you handled the go backs, organizing and reticketing those that needed it. You didn’t even notice Yoongi coming up to your station until you turned around, jumping in place and almost shouting.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Yoongi. Don’t do that!” You whispered, always afraid a customer would hear you curse and another tantrum would be thrown.
“I said your name.”
“Well, I didn't hear it.”
“I said it like three times.”
“Liar.”
“You can’t prove that.”
You couldn’t even look at him or bring yourself to continue arguing. You just roll your eyes and go back to your go backs, ignoring him. You have to ignore him.
You’ve had a small crush on Yoongi for a few months now. He’s sweet, funny when he wants to be, soft spoken, his long hair usually up in a half ponytail. He’s beautiful. It doesn’t help that he loves to loiter around your station, bothering you with random questions and comments.
It also doesn’t help that he's in a very serious relationship and has been for years. So he’s strictly off limits.
But there’s nothing wrong with a little friendly flirting, right? As long as you don’t act on it. As long as he doesn’t act on it.
So you keep your space, both of you talking only while clocked in, and keeping the conversations as vague as can be. You will not be responsible for any breakups. You will just admire him from a distance.
Yoongi doesn’t seem to know about this, though.
“You good?” Yoongi speaks after a moment of silence.
“Mmm.” You hum, nodding, eyes glued to the clothes you’re reticketing.
“You don’t seem good.”
“I can’t always have a sunshine personality, Yoongi. That’s not me.”
“Fair.” He shrugs, grabbing the go backs you’ve deemed ready and taking them to the fitting room to be sorted. You sigh, wanting to curl up under the tables and hide until closing.
You go to break later, quickly inhaling something overpriced from the vending machine and a lemonade, before returning to your station.
That’s when you see it.
It’s ugly, honestly. An almost cropped jacket that is Barbie pink and fuzzy. The price tag makes you want to throw up. This jacket should not be in the three digit range. Absolutely not. It’s hideous.
It’d look stunning on Yoongi, though.
You look around, there’s probably one or two people in line, but there’s more than enough coverage from your coworkers to handle the front of the store. You grab the hideous jacket, heading straight to the fitting room where you know Yoongi is hiding from customers.
When you turn the corner into the employee only area, he’s hiding in his usual corner, just out of sight of the camera back there and on his phone. When he looks up to see you come in, he smiles, putting his phone away.
“You need another rack? Didn’t we just switch them?” Your other coworker, Miyeon, questions and you’re quick to shake your head.
“Nope.” You look at Yoongi, holding out the pink monstrosity, “I need you to make my day better and put this on for me.” It’s half a second before anxiety creeps in that he’d call you weird and say no.
But he’s admitted before to trying on women’s clothing back here when there’s no customers, doing full on fashion shows in designer dresses with the rest of the floor team.
He’s even shown you pictures that made you fight the urge to zoom in on his butt and comment.
Which is why he happily takes the jacket from you, slipping it on in an instant and putting his hair down for extra dramatic effect.
“How’s it look?” He grins, doing various dramatic fashion poses for you.
“Absolutely stunning on you, ugly as hell on a hanger.” Miyeon replies, making you hum in agreement.
“I make everything look good.”
“Oh, shut up.” You roll your eyes again, unable to hide the smile he’s caused.
“Anything else? Heels? A dress?”
“You two are weird” Miyeon rolls her eyes with a smirk. Her eyes catch onto the little television screen above the racks of clothing that shows the front of the fitting room. A couple people approach the front, and Miyeon sighs, leaving you both to tend to them.
You watch her interaction with the customers, the slow dread feeling from earlier settling back in.
“You sure you’re okay, y/n?”
Your eyes drop to the floor, taking a deep breath before looking back up at him.
Yoongi is so pretty. His smile is adorable and comforting.
“Just a shit week. I’ll be okay. Thanks for putting on the jacket.”
“You’re welcome.”
You give a small smile back, turning to leave when Miyeon returns.
And that’s the extent of your interaction that night.
But, of course, it doesn’t always just end there. You don’t see him again for three days, schedules always being misaligned. But when you do, he’s stepping out of the fitting room in line of sight from your work area, pink fuzzy jacket on and a stupid grin to go with it, posing like an idiot to make you laugh.