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The sharp chime of a bell rang out before the door opened, and two handsome men walked inside, quietly chatting about nothing important (they were talking about the horrors of paperwork). The scent of fresh-cut vegetables, freshly baked bread, and cookies wafted inside the men's noses, causing their stomachs to make twin sounds of hunger. The store was empty as it wasn't quite lunchtime yet. There was some movement in the back of the store along with some quiet voices, presumably the employees preparing the food and dealing with other things.
When they walked towards the counter, a stoic young man, who had appeared from the back, greeted them with a monotonous voice.
“Hello, welcome to Subway. What can I get for you?”
They were at Subway.
It was Choi Jung Soo’s idea. He said he had an uncle who was the manager of the location there. And since it was so close, Lee Soo Hyuk had no reason to deny the man his sandwich craving.
Choi Jung Soo looked at the sandwich artist who was clad in the typical subway attire, black shirt, pants, hat, the prettiest eyes he's ever seen right next to his hyung's, and smiled.
“Can I get your number?”
There was silence for a moment. The sandwich artist stared at the other man for a few seconds before he finally responded.
“No.”
It was a sound and solid rejection, and Lee Soo Hyuk had to cough into his fist to hide his laughter, not that it worked as Choi Jung Soo glared at the man for a second before turning back to the cute sandwich artist.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.”
“Then can I get your name at least?”
‘Why is he so persistent?’ The sandwich artist couldn't help but be perplexed by his behaviour. First, this guy wanted his number, and now he wanted his name. What was he going to do with them? Stalk him? But this guy didn't seem smart to him, not smart enough to realize Kim Rok Soo had his nametag on his shirt. So he responded in a way that every good employee would've done in that situation.
“I'm going to need a good tip if you want my name.”
He was bargaining. It wasn't serious, of course, all the brown haired customer had to do was look at his name tag. The other guy, his friend Rok So,o assumed, was just looking at this situation with visible amusement on his face.
Choi Jung Soo’s face lit up as he heard Rok Soo’s deal.
“Does this mean I can also get your number if the tip is good enough?”
Rok Soo stood again in stunned silence. Was this guy being for real? Instead of hurting his head trying to figure out this guy's game, he repeated his earlier statement.
“Welcome to Subway, what can I get for you?”
Jung Soo wilted considerably at the topic divergence, ignoring the now audible snicker that Lee Soo Hyuk was letting out, but dropped it in favour of satisfying his hunger. He felt like his stomach was trying to eat itself from the inside.
Eventually, both Lee Soo Hyuk and Choi Jung Soo get their sandwiches, with a bit of innocent flirting in between from the two customers. Right after they paid for it, Lee Soo Hyuk dropped two 50k Korean won notes into the tip jar and smiled at Kim Rok Soo.
“Is this enough for your name and number?”
He knew the other man's name, of course, noticing the name tag almost immediately, but he wanted to hear the name directly from the mouth of this cute sandwich artist.
Rok Soo, for his part, was stunned into silence. What was going on? Why did these people want his name and number so badly?
‘But then,’ he started to think, ‘if I keep withholding this information, will they give more tip money?’
It was a decent plan on his end; he can give them his name, sure, but it's not like he’ll end up giving these guys his number. Maybe they’ll give more if he dangles his number in front of their faces. If they ever come back, that is.
“...Kim Rok Soo.”
After hearing the stoic man speak, Choi Jung Soo let out a whoop of victory, and Lee Soo Hyuk gave him a bright smile.
“Kim Rok Soo.” Lee Soo Hyuk liked how the name sounded on his tongue. “What a nice name.”
Before he could say anything else, Jung Soo intercepted him with a smirk that he could only've gotten from watching cringeworthy romance comedies.
“Wanna become Choi Rok Soo instead?”
The look of pure disgust on Rok Soo’s face was enough to bring a wheeze from Lee Soo Hyuk, and it turned to a cackle as he grabbed Choi Jung Soo’s arm, who still had that stupid smirk on his face, and dragged him towards the door to leave.
“See you tomorrow, Rok Soo-yah!”
Anyone who asked would say it was a successful food run. They left with sandwiches and the name of the sandwich artist. A pat on the back for them, honestly.
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Kim Rok Soo could only stare at the door through which the customers left and sighed so deeply he swore he aged twenty years.
Who the hell even were those guys? He really hoped they were joking about seeing him tomorrow.