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Thanos presses his palm against the door, a chime of a bell ringing as it opens. All he wanted was a cola from his local convenience store, and, hopefully, to see that cute guy who worked the evenings. The store was cold, enough to make his arms prickle, though he didn’t mind. It was just in and out.
He heads to the back without checking who was working, instead focused on getting his drink. As he opens the door to the fridge, he feels a blast of freezing air hit him, causing him to breathe in harshly. Quickly, Thanos grabs the bottle that he desired, some name brand cola that read in english.
As he trails slowly to the front, Thanos lurks around the snack aisle, his jaw jutting out as he considers getting something. He was a bit peckish… He figures that he could at least eat whatever he picks out later if he doesn’t now.
A small chip back catches his eye, simply flavored with barbeque seasoning and seemingly delectable. Thanos plucks it up before strutting to the counter.
He was working tonight.
“Hello, sir.” Myung-gi put on a professional front, seemingly stiff, though he adorned a genial smile.
“You should know me by now.” Resting his treats on the counter, Thanos hums out his words in a sing-song voice.
Myung-gi gives a single chuckle. “Hello, Su-bong.” He corrects. Myung-gi makes quick work to scan the items and place them in a plastic bag, one printed with ‘thank you’ on the side. While pressing a few buttons on the cash register’s screen, Myung-gi addresses Thanos with simple conversation. “It’s been a while—” A week. “—Where have you been?”
“Aww, did you miss me?” Thanos coos teasingly while reaching for his wallet.
“You used to visit nightly.” Now Myung-gi looks back to Thanos, tapping his finger on the card reader.
Thanos follows Myung-gi’s nonverbal order, tapping his card against the reader and waiting for it to scan. “I get caught up in things, y’know.”
“Is rapping busy work?” Now is Myung-gi’s turn to tease, a smug grin on his lips. Thanos scoffs, placing his card back into his wallet.
Thanos composes himself, tilting his head to the side. “I gotta make money somehow.” He states blankly, and Myung-gi giggles. That simple sound was enough to make Thanos feel something deep inside of him, something he had felt every time the pair chatted.
“Is that everything?” Myung-gi questions, that placid smile and lidded eyes still on his face.
Thanos considers for a moment, for once seeming hesitant before he masks with feigned confidence. “How ‘bout your number?”
This catches Myung-gi off guard, blinking twice and sitting up straight. He doesn’t even move as the receipt is printed. “Ahh…” Myung-gi averts his gaze, his hands coming together on the counter.
An uncomfortable feeling rests on Thanos’ shoulders now… He shouldn’t have said that. “My fault…” Thanos murmurs, clearing his throat. Myung-gi has noticeably grown red, his ears flushed, and for a moment Thanos worries that Myung-gi was genuinely upset, or embarrassed.
Just then, Myung-gi tears off the receipt, but instead of handing it over, he picks a pen from a cup and quickly scribbles something down on the back.
“Here.” His voice is meek, and a similarly small smile is now on his plump lips.
Thanos stares for a second before taking the paper, along with the plastic bag of his purchases, and smirking. “Thanks.” Slowly, he backs away while observing Myung-gi, before swiveling around.
“Text me!” Myung-gi calls out as Thanos exits the entrance, his body leaning over the counter.
“Will do.”