onho; fluff

A really tiny lady steps out from behind it, giving Minho a good once over like he’s a little boy rather than a young man. So many wrinkles says she must be old but her strength is still in tact, clamped onto the clothing Minho wants.

“Excuse me..” Minho bows his head with a small smile. “I’m going to buy this.”

The old lady tugs harder on the clothing.

Minho tries a larger smile, charm on and big eyes blinking those long lashes. “I’m just gonna..” He pulls but still the lady doesn’t give it up. His cutesy look should have work though. It works on everyone.

Minho’s eyes widen as the same trick is pulled on him by an old lady. She even adds with a pathetically old voice. “I need it for my grandson..”

“But..” Minho blinks wide eyes, not finishing his thought that he needs it for someone super special himself.

The lady coughs, hands shaking like she has no strength, but that’s a lie since she’s still got a death grip on the sweater.

Minho thinks, figuring he should just give it up – find something better for Jinki. This isn’t he best. It looks like something he’d want rather.. With a sigh, he looks around, then tugs really hard with a loud shout. “Fire!”

Instead of gaining the clothing with a dirty trick, Minho is falling back into racks of clothes, flailing all over the place with a yelp.

The old lady turns her nose up at where Minho has fallen, limping off in her old age with smug pride in getting the sweater over some ‘punk kid’.

Minho sulks.