[CONTENTID1] yehetno [/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2] a million candy bars

fluffy/romantic MarkGyeom[/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3]

Kim Yugyeom liked to believe that it was fate that made him take the long way home.  If, of course, fate could be called a couple of jerks that never left him alone for the sole reason of tormenting him.

On that exceptionally fine spring day, Yugyeom decided that he would take a longer route home in order to avoid the aforementioned jerks.  He'd had one too many rocks thrown at his back.

Yugyeom didn't want to admit it, but roughly two minutes into his plan of avoiding his bullies, he discovered that he was, in fact, lost.  His steps faltered as he scanned his surroundings.  Run down restaurants and a computer repair shop were the first things to assault his eyes.  He was uncomfortable with entering such random and foreign shops, especially while still wearing his uniform.

He continued forward, unsure of how to get himself out of the situation at hand.  He quietly panicked to himself, completely forgetting about the smartphone in his pocket.  Yugyeom was far from composed when confronted with situations that wandered slightly out of his comfort zone. 

The panicking sixteen year old stopped at the intersection; an intersection which seemed to have popped up out of nowhere.  That's when it caught his eye, a run down convenience store with faded lettering in the dirty window, its neglect was evident in almost every aspect.  This should've been a sign for Yugyeom.  Everything about the store told him to turn around and run in the opposite direction for only bad things could happen at a place like this one.

However, if Yugyeom had listened to his instincts, this wouldn't be a story worth telling.  So, in spite of the sense that this corner shop should've gone out of business long ago, Yugyeom crossed the street and entered the dingy little shop.

A small ding of a bell announced his entrance.  The inside of the shop was well kept, a surprise given the thick grime coating the window.  The shelves ran the length of the store, filled with assorted chips and instant ramen cups.  The microwave and warmed pretzels and hot dogs were pushed aganist the wall to Yugyeom's left from entrance.  Directly opposite of him was the refrigerated section with assorted energy drinks and soda as well as water and a small section of beer.  The cashier's counter was to his right, but no one seemed to man the cash register.

Yugyeom took a few cautious steps into the store, weary of its desolation.  The sound of shoes on linoleum drew his attention away from the register.  A man walked from the back, where one would assume that the bathrooms and entrance to the storage room was, making his way towards the register.  Yugyeom silently tracked him with his eyes until he slid behind the counter.

Yugyeom walked forward with a small gulp as nervousness set it.  Would he, whoever this man was, think of Yugyeom as an idiot?  Who gets lost on their way home from school?  A route that he'd traveled hundreds of times.  He'd have to explain that he was a victim of pointless bullying, which seemed almost shameful to admit in front of him.

Within three strides, Yugyeom was face to face with the man.  His eyes flicked down to read the small, black letters on white plastic, Mark.  Mark who had a slim face and thick eyebrows and whose presence suddenly made Yugyeom's heart work over time to continue pumping blood.  In a word, Mark was beautiful. Mark cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow, "May I help you?"

The words were muted slightly by Yugyeom's sudden realization, however, they still brought Yugyeom into focus.  Yugyeom struggled for words, ultimately opting to blindly grab at two of the candy bars in the cardboard boxes in front of him.  He set them on the counter, not even bothering to see what kind he got.

Two beeps later, Mark looked back up, "Cash or credit?"

It startled Yugyeom; Mark's vo