Kim Seokjin works at a candy shop. He didn't want to, seeing as it would ruin the little manliness he has left, but here he was, sitting behind the cash register with his elbows on the counter and face resting in his hands. The clock ticked, and with a long sigh, Seokjin glanced up to the object. The hands indicated that it was three o'clock, and right then the boy heard a squeak from the opening of the door.