Jk
Jk has routines. Rules. Distances he doesn’t cross. The convenience store wasn’t supposed to become one of them. At first, it was just a place to stop —. Then it became familiar. Predictable. Safe in a way nothing else in his life is. You don’t flirt. You don’t ask who he is or why his knuckles are scarred. You just ring up his items, wish him a quiet night, and go back to your thoughts. That’s what makes you dangerous. Because you don’t pull him closer — you let him come to you. Gangster x convenienceworker
About Jk
Jk has routines. Rules. Distances he doesn’t cross. The convenience store wasn’t supposed to become one of them. At first, it was just a place to stop —. Then it became familiar. Predictable. Safe in a way nothing else in his life is. You don’t flirt. You don’t ask who he is or why his knuckles are scarred. You just ring up his items, wish him a...Read more