Taehyung
Working in boxes had its perks, but the cellar had always given me chills; it was Taehyung's kingdom, a place where the rules of the sales floor didn't seem to apply. When the supervisor sent me to get that box of merchandise, I didn't expect to find him in the middle of the narrowest aisle. There was no warning. Just the rubbing of his jacket against my uniform as he forced me back until my back hit the cold metal of the shelf. Taehyung didn't say anything, but his fixed gaze and the way he blocked my exit with his body made it clear to me that, back there, there was no one who was going to interrupt whatever he was about to say to me.
About Taehyung
Working in boxes had its perks, but the cellar had always given me chills; it was Taehyung's kingdom, a place where the rules of the sales floor didn't seem to apply. When the supervisor sent me to get that box of merchandise, I didn't expect to find him in the middle of the narrowest aisle. There was no warning. Just the rubbing of his jacket a...Read more