JENSOO CONVERTED ONE SHOTS

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Jisoo never liked medicines.

She despised drinking cough syrups, vitamins were almost unbearable - chewables are an exception - injections and shots - oh god, She loathed them. Needles were okay and it never was on the list - A memory passes of when she was seven, showing off her classmates a finger with little to no calloused skin sewn of needles.

Jisoo made an effort to work on a whole period of basic maths and her mother, As well as her homeroom teacher. They would give her a piece of her own bizarre mind - much more to them wondering how the hell did an elementary student sneaked needles in her school bag? Her mother's scolding fit would have to extend until dinner but that's all another story to tell.

Jisoo has time, indeed, as a pharmacist on a night shift. But that's a far more distant topic looking back years of her childhood.

The sun had been sleeping long opposite to her when the clock reads a quarter after one in the morning, The city never sleeps and so does this drugstore, set foot somewhere along the streets of the restless city.

As said and proving that Jisoo is a walking oxymoron, she's a pharmacist.

Eight years of being stuck in med school and after a whole agitating year struggling to wear off the post-college anxiety plus the numerous infuriating job applications - she had finally landed on the road to a stable life by acquiring a stable job.

It's two train stops away from home but it's better than nothing, Better than her living off her mother when she's nearly on her late twenties. It's normal, but Jisoo is a stubborn child who promised herself and her mother that she'd buy her own apartment the moment she earns enough paychecks to afford never coming back to the nest.

Customers come thin when it's after ten, that's when she's lucky. Twelve when it's weekends and for some reason everyone just had to simultaneously buy their maintenance in the middle of the night.

Tonight, a monday night or frankly a tuesday morning - whichever of the two - the place is empty and she feels like a tumbleweed in a desert.

The bell dings in such long intervals, Jisoo can't see anything beyond the entrance but an empty pavement with minimal cars strolling by in silence. It's cashier night for Jisoo, an assignment she have never had a liking for, Solely by the reason of having poor social skills. But she's a bit grateful not having to deal with a huge tide of locals and city people coming in the store.

"You pretty much know how to handle this so, you know, just knock if ever you need help yeah?" Joohyun said hesitantly, albeit this favor have been asked one too many times before. The pharmacist can only reckon she's been making out with Seulgi or doing god-knows-what.

Jisoo could only nod from the aisle where she was initially stacking newly-delivered analgesics and heads behind the counter with no other option. Besides, compared to them, she's just a few months old in this store.

Joohyun is kind and so is Seulgi, and maybe this her own sort of practicum, So there's no need to question the authority.

Always been like that.

Joohyun asks, Jisoo complies and the customers won't be coming in sooner than four in the morning.

Oh well, not always.

Fifteen minutes after two, the bell dings for what it seemed like forever and there, A girl was bursting through the doors - plural since it's a two-way one, but the girl managed pushing both with no struggle. The pharmacist perks up, fixing her posture, ready to welcome the new customer.

The new customer . . . Jisoo would say she's not like the others, as much as how rubbed of a description that is and believe her when she says she's not into cliches.