Your Number? (Yoonmin) |BTS Fic|

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"Do you have any of more these Revels that are on sale in the back?"

"Sorry ma'am, we don't."

"Are you sure."

"Yes ma'am, I just checked a couple of minutes ago."

"Well, could you check again?"

"Ma'am..."

"Just check again maybe you missed them."

Yoongi sighed, plunking his clipboard down of the stack of pop cans he had been counting.
"I'll go check, just for you." He cooed in a mock-friendly tone.

The women groaned and he could hear the faint utter of "finally." Under her breathe.

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he yanked on the handle of the freezer door. There were no Revels. He had checked 3 times in the past hour to please the customers. But to their dismay, no Revels seemed to fabricate out of thin air.

Yoongi glanced around inside the freezer and decided to take a seat on the crates of pizza, enjoying the cool atmosphere.

He rolled his eyes as he glanced at the empty space in the corner where the illusive Revels belonged.

This is the last straw, He thought to himself.

He could hear his mother's voice ringing in the back of his head, reminding him that they need the money.

He groaned and lifted himself off of the crates and pushed his weight into the freezer door, instantly feeling the heat wave set in once again.

He flung the warehouse doors open and stuck his hands in his pockets scanning the aisles for the women who he would have to let down.

"Any Revels?" A squeaky voice asked from behind him.

Yoongi whirled around and ran his fingers through the mint colored strands on his head. "Sorry ma'am, no luck." He sighed, throwing her the most convincing smile of empathy he could muster.

"Kids..." she muttered, pushing past him.

Yoongi shrugged, he was used to rude customers. He made his way back to his stack of pop cans and picked up where he left off in counting.

And then he heard it, the most annoying little beep he had ever heard that he had become all too familiar with.

"Yoongi till 6 please, Yoongi to till 6."

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Okay so this started off really slow but I promise there is a plot, it's not just me ranting about work.