spectrum【fem!reader .lookism】

"Well done again today, missy," Yoojun says as soon as she was about to leave. "Here, the boss asked me this morning to pass your salary to you."

There was an envelope in his hands, raised to give to (Y/N).

She looked at him strangely for a bit. "I have two questions."

"What's question one?"

"You didn't take anything from my money, right?"

He laughed. "'Course not."

"Alright." The girl shrugged. Since even if he did and denies it, it's not like she'd know. "Second question..."

"Uh-huh?"

"Why don't you call me by name?"

"Oh, that...why, do you want me to call you by your name?"

"I mean, sure."

"Alright." Yoojun paused as if to add to the dramatic flare to his next words. "(Y/N)."

Snickering, the (h/c) haired girl said, "Why do you need permission to say my name? And like that too?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Just say it."

"Because....consent is hot."

"...What?" She stared at him as if he'd gone crazy.

Who needs consent to say a name, of all things?

"I'm joking!" he raises both arms at the sight of the deadpanned expression she shot him. "You'll find out eventually. For now, it's getting late!"

Coward, she thinks to herself.

But she walked out of the store anyways because there was nothing left for her to say.

Not even a step away, she heard the door open behind her.

"Say," Yoojun peeks out and smiles easily. "What gift would you like for Thanksgiving?"

"Me?"

"Yep."

Hmm...thinking about it...

Honestly? She doesn't know.

A few months back, she was in desperate need for a new pair of earbuds since one side no longer works. But since she already got one...

Shoes? Hm...

"I don't know," (Y/N) speaks. "Just something nice. Or, I don't know, the newest phone in the shop, or something."

Before he can nod and let the matter go, she called him back.

"I won't be here on Thanksgiving, though."

"Really? You're going back to your family?"

"Yeah."

"Too bad, then."

It really is too bad. However, (Y/N), herself, has nothing to give him. So it's fine if she doesn't get anything from him.

On her way home, she was busy trying to come up with what she should give her mom when they get back.

She heard Daniel mumbling something about buying clothes for her one night previously. There's no way she'd let him one-up her.

Snacks? Should I buy her some sweets or pastries?

Well, if she's already getting clothes, then something filling would do as well, right?

It felt as if time had passed by a little too quickly.

The bus ride back home was more peaceful compared to the chaotic ride they had to go through when visiting their grandmother.