AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, nobody reviewed my first chapter but its okay. I'm in a good mood since I'm not going to summer school and decided to write this up in celebration. Okay, I am literally writing this as I go and have no idea for how the plot line will go so bear with me here.
DISCLAIMER: This is for the rest of the story: I DO NOT own SHINee. Okay, done.
"Sheyla, I'm going to my office to fill out some paperwork."
"Okay." I replied, turning back to my magazine as Granny Chiyo walked through the curtain to her office. She says she's going to do paperwork but she just sleeps. I never disturb her whenever she does that. Her doctor says she needs more rest anyways. Granny Chiyo doesn't give me grief when I read my magazines and eat my Twizzlers on a Saturday. We never have customers. I mean it's the weekend, who wants to spend their day at a bookstore?
Not that anything's wrong with the store. It's actually a pretty good place to hang out. It's kind of like a library. It has four tables for people to read, three computers (one on the counter where I am, and two on the back table), and two couches. I don't usually work Saturdays but I feel bad about the reading lamp (even though Granny Chiyo didn't make me pay) and ended coming in anyways.
I had on the regular store uniform over an over-sized white sweater whose sleeves went past my hands. The sweater, like most of my tops, was off-the-shoulder and showed that I had on a white tank top underneath. My white skinny jeans were slightly flared out at the bottom and covered half of my black, grey, and white basketball sneakers.
Unfortunately (and yet at the same time fortunately), Takashi followed me downstairs into the store. He's right now on the top of my head, reading the magazine with me. Or rather, staring at the pictures of cars he might wanna chase. Granny Chiyo laughed when she saw Takashi following me and let him stay.
"Hello." I started, slightly surprised, as I heard the bell ring. "Welcome to-" I stopped in the middle of my sentence since I saw that my customers were SHINee . . . of course.
"Noona!" One guess as to who that is. Taemin rushed over around the counter and got me into a death grip again. He caused Takashi to yelp and start falling to the floor. My eyes widened and I grabbed Taemin's arms to pull them away from my neck.
"Takashi!" I dived on the floor and caught my beloved pet in my hands. I breathed out a sigh of relief and cradled Takashi in my arms. He burrowed deeper and whimpered from the fall. I whipped my head back to Taemin with a harsh scowl that caused them all to flinch.
"N-Noona. I-I'm sorr-ry." Taemin stuttered so much that all I could do was sigh and place Takashi on the counter. I didn't answer Taemin and checked Takashi over for any injuries while muttering to myself every once in a while.
"Damn . . . Clumsy . . . Why would he not wait until I say hi at least? Damn it." I could see the others looking at me nervously as I finished my check-up. I turned back to the guys and slightly softened as they all cowered. I let out a breath and tried to calm myself. "Just . . ." I started and paused as I took a small pillow from the couch and placed on the floor. "Try to be more careful next time." I put Takashi on top of the pillow and hoped that the fall didn't scare him too much.
"Is it okay?" I directed the worst glare I could at Minho. IT? Everyone but Minho took a step back and left him to suffer by himself. He looked at his sides, noticed he was standing in front, and started to panic a bit. "W-wait, what's-"
"He is not an 'it'!" I cut him off with a snarl. I froze once I saw Granny Chiyo coming out of her back office.
"What's going on Sheyla?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. My expression softened and I looked down at Takashi quickly.
"Nothing." I lied with slight hesitation. I didn't want to lie but knowing Granny Chiyo, she'd make me apologize to the guys for no reason.
"Now, don't you lie to Granny Chiyo!" I flinched as Granny Chiyo wagged her finger at me and got that grandma discipline look on her face. I looked at my feet like a little kid and mumble something incoherent under my breath. "What was that?" I turned bright red as I remembered the fact that the guys were still here.
"Yes Granny Chiyo." I glanced at the guys over Granny Chiyo's shoulder. Taemin had a look of a little kid who just got punished, probably because I'm getting yelled at. JongHyun looked like he was holding in his laughter, thanks man. Kibum had a worried mother look directed at me, I just mentally rolled my eyes and moved on. Onew had on an uncomfortable look on his face, this isn't a picnic for me either buddy. And Minho gave me a worried look, not like Kibum, it was different. I can't quite place it.
"Sheyla! Are you listening?" I snapped out of my reverie and looked at Granny Chiyo's annoyed face. She is always a bit touchy when she's disturbed from 'filling out paperwork'.
"Yes Granny Chiyo." I repeated. I had no idea what I was supposed to have heard but its better not to anger her any further.
"Good." She stated with a nod. "I expect everything to be done as soon as I come into the store tomorrow." My eyes widened. Wait, what was I supposed to do? She walked over the hooks on the wall, and grabbed her coat, cane, and hat before walking out the store. I sighed and looked back at the others. They were fidgeting and looking at anything other than me.
". . . What did she say to do?" I asked. A few seconds of awkward silence ensued. That is until JongHyun's laughter finally burst.
He fell to the floor while clutching his stomach and rolled on the floor. The sight was too much for me to take. The corners of my mouth twitched and I joined JongHyun in meaningless laughter. Soon, the others followed and we were all clutching each other for support. I heard my faithful puppy's bark and felt him wiggling in between us all.
After a few minutes of trying to regain my breath (and failing), I finally got back on my feet with the help of the others.
"Okay, seriously guys, what did she tell me to do?" I asked in between a few leftover laughs. JongHyun almost bust into another laughing series but Onew smacked the back of his head.
"Okay, that's enough." Onew said in between snickers. He regained his composure and turned to me. "She said to dust the bookshelves," I looked at the dust-covered bookshelves and mentally sighed. That's going to take a half hour or a full hour to finish. "Re-arrange the books by genre and series number," My mouth dropped open. That's going to take a good two hours! Maybe three! "And to re-arrange the furniture in a more comfortable position."
I groaned, flopped onto the couch with my head buried in a pillow, and screamed. Once I finished, I got back up and saw SHINee staring at me. Takashi was trying to jump back up on top of the counter. I walked over and placed him on the counter before taking my seat behind the counter and slamming my head on top.
"Noona?" I looked up at the irresistible puppy pout. Damn kid knows his advantages with that. "What's wrong?" He asked while putting his face on top of the counter to make sure I got a full view of the pout. DAMN!
"All those jobs are going to take me hours to finish by myself." I whined. Taemin laughed and grabbed me in a hug again. I growled playfully and tried to push him off. "Get off me, dong-saeng!" I froze and the room's awkwardness count seemed to spike up.
"YAY! Noona called me little brother!" Taemin started jumping around the store. I sighed and regretting calling him that . . . only for a second. Then I saw how happy he was and just let him keep celebrating. "We'll help you Noona!" I jerked out of my reverie and looked at Taemin. He was with the rest and they all nodded their heads . . . well, except for JongHyun.
"Wait, we'll what?" He exclaimed. "Do you know how long that'll take us?" He received another smack behind the head from Onew, along with Minho, Kibum, and Taemin this time. "Is this 'hit JongHyun' day?" He grumbled while rubbing the back of his head.
"You guys don't have to help. Really." I tried to assure them but they were already at work (with some more grumbling from JongHyun). "And you're not listening. Right." I added to myself.
Taemin went into the closet and pulled out some cleaning supplies. "We can start dusting!" He said happily while bringing out almost everything from in there. Wow.
"You never cleaned before, haven't you?" I asked with a sweat drop and tried to hold in my laughter. Taemin blinked at me innocently and tilted his head.
"What makes you say that?" He asked. I laughed a bit and took some of the cleaning supplies from him.
"Well," I started as I put the stuff back. "We're only supposed to be dusting the bookshelves." I paused as I took out three cleaning items. "So we only need a duster, a rag, and some spray. Not a broom, mop, or disinfectant." Taemin blushed and just gave me a big smile. I laughed and got to work.
This is going to take a while.
"FINALLY!" I yelled out as I dropped on top of the couches. I was soon followed by Taemin and ended up with his head on my lap. I absentmindedly started stroking his hair as I looked around at the others. JongHyun looked very comfortable sprawled out on the rug in front of us. Onew and Kibum were on the couch opposite us. Kibum was sitting up-side down and Onew had his head on the arm rest and his feet lay across.
Wait, where's Minho? I looked around but couldn't see the rapper of SHINee. "Hey guys, where's Minho?" I asked turning back to the others and saw that they all crashed. I sighed, placed Taemin's head on a pillow instead of my lap, and laughed quietly when I saw him clutch it like a teddy bear. Once I turned the open sign to close, I went to find Minho.
"Minho?" I called out softly as to not wake the others. I walked in between the isles of bookshelves and kept looking. "Minho, the others are asleep and I need to lock up."
"I'm over here." I turned around and walked towards Minho's voice. Huh, turns out he's in the poetry section of the store. "Sorry about that, I got distracted." I smiled at his unnecessary apology.
"It's no biggie." I replied. I looked over his shoulder to see what he was reading and since he's taller, I ended up tippy-toeing. "Tupac huh? He's a good poet." I commented lightly. Minho nodded his head and kept reading. "Do you know about him?"
"Not really." Minho replied after a short pause. "What is there about him?" I smiled and sat down. Minho raised an eyebrow and I patted the floor in front of me. He sat down reluctantly, causing me to laugh.
"Story time!" I stated, making Minho laugh and understand why I made him sit down. "Tupac's full name was Tupac Amaru Shakur. He was an American poet, actor, and rapper." Minho smiled once I said 'rapper'. "Just like you, isn't it?" Minho just nodded like a little kid and I continued. "Unlike most rappers in America, Tupac rapped and wrote about the hardships in life. And was one of the very few people who did."
"What do you mean, was and did?" Minho asked curiously. He tilted his head like Taemin does and I couldn't help but smile.
"Unfortunately, Tupac was shot.'" Minho frowned and looked down at the cover of the book. "He died in 1996, but his poetry is still read and his rap is still heard to this day." I added to lift his spirit up once more.
"Oh, okay." He looked down once more and the book and seemed to be in deep thought. Hm, maybe he wants to be known like him.
"You can keep that book you know." I said as I got up and dusted myself off.
"Really?" He asked as he got up as well. Minho started rummaging through his pockets for something. He found his wallet and started pulling out a few bills. "How much is it?" He asked with dropping some change. I laughed lightly. He's so clumsy.
"It's on the house, Minho." He dropped his whole wallet when I said this. I laugh louder and helped him pick everything up. "Now help me wake the others up! I have to close the store!" I exclaimed as I turned around to the others.
I froze in mid-step once I felt arms encircle my shoulders from behind. "Kamsa-Kamsa, Sheyla." I blushed as Minho said this and smiled. Once he let go we walked back to the others and woke them up. Now we have one problem, they're all too tired to drive at night.
Where are they going to sleep?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: According to Yahoo, Kamsa-Kamsa is a cute way of saying thank you. So if I get it wrong, go after Yahoo. ^-^ Review makes a happy ChibiLovez! 3
