You’d heard about this guy— nicknamed Kai, but his real name was Jongin. The stories about him ranged from him being the devils incarnate, a spoiled, no good brat to others claiming he was quiet, a loner dressed in Dior. You didn’t know what to make of him, sort of afraid of any possible interactions. However, you’d be forced into it when one day he strolled into the high end store you managed to be employed at. “Are you going to ring me up? You’ve just been staring with your mouth open.” He spoke, breaking you out of your thoughts. You froze, not realizing he’d been waiting for some time while you stood like an idiot.