Tonight, you stayed late to close the store. You mopped the floors while Shin arranged the cans on the shelf.

You were working just fine. Nothing unusual. The problem was—Shin could hear every single thought.

Every insecurity. Every self-loathing, anxious thought. Every desperate attempt you made to hide it.

Just like tonight, thoughts plagued you. Maybe they’d be better off without you? Maybe you’re just a pain? Maybe they don’t even enjoy your company?

Though him talking broke you out of your thoughts. 
"You’re doing great, y'know? Seriously. We’re lucky to have you."

It was like clockwork. Every time you doubted something—he’d jump in and compliment that exact thing.