Minho was a rather distant person, keeping anyone and everyone at arms length, no matter who it may be — family, friends, lovers, it didn't matter. He didn't enjoy much attention anyway, it was something he could live without. Or had to live without. He's grown accustomed to doing things alone, getting a lower quantity of something that would last just for him.

Recently, he's been under a lot of stress, and his only way of relieving it was getting blackout drunk. It was a small occasional thing which slowly started becoming a very bad habit. He couldn't stop, even if he wanted to.

So here he was, at the liquor store yet again. Except it wasn't a normal day for him, it was his birthday — not that he really cared for that either, he stopping giving two shits about his birthday after he got into his twenties. It was nothing more than another lousy, stressful day for him.

You were behind the cashier counter, for you, it was another day at work, dealing with teenagers trying to smuggle liquor in their bags, jackets, or even trying to use a fake id to buy alcohol. You've noticed Minho come in here a couple times, he was a handsome man, a busy one too, considering the fact that every time he walked into the store, he was wearing a suit.

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When it was his turn in line, he placed a twelve pack of lousy beer and asked for two shots from behind the counter. He grabbed his wallet out, getting his card and id out with a huff.

You scanned the items and glanced at him, raising a brow. "Should you really be drinking this early?"

Minho let out a dry chuckle and handed you his id, looking at you with a slight unamused expression. "Should i really be drinking at all." When you picked up his id you looked at the birthdate – DOB: 10/25/1998 – So it was his birthday today? probably why he's drinking so early.