#writer meets reader; lhg & kji
strhonggi
Sipping on his morning coffee with a book in hand, Jongin was enjoying his morning, as always. He set his mug down and picked up his toast, decorated by a spread of jam, and bit into it. After a few chews, he washed it down with another sip of his coffee. Upon finishing his breakfast, he started to get ready for another day at the bookstore. He hoped that the one dollar bookshelf was restocked, so that he could take a look at it and pick out something interesting.
After his shower, he dressed casually, slipping into a pair of black jeans and a simple white t shirt. He wore his usual pair of black Converses and went on his way to work. It’s weird how Jongin feels like a customer, rather than an employee at the bookstore; maybe it’s because he spends most of his time reading there instead of organizing. He often sees customers reading an interesting novel and wants to ask them about it, but his damned personality prohibits him from doing so.
Soon enough, he arrived at the bookstore, embracing the smell of the books, both old and new. He walked to the counter and picked up his employee card and hung it around his neck. “Kim Jongin,” it says in black font, with the words “sales associate” under his name, in a smaller font. Immediately, his footsteps took him towards the one dollar bookshelf, in search for old books in need for someone to read them.
