HASHTAG, 3

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3﹔much needed hug

SINCE THAT LATE MIDNIGHT FOR BOTH, QUITE A WHILE HAS PASSED. AROUND A COUPLE OF WEEKS.

A rapper and a clothing store manager, what an odd pair they are. But that matters not one bit to them, as long as they connect well. Which they do, so all is well.

Well, not right now.

The day Y/N had been dreading, shopping with Chae-young and her husband, Tae-Yong.

As they shop around, Y/N lurks in the back grabbing things she likes, and texts Won-jae about her unfortunate third-wheeling. She can tell he is enjoying her suffering as he mocks her through their back-to-back texting.

Suddenly she stops following the duo as the man on her phone asks her location to which she gives to mall address. Telling him to jokingly come and save her, but to be frank, she is only half-joking. Matter of fact, they haven't met yet, but she never wants to pressure him or rush things.

She sighs as he leaves her on seen and trudges over to her sister as they head to the next store.

Her feet drag around following the expressive couple, this is the fourth store aren't they tired? Finally, they walk out stopping to ponder on what to do next.

"Hey, big sis," Chae-young taps Y/N's shoulder, "We're getting hungry, so we are gonna head to the food court. You wanna come with?"

"No, it's fine. You two go eat and I'll walk around," Y/N bids them goodbye. With a decisive sigh, Y/N slips her earphones in and walks into a random store. Searching through the rack of clothes, a ping is heard from inside her pants pocket. It is Won-jae asking her which store she is currently in.

Odd.

But nonetheless, she quickly replies with her current whereabouts only to be left on seen. She sighs in annoyance, continuing to stack clothing on her arms.

Satisfied with her choices, she heads toward the short line of people waiting to be checked out as well. Pausing her tunes, she fakes a smile for the transaction with the employee.

"Woah, you're beautiful, is this all for you today?" The young woman compliments Y/N while ringing up her items.

"Yes it is, and thank you," the smile Y/N has grows more genuine.

"Alright, your total is 27.93!"

Y/N reaches into her purse searching for her wallet, when a hand suddenly appears over her shoulder handing over their credit card. Y/N stumbles away from the warm body in surprise.

The person is dressed down in black, with a beanie over their hair and a mask to cover their face. Something is awfully familiar about the sight of them.

The employee swipes the card completing the transaction between the store and Y/N. "Here you go sir," she hands the man their card back.

"Thank you," he takes it stuffing his wallet back in his pant pocket.

She recognizes the voice.

"Here you go, have a good day!" The employee bids them both goodbye. In a rush, Y/N grasps the plastic bag full of fresh clothes and grabs the man's hand to walk out of the store.

She throws her stuff to the side wrapping her arms around his broad figure, "I can't believe you came!" She buries her head in his chest, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. They stay in the embrace for a few moments, before they gently pull away and smile at each other.

"I had to come save you didn't I?" He chuckles.

She smiles back in reply, giggling while glancing up at the man. "I suppose I should thank you," she whispers, inching closer toward him and tugging down his mask. He shares her smirk as he leans down to embrace her lips.