It's lulling really. The same thing happens in Jisung's life every day. It's rinse, wash and repeat. He wakes up to the blistering sound of chickens and cows making their presence known, prepares to go the bakery, works in the bakery, and gets back home to the chickens and cows.

There's nothing wrong with that. A simple quiet life in the country side. A nice job, if one excludes the extreme penny-salary. Han Jisung loves his job as a waiter in The bakery. It's a diner his uncle owns, that is cleverly named.

It's lulling because the diner is a ghost town, except for when lunch time comes by. The 80's inspired tables shine, and smell like pine gel. The checkered plastic tiles are paling and thinning from all the bleach he is insisted to use.

Country songs Jisung has memorized word for word drag on in the background. They always sing about the same things. Love, Sadness, and God. And sometimes in a blue moon, the songs are about their mothers.

Lunch time is soon. Jisung counts down the ticking on the clock with fixed eyes.

As the bell on the entrance door rings, Han gets up from the cushioned red booth he was sitting in.

"Wakey, Wakey, Sung. Eggs needs frying and coffee needs brewing" Jisung hears a voice he considers to be chipmunk like say.

Uncle Taerae is the type to say things one would only ever hear in looney tunes the show.

He's so comical it's annoying.

"I'm on my way" Jisung chuckles lightly. He straightens his apron over his baby be blue striped shorts.

The shorts are short. It's not his fault. Uncle Taerae refuses to to spend money on anything. Not new uniforms, not new machinery, not new couch plastic, nothing!

He's Mr crab in the flash.

Customers swarm in. The men working in the newly opened mine. The women who farm rice and wheat two blocks away. That one old couple that always makes time for this diner.

Mr and Mrs Kimhan never go a day without telling Jisung how cute and hardworking he is. They tell him that his pancakes are the tastiest they've had. That's a lie. Mr Kimhan was a highly sought-after food critic back in his younger days.

So the eggs get to being fried and the coffee is brewing in a old iron cast teapot over the blue gas flame.

"Good day Honey! Lovely day isn't it ?" Mrs Kimhan starts. Her warm smile shows off her beauty. Wrinkles, freckles and all.

Jisung feels warmth spread over his face. He embarrassingly loves when Mrs Kimhan calls him Honey.

No one else does that. Not Taerae, not any other regular customer, and definitely not the chickens.

"Yeah, there's a lot of sun today. How are you Mrs Kimhan, Mr Kimhan ? You're glowing today" Jisung says, wiping over a table he already cleaned.

Mr Kimhan is right by her side. Glued to her hip. This has to be that love that some people are willing to die for.

"Good good dear. Happy to see you, my dear. And yes, I just had my hair done. Donny paid for me" She gushed, softly patting Mr Kimhan's brown-pants clad thigh.

"I sure did." Mr Kimhan says gruffly.

He's always grumpy. It's a part of him eveyone in Boa has come to love. Given that  everyone knows everyone in Boa. The population count is 266 after all.

"Should I get your regular?" Jisung asks, eyes lovingly admiring the couple.

They nod in response, re-reading a menu that they must have memorized at this point.

Everyone that is a regular in the diner eats the same meal over and over. Again, its rinse, wash and repeat in Boa.

"Add a waffle and whip cream to the mix" Mr Kimhan says. That's odd. Kimhan hates sugar.

Today must be a special day.

"Coming right up Sir"

•

A criminal is on the lose, and is traveling across the state. He has stolen over 300000 dollars worth in jewelry. And more money from petty robberies. Keep your establishments safe and contact your nearest authorities if any suspicious activity occers in your area.

It was a normal day for Jisung. Up until the radio announced this criminal news. Normally, he would have not given it a care, and continued about his business.

But it's 12:40. The bakery is buzzing with life and busybodies that want food and music.

The bell rings. Someone has entered the diner, this late in the rush hour.

He's wearing black. In this heat. Black slender jeans, black t-shirt, black shoes, black hair and black pistol too.

"On the floor now! Everyone!" The man with shiny luscious black hair commanded.

And that's how Jisung met Minho. At gunpoint.

A/N

Have a lot of free time, so I'm going to have courage and put all my ideas into ink.

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