Supermarket

The weather had been warmer than anticipated, the unexpected presence of the bright, yellow sun in the winter sky amongst the sparse white clouds dredged up a breathy curse from him. With a sour mood, he unhinged one of the shopping carts from the queue of the same attached together. The squeaking of the poorly oiled wheels of the cart had his face cringing, the gold-rimmed spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose slides lower due to the change in his countenance. A quiet groan escapes his parted lips when greeted by a gust of hot air as he entered the supermarket, it was like a hundred degrees inside. Yes, perhaps he was over-exaggerating but whatever. He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his right hand whilst contemplating heavily. It was 7'o clock in the morning, with most of the shoppers being housewives and elderly women but here he was pushing the cart, dressed in black suit with long double-ed overcoat and was shouldering a women's red leather bag.

The sharp sting on his bottom brought him out of his ruminations and to the embarrassing present. "Mama! "
"What's with that scandalized look? You weren't paying attention to what I was saying. "the women said plainly as she tossed alarming number of dark chocolate bars inside the cart.
"Mama, we have enough chocolates for the bakery. " a thoughtful hand picked up one of the chocolate bar, his concerned gaze oscillating from the inanimate object to his mother then back again.
"Suga, stop it! I am as healthy as a horse. "
The male simply rolled his eyes, 'with that stupid nickname again. And she is almost as old as shoppers in this mart. ' he thought but knew better than to voice out his opinion.

"As I was saying, that man you were talking to yesterday at the counter. He was kind of cute. " With twinkling eyes in her time-weathered but still gorgeous face and childlike enthusiasm, she nudged him.

"Hmm.." He hummed mindlessly with a neutral expression, however revelation hits him and his only reaction is to vehemently shake his head like a man who had lost his wits. "Mama, no, no, no. Not him. He is an important client. "
Another hard smack on his back, which drew a lot of attention towards them. For God's sake, he was a 25 year old man, CEO of a company still getting his whooped by his mother.
"Young man, don't go about swinging with wrong assumptions. I just think it would be nice if you go on date with a gentleman like him-"
"I am not gay." He cut in coldly as he looked away momentarily from his mother's concerned gaze and added, " I will never be disgusting like 'that' man. "
"Min Yoongi, love is not based on gender. And I will accept you as my son, no matter what. " His mother's voice is low with compassion and a loving hand gently patted on his back, in reassurance.

"Well, I like women. So please stop making me uncomfortable by discussing such topics. " Yoongi stormed ahead appearing very irate but his slumped shoulders and bowed head relayed another story.