she sells seashells (with hutch!)

She's not really sure whose idea it was, but Miyeon would like to have words with the one responsible! Even if there was a high chance that it was Miyeon herself.

Because now she was melting under the heat. Truly, Miyeon couldn’t wait until summer ended! 

Hutch pokes her side, calling her attention to their little stand. “Miyeon, you can’t slack off now, this was your idea!” Oh. So it had been her idea.

Miyeon sighs and begins to whine. “But Huuuuuutch!” She slides down further on her chair, “It’s so hot out!”

Hutch huffs, and turns. In quick movements, they manage to force Miyeon to stand and fold and store the chair she had been resting on.

Miyeon blinks, a bit dazed at how she had been manhandled (bunhandled?) so quickly and efficiently. The way Hutch had looked so determined while maneuvering her doesn't escape her notice.

“How did you even do that," she states more than asks.

“You know I have plenty of experience handling naughty imps.”

Immediately, her mind is filled with images of Hutch confidently wrangling imps into submission under strong, but gentle hands, never once being overwhelmed by their amount, regardless of how many were around them at any given point.

It must’ve been obvious how she was not fully focused on the task at hand of selling their shell decor, especially given how next thing she knows, Hutch is repeatedly clicking their fingers in front of her face, with the tiniest frown they can muster.

Grabbing her shoulders, Hutch looks her straight in the eyes. “You wanted to sell these cute shells didn’t you? So sell them," they gently scold.

She sighs, but one look at Hutch is enough to fill her with the determination to empty their stock. 

She breathes in, plasters the widest customer service smile she can muster, and calls loudly to any bun who happens to walk by. “Shell jewelry and accessories! Shell jewelry and accessories! For you and your imp! We have matching sets, collars, leashes, and exotic pieces! Come all, come all!”

From the corner of her eye, she sees Hutch beam, and wave more buns in their direction.

—

Despite the initially slow and rocky start, they managed to sell everything. The excitement of their success thrummed in her body, enough to make her jittery with pure, unadulterated joy.

She couldn’t help herself as she giggled and smiled while she and Hutch counted their gains of the day. At first, their agreement was that Miyeon would have the major part of their gains since she was the one that had collected the shells and come up with the idea, but now that they were done, she felt that Hutch deserved much more.

She ignored all their hesitation at accepting the extra money. “I am adamant about it, Hutch. You did much more than just help me set up. You helped motivate me, and were integral to every step of the process.” She proclaimed. “Be a good boy and accept it.”

Hutch flushed a deep shade of red, stammering incomplete phrases in their off-guard state.

They tried to fight her more on it, but seeing how fixed she was on it, they quickly gave up. Not before making a mental note to give her a discount the next time she passed by the Imporium.

“If you really, really, want to repay me, then let’s go out together sometime soon,” she said with a wink. “I’ll be more than glad to accompany you, anywhere.”

She let her tail brush against the exposed skin on their legs and toyed with the leash they wore. However, there was only so much teasing Hutch could take in a day, and that just about tipped them over the top. With the sweetest blush she had ever seen, Hutch stammered a nonsense response and quickly dashed off, in the direction of their shop, only lightly tripping over their own feet in their haste to escape.

Miyeon giggled to herself. It was no trouble that Hutch ran though, she would visit them soon. She would make sure that their date would happen, and that Hutch was comfortable and happy all throughout their time together.

“So cute,” she murmured to herself before finishing gathering all her things and happily heading home, already planning what she’d do the next time they met.