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                                   Every girl wants a bad guy that will only be nice to her.

Donghae couldn't stand watching it. He just couldn't. It was unknown to why he would ever want to lose to someone like him. Was it because he wasn't that type of guy that would be mean to everyone but her? But then again... he was pretty much mean to everyone that he came across except his grandfather and his friends. But there's also the thing of not really being the type that would go out and check on a girl every thirty seconds to see if she was okay. Oh no... he was more of the type of guy that would give everyone the cold shoulder at times. Why? Well... that's something that was never clear to anyone. As a child, he had a rough time with people in general, mostly because he lost his memory at the age of six.

"Donghae..." the familiar voice of his grandfather called out to him as he looked at the customers outside the family business. His grandfather was a kind elderly man. Well not exactly elderly because he was healthy enough to have some extra years than the average sixty-two year old and once pissed, he can be one of the scariest people out there

The young male looked up and looked at his grandfather, glaring at him. He didn't want to go in just yet. But because he took care of him ever since he could remember, he had to respect his grandfather when it came to being called upon. A sigh escaped past his lips as he walked back into the store, looking at his grandfather. "What is it, halbae?" he asked.

His grandfather smiled. "I need you to deliver something." He gave Donghae a huge package with an address written on it. "It's a special request that was made by a friend's daughter..."

The boy groaned as he took the package. "Do I even have to, halbae?" he asked, whining quite a bit. It didn't take long before his grandfather glared at him and pushed him out the door. He sighed as he began walking towards the door, not knowing if it would be a good idea to ask which daughter it was. Donghae had a fair idea of who the daughters of his grandfather's friends were but he wasn't entirely sure of who was who's daughter.

"Why does halbae even have to do that to me and push me out of the door like that?" he muttered as he looked at the address on the box. His eyes widened as he saw that he was to bring it a small cafe, although the place was more like a bakery since that was supposedly their specialty. "I don't remember any daughter that worked in a bakery cafe, let along one that is called Cafe Tokki." He began walking in the direction of the cafe according to his knowledge of the area. He had past by that area several times along the years but he never really noticed the place. It never really caught his eye because it was so hidden.

Taking a deep breath, he walked onto the property and into the shop. It was small and quite cozy. Surely, it wasn't a place where one would want to throw a rowdy party or anything of the sort. "Umm... hello?" he said, as he stood at the counter which no one occupied. It was as if the place was abandoned or no one was taking care of it. He looked at the cake in the bake and being a boy with a rather curious nature, he walked towards it and took a look at the cake. He shook his head at how unattractive it looked. In fact, anyone could gag just from the look of it. From what he knows, or has learned, presentation is th key to making someone want it. And when it comes to cake, if it looks good, it'll taste good.

Looking around, he put the package that he was delivering to the side and started to get to work. He carefully scraped the decorations of the cake off, making sure that he didn't take out all of the frosting that was on it. From the smell of the frosting, he could tell that the cake would have to probably be consumed soon or else one would get extremely sick. But he knew that if the ones that were receiving the cake would eat it within that day, the chances of being sick were slim. He slowly started to decorate the cake, putting his full concentration into it.

What he didn't know was that there was someone watching him from the doorway. Or at least peeking from behind it. It was a girl, slightly older than he was, maybe by a year or two. She bit her lip as she watched him from afar. She had known things about him from what she had heard from his grandfather and she heard from someone that he was going to deliver a package to her that day. However, because she was shy, she was utterly captivated by how beautiful he looked. She took a deep breath as she looked at him. Her hair fell over her face as a small feeble squeak escaped her lips.

Being a man with keen senses, Donghae turned around and looked at the girl as he finished up the cake. He quickly separated from it and looked away, not saying a word. That was the thing about him. He was never really the type to say sorry even though he really should say it.

The girl blinked and looked at the cake and her lips. Never in her life, or at least her life of being in that bakery, had she seen such a marvelous and utterly scrumptuous looking cake. watered as she looked at how beautifully the cake was decorated.

Donghae blinked as he looked at her, somewhat. He wasn't really looking at her since he was looking at the cake he had just decorated. "Uhhh.... are you the girl that I'm supposed to deliver this package to?" he asked. He wanted to break the silence and leave as quickly as possible.