A/N: so this is unrevised lol i'll go back and change mistakes later B-)

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Minseok wasn’t looking forward to his shift that next night after his encounter with cat boy.

He stood behind the counter fidgeting and mindlessly cleaning things that were already clean whilst mumbling incoherent phrases to that he didn’t even understand himself.

It wasn’t like he was nervous about meeting Jongdae again, no. Okay maybe it was. But Minseok wasn’t going to admit that. He had to cling on to the last bit of pride he had after practically assaulting a customer. A male customer too.

Minseok recalled the discussion he had with his boss, Kris, after explaining the entire scenario…

“Was he…” Kris unsurely began.

“Mad? No, no, he seemed perfectly fine with it. He was smiling the whole time actually.” Minseok nodded.

“Oh my god he was flirting so hard with you, oblivious little—”

“Shut up, Lu.”

“How much did he tip you after the meal?” Kris asked seriously.

“15,000 won.”

At that, Kris quietly walked over to Minseok and stared down at him before patting the employee on the shoulder. “You must have done a pretty good job then.”

Minseok tried to say something in protestation but Baekhyun and Luhan burst into laughter.

“Well the food business is all about quality customer satisfaction.” Kris added, grinning at the wall with a plaque on it for ‘best pancake house in Seoul – 2013.’ He then turned and exchanged a low-five with Baekhyun before heading back into the main part of the restaurant.

Minseok’s face fumed red as he scrubbed powerfully at table eight. He wasn’t fired, which was a good thing, but he’d probably have to listen to constant teasing from his colleagues for the remainder of his life.

He wasn’t completely sure he could live with that.

“Hey Minseok.”

“jESUS CHRIST, LUHAN.” Minseok jumped, startled out of his mind. He smacked Luhan with his towel.

“EW” Luhan yelped. “That was really gross, Minseok. I’m going to have to demote you from friend to acquaintance.”

“We were friends?”

“Not anymore.”

Minseok shrugged and walked back to the kitchen.

“So when’s Tuesday coming over? Did you end up calling him?” Luhan asked, nudging the shorter with his elbow.

“Tuesday?” Minseok thought for a bit. “You mean… Jongdae?”

“YEAH! That guy.”

“No, I didn’t call him and I hope he never comes.” Minseok said.

“That’s a lie. You’ve been blushing and cleaning clean tables for the past hour now.”

“Well maybe you should stop being a lazy and clean some tables too!”

Luhan groaned loudly and gurgled at Minseok before trudging away to tend to the few customers who were sleepily eating pancakes.

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As time passed, Minseok grew more and more tense.

He had already dropped countless things including brooms, pancakes, Baekhyun’s cell phone (which he received a girly beating for), and a dish.

Luhan began to notice this reoccurring reaction from Minseok and walked over when his customers were settled at booths. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked, half laughing as Minseok dropped a syrup bottle.

“I’m fine, I’m just—”

Suddenly, a helmet and leather jacket clad fellow walked in through the door causing Minseok to yelp loudly and dive into booth 5.

“You’re definitely not fine. Get up, what’s wrong?”

Minseok ignored him and peeked over the booth to watch the male gracefully pull his helmet off and ruffle his hair into perfection.

It was Jongdae.

“, he came.” Minseok hissed, sliding back down into the safety of the booth.

“Who? That Subway guy? That’s him?”

“SHHH— don’t point! And don’t talk to me like I’m here,” Minseok flushed a deep red. He didn’t know why he was acting like this, what made him so nervous. “J-Just go take his order for me, please.”

“Well it’s not like I wasn’t going to.” Luhan shot back quietly, making his way over to the customer.

Minseok held in his breath and prayed to God that he could secretly slip into the back room unnoticed until Jongdae left.

Just thinking about him made Minseok turn about sixty-three shades deeper red than he already was. Not that he’d like to admit that either.

“Minseok.” Luhan poked his head around the corner of the booth where he was hiding.

“Holy , Lu, don’t scare me like that.” Minseok whispered harshly, clutching his chest, “What is it?”

“Saturday wants you.”

“Tell him I’m not—”

“He knows you’re here, he saw you.”

Minseok groaned and slammed his hand against his face, pulling it slowly downwards to his mouth. “…He does?”

Luhan pursed his lips and nodded.

At that, the orange haired boy peeked over the booth and saw the one and only smirking wonder pull a hand from his pocket to wave hi at him. Minseok groaned again before unraveling a napkin on the table and taking the butter knife from it.

“Kill me now.”

“Minseok,” Luhan sighed, “You know that’s not sharp enough.”

“That’s what quitters say.”

“Says you.”

“You’re right, I’m acting like a big baby.”

“You are.”

Minseok groaned and pulled himself up from the booth. “Wish me luck then.”

The orange haired boy yanked himself up from his hiding place and huffed loudly. He turned to the dreaded Jongdae and slowly walked over.

And at that moment, the humble IHOP employee’s life suddenly grew interesting.

A/N: wow sorry this is super ing late. I got so caught up with school and everything else I just—im sorry. I promise the next chapter wont be as late hAHA (I cant leave u all hanging there that’s kinda mean) but I’ve been getting a lot of free time in my study hall now B-) so wHOOP hopefully I can write *u*

again, sorry that im a terrible writer. (PLS SEND ME THINGS I CAN WORK ON?? im more photoshopy inclined than writey so hAHA) thanks for waiting u guys!! :D I already have so many subscribers and just one chapter up ;u; I appreciate it so mUCH HNGHGn

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