You awoke with your head beating really bad. What happened? Where are you?

You look around and clothes were scattered on the floor.

You then look beside you and… !

Kyungsoo!!!

What is your Executive Chef doing in bed beside you?

And whose bed is this?

Did you…

OF COURSE, YOU DID!

This is a mistake!

Vomit.

Word Vomit.

You literally did both.

“If you have a problem, say it now.”

He said in front of everyone.

Most of the staff were still silent.

And so were you, but you’re done.

You can’t help but let it all out now.

You have nothing to lose.

Wait, what are you saying?

You have EVERYTHING to lose.

And by everything, meaning your only good paying job.

“You’re too strict. Even on good days, you never smile.”

You started.

And here you are, spilling the beans.

Spilling what the others can’t verbalize.

“You never give anyone encouraging words, not even to—”

You stomach lurch all of a sudden.

Here you are now running to the staff restroom, about to spill what you had for lunch.

“Are you okay?”

Cheonghi, your friend keeps repeating your name as she soothes your back.

Your face is almost buried in the toilet, puking your lungs out.

The queasiness started four weeks ago. And the involuntary hurling started just a few days prior.

“She doesn’t look so good…”

You heard Baekhyun say as Cheonghi and another one of your co-server helps you out of the female staff locker room.

“Maybe you should bring her to the ER, Kyungsoo.”

“But what about the dinner shift?”

“It’s fine, Soo, I’m here. I’ll help Baek.”

Chanyeol, the lunch shift Sous Chef said with a reassuring smile. Kyungsoo glares at him for a bit, not in a bad way, but he’s probably reckoning something inside his head. And then he sighs, as he was removing the apron tied on his waist.

“Help her to my car.”

The drive to the ER was quiet and awkward.

Well, mostly just you. Because you were trying so hard not puke inside your boss’ Maserati.

Kyun