Brush her hair out of her face for her.

“No, don’t touch me.”

Xiumin pouts. “Why not?”

Kyung groans, rolling her eyes. “Don’t you pull that face on me, Kim Minseok.”

“But…”

“Just don’t touch me or my hair.”

“But I just want to brush it out of your face so it won’t get in the way.”

“I’m sweaty.”

“So? You get sweaty when we do it every night, too!”

Kyung’s mouth agape, startled. She looks around and realizes that most of the customers—along with her amused manager and co-workers—must have heard what he said. They’re all looking at their direction, looking totally interested as though they are watching a TV show.

She smacks Xiumin’s shoulder.

“Ow!”

Red spots flare on her cheeks. “I don’t like it when I’m sweaty and people touch me.”

“But I touch you every—”

“Kim Minseok!”