"Ow!" I flinch and his strength. "Why so rough?"

 

"Because you are so clumsy!" He snaps.

 

"Why do you care if I hurt myself?" I pull my hand away from his grip. "I can take care of myself, thank you very much!"

 

"Why do I care? The question is why should I care!" Yongguk raises his voice and clenches his fist.

 

"That is a good question!" I spin around and go to the back room, where the First aid kits are kept. I disinfect my cut and wrap it in gauze.

 

I walk straight past Yongguk and right to my first family.

 

"I see you ate it all!" I chuckle at the boy's empty plate. "Your opinion?"

 

"Well," the boy smiles to himself before looking at me. "I know you cooked the food, so I can't really give my opinion on the CHEF's cooking."

 

"Hehehe... That was a lie..."

 

"Huh? But I heard you tell that other guy that you cooked."

 

"Yeah, well, I did fry the chicken, but Han, my boss and the chef, made the sauce and the presentation. It was my first time anyway..."

 

"Oh, okay." The boy sits up in his seat. "It was amazing! The best sesame chicken I have ever tasted, and I come from a place where I have my own five-star chefs, so I know good."

 

"Perfect! So I can keep my job?" The boy nods and I hug him with all my might.

 

The family pays and heads towards the door.

 

"Thank you for such a wonderful meal." The mother says.

 

"And noona," the boy takes my injured hand and brings it towards his face, "I hope we see each other again soon!" He places a light kiss before pulling on my arm to bring me closer. "Not only did I get to meet you, but I also got to make your boyfriend jealous!" He whispers.

 

The family says their last goodbye before leaving.

 

I quickly turn around and look at Yongguk, who looks like he just snapped out of an intense glare.

 

Is he the person that kid was talking about? Him, my boyfriend?

 

Suddenly, I feel my cheeks growing hot. Yongguk and I are two opposing forces that can never be together...

 

No matter how handsome he truly is, or how addicting his voice is-

 

WHAT THE HELL?! He-Jin! Snap out of it!!

 

I hit my head a few times before walking past Yongguk to stand by the serving counter.

 

•  •  • 

 

The last of the customers leave as the clock nears 7:00 pm.  The restaurant returns to it's peace and quiet, no sound of people chatting, or forks hitting plates. Just emptiness.

 

Han comes out of the kitchen and puts the closed sign on the door, just as some people knock on the window.

 

"Please! We have been searching for this place for a long time! Please, let us in!" One guy pleads.

 

Han turns back to us. "Can one of you stay please?"

 

"I'll do it." I raise my hand.

 

"And I'll stay too, to help clean up afterwards." Yongguk raises his hand.

 

"But-"

 

"Thank you, you two." Han nods. "The rest can go home."

 

Five of the six blonds and Hangeng wave goodbye and leave the building, as six new people enter.

 

Six men walk through the door, all much taller than me. They look in their early twenties, and very handsome- what's with all these good looking guys popping out of no where?!

 

The oldest looking steps towards me. "May I please have a table of six for me and my friends?" 

 

"Of course!" I smile. I pick up six menus and direct them to their table. "My name's He-Jin and I will be serving you today. Please enjoy this authentic Chinese food experience."

 

They order their food, and I deliver it to Han. I watch as he prepares the food. 

 

It's mystifying. The grown man before me sews magic into his food, his hands gracefully dancing across the pots and pan. Spices fly from different directions, adding exquisite flavour to the food.

 

"You're drooling." Yongguk says as he walks past me with cleaning supplies.

 

I quickly wipe the side of my mouth and glare at his departing figure. Han gives me the food, and I walk back out to my customers.

 

"Thank you!" Says one man, instantly diving into his food.

 

"Your welcome! I will be in the kitchen, but please holler if you need something-"

 

"Actually, may we please have some water?" The oldest looking asks.

 

"Dongwoon! Get your own rice!" One yells, slapping the one beside him.

 

"Junhyung! Don't slap the maknae!" The oldest looking yells.

 

"Doojoon! Ask for some sprite, please!" Yells another.

 

"Why are we yelling?!" Yells yet another.

 

"SHUT UP!" The one to my right shouts. He sighs and smiles at me. "Can you please bring out two sprites, a coke and three glasses of water?"

 

"And this is why Gikwang is cool." I hear one mutter.

 

I nod and come back with their drinks. As I'm placing their drinks in front of them, I feel a hand touch my leg, and move up under my skirt, until it reaches my-

 

I quickly back away, spilling the last glass of water onto the one who asked for the drinks.

 

"S-sorry!" I squeal, trying not to get to close. "I'll get some more napkins!" I dart towards the kitchen and straight to Han's side, almost knocking him down.

 

"Whoa! Hold up there!" He chuckles, prying my tiny body off of him. Tears threaten to fall, and Han looses his smile. "He-Jin, what's wrong?"

 

"I- they- leg-" I sob, making my words unclear.

 

"What?" 

 

My answer is cut off by the sound of a table falling to the ground. Han rushes past me and into the restaurant area, me following close behind.

 

Sprawled out on the floor with a bloody nose and a red cheek, is the the man who yelled at everyone to stay quiet. Yongguk towers over him, panting heavily. His hands are balled in a fist, covered in blood. He picks the guy up by the collar, drags him towards the door and literally throws him out. The other five men follow him out, but not before one of them sends the middle finger to Yongguk.

 

Han stands completely stiff, jaw hanging. Yongguk puts back the table and quickly wipes it clean. He then comes towards me and grabs my wrist. He turns me around, undoes my apron and hands it to Han. 

 

"Sorry for the trouble, but we'll be going now. Good night!" Yongguk says cheerily to his boss and drags me out to the bus stop.

 

I don't struggle, or say a word. Yongguk's grip on my hand tightens as the bus draws near.

 

"I don't want anyone to touch you like that." He hisses, continuing to watch the oncoming bus. "I promised I would protect you, and that's just what I'm going to do."

 

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Okay. Sorry if it's short, or stupid, but I was desperate for a YongJin moment (or GukHe, I dunno. HELP ME OUT HERE!!).

 

My exam was MUCH easier than I thought, so I pray I did well. The logic in my house:

Easy exam = marked harder

Hard exam = you just didn't study enough.

 

Um... Yeah.

 

COMMENTARIES!!

Hehehe... He called you clumsy...

The boy... Braaaaaaat (quoting hanma_)

OH NO HE DIDN'T!!

But He-Jin, opposites attract! Take my mom and dad for example... Wow, finally a perfect example...w

You'll stay after hours? Well, aren't we a hard worked, tch.

Yes, what is with all the handsome guys popping out of nowhere....

She's drooling, Yongguk, because like me, she LOVES food!

WHOA! BEAST IS HERE TOO? Aigoo... (I love B2ST, so please don't hate me for making them kinda bad...)

He-Jin, get the pepper spray!!

Beat him up, Yongguk!! Yeah! Left punch, right punch, uppercut!!

Awe! He said he would protect you!!

 

Now for the erted freak... Why is she even-

"Why so rough?"... Girl, 'cause he likes it rough *wiggles eyebrows*

"He turns me around, undoes my apron..." Oh, so now he's undressing you!

KYAAAAAAAAA!! Yongguk and He-Jin moment!!!

 

This girl is the reason I sometimes wake up and find out I've subscribed to a whole bunch of rated fanfic! She's the one who reads over my fanfics and ALWAYS comments about them. She'll find some way to make a simple phrase sound erted...Still love her, though.

 

Riddle time!!!: (message me if you know the answer)

 Until I am measured,

I am not known.

Yet how you miss me,

When I have flown!

What am I?

 

SUPER RANDOM LEARN FRENCH time!!!!

'Mon pays ce n'est pas un pays, c'est l'hiver!'

My country is not a country, it's winter!

 

If any of you recognize the song, I effing love you.

Pardon my... Spanish.

 

thanks for subscribing, and if you haven't, please do! Continue reading (please, oh pretty please) and comment.

 

ARIGATOGOZAIMASU!

 

Title quote: Lana Turner

 

When I found this quote, I thought it fit this chapter perfectly, because not only does is describe the situation in the restaurant, but it holds a bit of foreshadowing....

 

Quenzie: thanks a mil! I kinda wish he would do that to me... Along with my other biases...

 

pretty_rania1: okay!

 

hanma_: I don't know who the kid is, but I agree with you. I looked it up, and the correct spelling is (supposedly) klutz. I always pictured Hangeng just as a super caring friend, but now that you mention it.... And about the riddles, you can answer as many as you like. I don't even know why I still do it. If you had already answered one and created a character, it means that character is coming back for A LIMITED TIME! Get yours now! (I don't know what I just did there....). It's not German 'cause it's in caps. My mom, when she swears, she ends it with 'pardon my French'. I do the same with my A/N, but I change up the languages.

 

Rorridino: then you are SUPER RIGHT!