Seohyun’s POV

Standing slightly among other girls, Seohyun felt an eerie feeling of recognition to her surroundings as if she had been to this place. The way the tables were arranged in a petit manner, the odd number on the left and the even number on the right, the way the kitchen stood behind a huge rectangular window where every customer could see the cook’s every action, and the way the store holds a slight Camellia fragrance just enough to trigger her senses. It all seems familiar to Seohyun’s anticipation but never the less very inviting.

“Umm Seo-ssi? Did you take a number?” said a young girl with a shoulder length black hair whom I got to know along the wait. She claimed to be the manager’s secretary and goes by the name Yoona. I can’t lie; she is very beautiful, drop dead gorgeous to be exact, it doesn’t take a desperate blind flirt-ish man to figure that out. She was wearing to my surprise just a sky blue blouse and white thigh length jeans covered with an apron which made her look absolutely casual. No one could tell she was secretary at first glance. I don’t think they could tell even if she wore black suits and shades like men in black, she was just too beautiful.

“Oh yea- wait… you didn’t tell me that they have numbering system for this,” I said stumbling on my own words.

“Sorry Seo-ssi, I thought you knew. I guess you’ll have to be last then,” she said scratching slightly behind her head with a sheepish grin which I do not relish to know the intentions behind it. With my mouth ajar I dismissed her absentmindedly, a few minutes ago I was standing at the front door of this very restaurant waiting to make a good impression but in replace of this wonderful feeling of finally being accepted I had found out that the manager was someone… well not in the best terms with me.

“Yoona-yah any more left-overs?” called the manager from inside his office. He didn’t even glance our way and just kept writing on sheets of paper constantly replacing it with another then another.

Left-overs? What are we? Food?

“Just one Younghwa-yah,” Yoona answered quite playfully.

“Yah, have respect to your manager”

“Nae~” glancing between the so called ‘manager’ and the girl, Yoona, I had the feeling that they knew each other on a personal level- not that I mean anything but… they were acting a little close for people who’ve just met or in other words people who only have a relationship as manager and secretary. I sighed. Just when I had left my apartment the sky was blue as blue as can be and the birds were happily chirping about, seeing as they were just out of their nests to hunt for food. Now, I’m stuck here with a half beaten-to-death of a manager and a goddess who seems to be enjoying the flirting around too much. Hey I don’t blame them but I really need to get home before it gets too dark. I sighed again looking out the window, everyone was scattering for shelter as it started to rain. Great, it’s raining can’t life get any better?

Then a thunder storm came. Oh come on, seriously? A thunder storm?!

“How are you expecting customers to come to this store when all they see is your hideous face at the window hmm?” came a low voice from above me. I looked up to be met with the manager’s intense stare boring holes in me. Taking my chin in his hand he never broke our gaze and scrutinizing my facials, tilting my head left and right. “You could have at least worn crayons if you’re too poor to buy make-ups,” he continued jerking his eyebrows fairly even amused. I slapped his hand away, abruptly standing up.

“What’s wrong with my face without it?” I hissed.

“I told you it’s ugly, hideous actually,” he made his point without any guilt.

“Well if you hate me so much and are going to kick me out anyways, why make me wait?!” I couldn’t help but unconsciously raised my voice at him as I asked. I’ve spent my time here waiting to be accepted for a job finally which now I know I’ll sieve to get and got a bad statement about my face instead and since it’s almost dark and still raining which there’s no way I’m going to be able to look for any jobs later how can I bottle up the furry. He wore a petite look then made his way to his office without giving any answers. I felt my blood boil inside as I fisted my hands supressing my anger as much as I could but really it wasn’t working all too well. He stopped then turned, confused when I didn’t make a move to follow him, put his hands in his pockets and stared blankly at me.

“Well? You’re not coming? Legs too sore from all the waiting?” he asked. I remained silenced.

“What are you waiting for? You want the job or no-”

“Why didn’t you just tell Yoona to send me off if you’re just going to piss me off? Instead of making me wait here when I have other completely better things to do!” I bawled cutting him off when I felt like I couldn’t take another bitter comment coming from him. He kept quiet.

“Why do you have to always make it hard for me? I don’t even know who you are why do you hate-”

“Did you really think I hate you?” he asked monotonously as if reading my mind, his eyes stilled glued on me but they’re half lidded from tiredness and anger.

“Well, all you’ve said to me were bad things, what else could that be-”

“How about a warning so you’d wear something presentable next time you make an encounter with mouth blabbering rich women?” he said sternly cutting me again. I looked down at my garments to find them ripped at the belly button and on my jeans at the knees making it bulge out. I opened my mouth only to close it again finding myself reluctantly agreeing to his statement. He was right, the rich always have a way with their mouths as if it came from hell itself. I know that from experience. There was an awkward silence between us but was broken when he heaved a sigh.

“Anything else princess?” he asked.

“J-just… why’d you make me wait? I could’ve done something else…” I said, I felt that my voice sounded tired. He sighed again.

“You seemed desperate for a job and I thought I would just give it to you when all the girls left, I can’t have them knowing about you or else they’ll use you like the servant you appear to be.”

I couldn’t help but snort. He and his sassy comments got away this time.

“Thank you,” was the only reply I could think of right at the moment. A grin glided itself to his lips, he clipped his fingers and Yoona came visible again with a blue navy uniform that looked almost like a school uniform and ruffled skirt. I almost forgot that she was also around in the café.

“This will be your uniform you’ll be wearing it on your first day of work which is…” he looked at his watch and feigned to be thinking about it tapping his chin at the process. “Tomorrow”

I blinked.

“What?”

“You start your work precisely tomorrow afternoon, come here straight away from school understood?” grinning as if satisfied he stride for the door not waiting for my answer. I stood there nailed to the floor not believing what I’ve just heard while Yoona on the other hand only laughed.

“Hey wait!” I called out quickly grabbing his arm as I regained composure. He winched at my touch swiftly propelling away as his eyes widen in shock.

Was he… scared?

“W-what?” he stuttered. I blinked.

“Umm… sorry but… how am I supposed to get home?”

He relaxed, clearing his throat and fixing his suit. “Yoona will take you home then.” I looked at Yoona afraid that there might be hopes that she would disagree to his orders but she looked quite happy, delighted actually. She came running to me, enveloping me in a suffocating bear hug. “I’d be totally glad to!” she beamed by then I was grunting, practically pleading to be set free.

“Ok, ok that’s enough. I thought you how to be a good server not a serial oxygen depriver,” the manager patted her head. She whimpered and let go. Just as he was about to go again, the manager Yonghwa turned and said, “Oh, and about that ‘prince’ thing where ever you got it from keep calling me that,” and winked.

I gasped in terror as I felt the rush of blood to my face. I gulped. He smirked turned and for the last time headed for the door.

“Lock up princess!” he called waving his hand not turning around this time. I was… how do you say it… speechless, terrified, devastated, dumbfounded and all of the above. I was paralyzed in shock.

“Well do you want to head home now?”

How could this have happened to me?

Yonghwa’s POV

I sat back on my bed grinning sheepishly at the crack on my ceiling. How did that get up there? I shrugged the thought away as the image of the girl from before appeared in my head. She was so far the most interesting person I’ve ever met. She was weird, funny, sometimes dumb I guess if you considered the fact that she was in a guy’s toilet and beautiful, her long soft black hair, her mesmerising smile, her soft lush scarlet lips-

 SLAP!

“What am I thinking?!” I grunted under my breath shaking my head.

“I must be crazy, yeah that’s it I’m crazy, insane and- what? Wait, no I’m not crazy nor insane I’m just… just… tire, yeah, I’m tired that’s all,”

I didn’t know who was I convincing but I myself don’t even feel convinced about anything right then. Sigh. Nope, nothing is wrong I just need to get some sleep and then everything will get better. I closed my eyes and the girl reappeared again then opened it again. I blinked not aware of what had happened I looked around a bit then closed my eyes again. She appeared again. I darted my eyes opened. It was as if she was carved to the back of my eye lids whenever I close my eyes instead of seeing darkness like I always do I saw her. Her glimmering eyes and cute smile-

“Lalalalalala~ go to sleep Yonghwa, go to sleep,” I said to myself with hope that I wouldn’t have any more weird thoughts of that weird girl. But to no avail, I still thought of her even without my eyes closed. I counted sheep, played and sang lullabies and even read history books but nothing made me sleepy. I was somehow hyper for an unknown reason; I couldn’t help but feel hopeless to it. I looked at the clock, it’s 3.30 in the morning.

I’ve been up for five hours straight?!

“Arrrgggghhhh !”

I turned, kicked, pulled my hair and did everything possible until I fell flat face first off my bed. Huffing hard against the wooden floor, I had no more energy to even bother to get back in bed. Then my eyes fluttered close.

Finally, some sleep.

Until…

“Yonghwa-yah, wakeup time to go to school, and what are you doing sleeping on the floor?” I heard my mom’s voice as I felt the blanket being tugged and the sun’s heat penetrating my eyes.

“Leave me alone,” I groaned pulling the blanket back to cover my exposed head.

“Yah get up already, someone’s waiting for you outside,” she said putting her hand on my shoulder and shaking me lightly.

“No, just let Minhyuk wait, who told him to come every freaking morning”

“But it’s not Minhyuk, it’s girl”

“What?” I sat up at the mention of girl. There was no way any of my classmates would know where I live, I’ve never told them. The only ones who knew are my band mates and they would never foretell this to anyone let alone a girl. If a girl was waiting at my doorsteps, it could only be one thing.

She came back.

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