'No, how could he- Was it really her?'
Young-Jae was fucked in bold capital letters that were stamped across his forehead.
He had to be a fool to not know his own boss' name or even face. Minjae's face was literally the least he could've known about his boss considering that he had been working here for over a whole month. The easiest shift of one to six at first since it mostly had a few customers who wanted a simple order of Iced Americano and some random dessert while they sat in the expensive cafe with their laptops and glasses out.
Two weeks later, Seok-Min told him that the rest of the time was too busy and he needed help considering he worked full time so there Jae had stood, wearing his work shirt and apron as he placed orders on different tables, sweating profusely.
"Where'd you go, Min? Too flustered to clap back now?", Minjae laughed loud and obnoxious, obviously amused by his shocked state as she did.
The boy's cheeks flushed red as he frowned looking down at her with an embarrassed expression. She just laughed in response, this time more genuinely than from the objective of mocking Jae and the beautiful sound took him by surprise. He found himself taking a step back to bow at her respectfully with his eyes closed in fear, only opening when he heard another hoarse chuckle erupt from behind him, slightly familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Are you bullying our little Jae?", Joon questioned, playfully patting the said boy's back which had him stumbling forward for a second but he cleared his throat standing upright with his hands intertwined at his back again.
"Oh No! In fact, your 'little Jae' was bullying me not even a minute ago," she protested only for Jae to grow embarrassed again. He mumbled apologies again and again scolding himself for being so disrespectful without even knowing her. Minjae watched him bow at her, eyes refusing to meet her stern gaze. It made her insides tingle in excitement.
Where in the world had he been all this time?
"It's alright, just remember to wear your name tag and keep your shirt buttoned up tomorrow onwards. Now, get me a nice cup of cappuccino," she hopped down from the table and threw herself on the lush chair of the coffee shop while Young-Jae's left slapped against his bare chest which was exposed to the girl opposite him due to his constant bowing. His lips were sealed together and his cheeks were burning with red dusting them.
God, was he flustered, His boss, the girl he just threatened was gorgeous and as angry as he was in that moment his heart still fluttered his chest when she giggled and touched the place of the name tag. It was almost unbearable to be aware of the fact that she was now aware of his name too.
Quietly he let his fingers poke at the thumping area where Minjae's fingers had brushed him before he suddenly snapped out of it, the realization that this was still a public place striking him when he twirled onto his toes to look back at her.
He watched her chuckle softly at something Joon had said, her hair shining slightly as the light hit them. Jae sighed, the embarrassment still not gone as he brewed a delicious cup of coffee for her. A slow smile crept on his face when he caught her stealing glances at him but he didn't let her see it, immediately facing down to sprinkle brown sugar over coffee in the shape of a smile.
It was unprofessional of course, but it wasn't too professional to be so rude to your boss either so maybe he could make up with this? He shrugged to himself finally deciding to just take it to her regardless of what her reaction might be. After ensuring that his buttons were done all the way up, he rolled his shoulders back and carried the cup of coffee in his hands, settling it right in front of her.
"Thank you, Mr. Min," she voiced out, the air of giggles in her voice still present and he swore his knees bucked when she looked up at him with the same smile she was tossing around to the unbeknownst boy sitting in front of her which Yoongi had already assumed to be her assistant.
"You're welcome," he voiced out politely turning around to leave and hide comfortably behind his counter so he could shamelessly stare at her again.
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"I'm just saying a boy like him wouldn't be suitable for you," Joon advised softly taking the seat in front of her. She just sighed moving back in her seat and carelessly tossing her glasses onto the paperwork in front of her.
"I'm not gonna date him Joon, I was just asking if he was pretty enough for a hookup," she mumbled shyly even though her tone didn't seem shy to the other at all.
"Just find yourself a call boy like the one you called a few days ago, you should think about your reputation Jae. He's a waiter at your coffee shop, what if someone finds out?" Even though Minjae was completely fired up at the classist comment made by her assistant, she just sighed shaking her head. He was correct after all, she wasn't some random rich girl, she was the owner of a country spread chain of restaurants and coffee shops and if the word spread around? It would be her worst nightmare. "Very unprofessional," he continued.
"You're not wrong Joon but maybe I could be friends with him- You know what? Maybe you are right, I should just ask for another escort. They keep things confidential at least plus he wouldn't know who I am," she mumbled sliding the bunch of surfed papers to Joon who picked them up in a moment, arranging them messily before stalking to the door to forward them to their Gangnam branch.
He turned around and rested his elbow on the handle of the door as he eyed Minjae suspiciously. "You're not going to leave him alone," he stated, proud of his judgment. "I can feel it, you know? That aura of yours when you're about to do something you shouldn't."
Minjae tried to scoff at her best friend's statement but her grin gave her away so she nodded at him, pressing her lips together to match his serious expressions. "Absolutely not."
"You're shameless Jae, completely and utterly shameless," he accused standing at the doorframe while she grinned in response. "Also, very stubborn."
"Fuck off," she announced in a sing-song voice, flipping Joon off with her middle fingers held up in the air. He shook his head, apparently both fond and done with her antics.
Minjae huffed loud a slight laugh when he stepped outside the room and slammed the door behind himself like he always did. The girl fished out her phone, letting out an 'ooh' at the notification she had received of him following her back.
She really was shameless but did she care?
"Let's see," she whispered to herself, propping her feet on top of the desk and rocking her chair back and forth very softly to avoid falling back and hitting her head as she scrolled through the waiter's Twitter, finding a few pictures and a couple of tweets about random things. She scoffed tossing her phone onto the table. Why couldn't he post something interesting? Is what she thought but then again, she had literally no pictures or videos on her account either.
Minjae stepped out of her heels that made her feet ache like hell and locked her door before she flopped down on her couch, done with work for the day and only waiting for evening to come.
It was when she was twirling around her office waiting for the next meeting when an idea flashed into her mind. She excitedly hopped back to her seat and unlocked her phone. Immediately sliding into the waiter boy's messages. There was no other way to talk to him without their status being an obstacle so she sent him a 'hello' and a 'would you like to be my friend?' not quite aware that this isn't how you make friends over the internet but she didn't know any better.
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The boy on the other hand was about to record a mini-clip for his twitter account but stopped when he had received a notification for his other account, barely having 50 followers and he frowned only to let out a rather loud 'ahh' when he realized who had texted him.
It was the girl with the weird username.
She had sent him a 'hello' and a 'would you like to be my friend?' which he found weird but also cute so he chuckled lowly while replying to her with a greeting of his own and answering positively to her question. She had only ten followers, no pictures on her account, just a few tweets about her obsession with plushies which had him giggling again.
Your hands itch to hold onto my hips, I wait for you to do it while I button your shirt back up. There is a smile, soft and hesitant as you whisper my name thrice under your breath. Once into the air, twice into my hair. A kiss to my forehead and handprints imprinted on my skin, once again I feel like I'm floating, walking on thin ice as I thank God for not letting you say it for the fourth time. Please break my heart, please love me, please want me, please hurt me. Do whatever you want w me, just let it be me. Right now, before, after let it be me and not him. - His phone dinged again when he was just about to turn the damn recorder again. He sighed annoyingly but opened her messages again. JAEMINMIN:How old are you? MINYOUNG-JAE:i'm 26 MINYOUNG-JAE:and u JAEMINMIN:
With a curt nod, Young-Jae scurried behind the counter to make the chamomile tea again while she fished her phone out, deciding to toy with him a little more. Young-Jae's phone dinged and he flinched very slightly but clicked on the notification thinking it was another comment on his cam account.JAEMINMIN:Hey :)MINYOUNG-JAE:hiJAEMINMIN: How are you? I just got a break at work.MINYOUNG-JAE:okMINYOUNG-JAE:hbuJAEMINMIN:I am good too.JAEMINMIN: Hey, your pictures are very nice!MINYOUNG-JAE:thanksJAEMINMIN: wanna see mine?The man ran a hand through his hair, thinking if he wanted to get rid of the mullet for a second but then again he thought it gave him a rich look so
Even the changing landscapes weren't enough to drown out how much I missed you. It is wrong, I know. It is not supposed to happen, I know but I still want to keep you close to me whenever and however possible. I know it might be for just a second but I would still choose a second in your arms over millions in somebody else's. The sun sets, lights drown out and that is when you come to me. You come to me when the ache from another 'her' returns and I welcome you with arms wide open. It could be days, weeks, months, years from now and I'd still welcome you with arms aching from being held up in the air because I know it is wrong, I know it is not supposed to happen but I will forever choose a second with you than millions with others. - Young-Jae had sent 'jaeminmin' a double text over two hours ago but she hadn't replied yet. He sighed finishing up after uploading his video on
Aren't half of your assets are supposed to be transferred to my name after the divorce is finalized?," he asked with a smirk but Minjae broke out into laughter."God, I'm so happy I didn't marry you. Please educate yourself before you talk to me, fucking uneducated bastard," she shook her head without even turning to face the man."Whatever, I'm here to return the ring and everything you bought for me," he gritted through his teeth, not wanting to return the luxuries but he had no choice because of his pride."Keep them. I don't want anything related to you near me. Oh and that includes you yourself.""Alright, I'll go but only after I have my coffee. You can't say no to that. I'm a customer and we wouldn't want a customer upset because he was denied service, now do we?", Jiwon grinned sadistically and Minjae's fists balled on
It's a weird thing isn't it? To touch someone and feel like you're on fire when it's your fingertips that are freezing cold. They shiver on their own as I run them down your neck, your collarbones, the dip between and you huff, half at how agonizingly slow the touch is and half at how incredibly it affects you, makes you fall apart without realisation. It is all so elevating, the hair at the nape of your neck stand, my skin ripples in goosebumps and yours follows the effect. There is a fingertip, cold, nimble and long in the middle of my back. It splays up and runs down till I shiver, back arching into you and I part my mouth from yours in a whimper. It really is weird, isn't it? I break for you, shatter and turn over inside my body all because I get to touch you and most importantly, I get to be touched by you. - Young-Jae only tilted his head in confusion as she went on talking to herself til
"Here try this. It's like the best pasta ever," Hyunexclaimed transferring a generous amount of the dish onto Minjae's platter. She sighed and took in a deep breath, he was constantly feeding her new dishes she would taste. Every dish that was good enough and passed Minjae's checkpoint arrived at Young-Jae who further examined whether or not it'd be perfected by him."I can't eat more," he whined tugging at Minjae's blazer sleeve and she whipped her head to him with furrowed brows and a very smile small on her face."I promise this will be the last for today. Do you not like the food?", she asked scrunching her nose up and he vigorously shook his head no. Of course, he liked the food, it was the most delicious lunch he had ever had except that one time Seok-Min had made him Bulgogi."My stomach is gonna burst I swear to god," he groaned holding a hand
I've started to miss you Pieces of you The fleeting touches I've started to miss them again. This time, I'm not sure if I'll ever not miss them. You stay next to me with me in your arms but your eyes search for somebody else, something else. Do you need more? Or do you need less? Do you need me? Or do you need her? What do you see when you look at me? Are you looking at me or are you looking at yourself in the mirror behind us? What do you want when you part your lips but never speak? What do you wish for when your eyes shine beneath me but you forget me the next minute? Do you see me? Or do you see another her? I've started to miss your touch, every second every minute. It's poisonous because what do you see when you look at me? Do you see me or do you see another her? - "Are we doing it right here?", he panicked, for the first time, he was so nervous about sex. Why? He had no idea either.
Justin! Why are you here if you can't do anything properly?", Minjae's scream echoed through the complete shop but fortunately, it was empty. Justin shivered deeply, he swore even Minjae could've heard his heartbeat but what could he do? He was new to working one-on-one with her anyway."I-I'm sorry Ma'am. It's just that this is m-my first time working with you," he stuttered and she took in a harsh breath before clenching her jaw. She tried to calm herself down by fisting her hands but it didn't work either."Stop stuttering Justin, I promise I'm not always this rude. It's just I have a lot of work to be done today and you're not helping it," she mumbled coldly, her upfront forward tone stinging like a bitch but her words weren't as harsh as her tone.As soon as Justin had scurried off in hopes of finding the white chairs she wanted, Minjae sat down on the