Every time the man came to the restaurant, he ordered the same thing; naengmyeon, various types of meat, pork soup rice, and sashimi. There was never anyone with him. He would sit down, order the whole meal to arrive at once, eat our naengmyeon, and pack the rest of it up in boxes and leave. One day, I couldn't help myself. He came right as my shift was ending, and so I, being the world-class creeper that I am, followed him home.

He lived in a positively miniscule little apartment on the edge of town. I didn't follow him in- I'm not quite that creepy- but I did strike up a conversation with him the next time he came to the restaurant.

It turned out his name was Jin. He had 4 kids, the oldest, Jungkook, was adopted before he had triplets, Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok. He loved all of them more than life itself. Apparently the father, he said, was out of the picture. Hadn't seen him in years.

Every time he came, I talked to him some more. I learned that Hoseok was sick. Inoperable brain tumor. And his favorite food in the world was our Kimchi. Jin couldn't deny him that. He had just a couple of months... a couple of weeks... a couple of days...

Eventually, one day, Jin came in crying. He didn't even wait to be seated; just walked into the kitchen and collapsed on my shoulder, sobbing his eyes out. I didn't need to ask him what had happened. Hoseok's day had come.

By the time he got up to leave, my shift was over. He wanted to drive himself home, but I wouldn't let him. I drove him back to the apartment and half-led, half-carried him up the stairs to the one he lived in; Number 301. The second he opened the door, two little children sprinted up to him and hugged his legs. Jungkook, I assumed, came after and all of them sank to the floor crying. I left.

I didn't see Jin for almost a year. I nearly forgot about him. But then, one day, an order arrived for me specifically; naengmyeon, meat, pork soup rice, and sashimi.

It was him.

I brought it out personally. He was sitting there, looking far more than a year older, smiling as soon as he saw me. We hugged. I helped him bring the food home.