Wonyoung Pov

After I quit my job at the supermarket, because I still couldn't bear being near Jiwon, Jimin suggested I take a job where he and Taehyung worked, but he forgot to tell me how ugly the uniform is.

It makes me look so terrible.

And the only thing making the day worse is the annoying guy following me everywhere because he wants to make sure 'I get everything right', even though no one asked him to.

I've explained to him several times that Mr. park had shown me what I needed to know, but refused to listen and I couldn't argue with him, because he was the boss's son.

"Uhm... I don't think you should carry this many plates at once," he whispered in my ear-or at least that's what he thought he was doing.

I didn't look up at him, hoping he'd take the hint and leave me alone.

"Hey, Wonyoung," the guy whispered again, "I'm calling you," he continued as he tapped his fingers on my back, creating a steady, irritating rhythm. Tap. Tap. Tap.

I clenched my jaw, taking deep breaths to control my anger.

How ugly are prison clothes, really?

"Wooooonie," he sang, as he followed me to drop the dirty plates in the kitchen. "Why aren't you answering me? Are you listening to what I am saying?, Answer me. Answer me. Answer me."

I sighed, looking up at him. I pressed my lips together, exhaling slowly through my nose. "What?" I muttered, my voice strained with barely contained annoyance.

"I said you were carrying a huge amount of plates." His voice was too cheerful, like he had just won a small victory.

"I just carried two plates."

"Yes, and that's too much, from now on, just carry one plate."

"Sure." I showed him a forced smile before leaving him in the kitchen.

I went to another table to clean it, enjoying the peace of his absence.

But of course, he had to come.

He sidled up next to me, singing my name with his high-pitched, piercing, almost painful-to-listen-to voice that echoed through the restaurant.

"Why do you keep leaving me?" he whined, now drumming his fingers on the edge of the table I was cleaning. Tap-tap-tap. "You can't ignore me forever. You know I won't leave you."

Can I do my makeup in prison?

I snapped my head towards him, shooting him a glare. "What do you want? I'm trying to clean."

He grinned, clearly unaffected. "Oh, I know. I can see that. But I just wanted to tell you that you didn't fold that napkin tighter and the next time a customer comes can you straighten the fork well."

I closed my eyes briefly, counting to three. "Sir," I called him. He hummed, coming closer to me.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Can I measure your neck with both my hands?" I smiled so strangely, I was sure I looked like a psychopath. Before he could reply, we were both interrupted by a customer's entrance.

Damn it. Now there'll be a witness.

But that's nothing I can't fix.

"Shit," I cursed, quickly dashing into the kitchen to hide from the guy who just walked in here.

My ex.

What is he doing here?

I removed the uniform, so he wouldn't know I worked here and tried sneaking outside of the restaurant. I was so close before he saw me and shouted my name, signaling me to wait up.

"Hey, it's been a long time, how've you been?" He greeted me.

"I've been good, Heesung, thanks for asking."

God, please help me.

"What are you doing here? And why are you sweating so much?" he asked softly.

"I'm good, just finished eating, and I was about to go home."

"That's good. So, what are you doing nowadays? Do you still do those after-school jobs? Are your parents still struggling to afford basic things?" he smirked.

"Nope, we're all okay now. We can afford things easily, thank you very much." I forced a smile.

"That's good then. You can come and stay with my friends and me."

"I would love to, but my m-" I was cut off by that annoying creature singing my name again.

"You left your uniform in the kitchen."

Shit.

"What are you talking about? That's not mine." I winked repeatedly for him to get the hint and go.

"Really? It has your name tag on it."

How dumb can a guy be.

"What is he saying?" Heesung asked, holding in his laughter.

"Hmmm," I laughed.

This would be a good time for the ground to swallow me.

"Oh, Heesung, it's you. I didn't know you knew Wonyoung." He hugged him.

Of course, they know each other.

"What are you still doing here?" he scolded me. "Go and clean a table for him and his friends."

I picked out a nearby table to clean so that I could eavesdrop on their conversation. I was about to leave with the dirty plates but waited a little bit to hear if they would talk about me.

"So, Sunghoon, did your dad agree to buy the car for you?"

Sunghoon?

The plates in my hands fell to the floor immediately.

Did Heesung just call him Sunghoon?

So he is Park Sunghoon?

"I told you to only carry one plate at a time," I heard Sunghoon shout at me, but I didn't care.

Is this the man I am going to marry?

"Hey! Earth to Wonyoung." He waved his hand in my face. "I guess I have to follow you around again tomorrow."

~Nooooo!