Love Shot - Exo Mafia AU (1/4)

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Kim Yeo-Reom's POV.
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The electric clock on the supermarket wall flashed, the number changing again; ten, thirty-five PM.

I had lost the police officers chasing me over three hours ago, but I was still cautious of the fact they could follow me home if I wasn't careful so instead, I came to the place I went to every time I needed company. A 24-Hour Tteok-bokki stand.

I sat on the curb of a parking spot beside the stand, my legs stretched out in front of me, a cup of fishcake soup in my hand. I had been there for an hour already and I was starting to lose feeling in my hands so I raised the cup in my hands, hoping it was in the cook's line of sight, "Can I have some more?"

I heard something slam inside, probably a ladle against metal, before the chef kissed his teeth loudly, "Yah! Why are you still here? Don't you have a house, huh? And stop asking for free food!"

I lowered my hand with a sigh, drinking what was left inside the cup before standing up and coming up to the window of the stand, "It's too cold to go home, it's warmer here and I like your company."

The cook scoffed, removing his bandana to wipe his hands with before throwing it aside, " I bet you're the reason I don't have any customers tonight. Your face looks like a shrivelled fig, it's making me annoyed just looking at it," He slammed his ladle again before picking it up again, grabbing a plastic container and scooping some tteok-bokki inside, he even added two fishcakes before handing over the food in a plastic bag, "Go home and eat."

I grinned widely, accepting the food with a short bow, "I love you, chef! Thank you for taking pity on this poor beggar! I'm forever in your debt!"

The chef grumbled, waving his hand at me threateningly, "Get out of here, you mosquito! I don't want you back here for at least a week!"

The chef and I never bothered exchanging names. We didn't know anything about each other but we were both sick and tired of the world and so we found common ground and a strange friendship. 

I dodged his hand, leaning back against his stall, hugging the food bag to my chest, "No can do, you're going to be seeing me a lot. I got fired."

The chef leaned forward, scoffing loudly, "Don't even think about it, just stay home if you aren't working. Even ghosts are scared of you and yet you're always lingering about... get lost!"

He turned his back to me as I started laughing, kicking off the side of the stall and holding the food tighter, "This is why you don't have any friends aside from me!"

The chef glanced over his shoulder, "You aren't my friend, you're my leech."

I stuck my tongue out, grabbing a cup from the side of the stall and pouring myself some soup again, "Be grateful you have anyone at all, I'm excellent company, I—"

"Did you get into trouble?" The chef cut me off, watching me carefully but not bothering to scold me for stealing his food,

I finished off my drink before shaking my head, "Nope, I just made a point. You know my temper."

The chef raised his brows curtly, letting out a sigh, "One of these days someone is going to try and kill you because of your attitude problems and I'm going help them find you if you don't stop drinking my soup like you paid for it."

 I lowered the cup, smiling sheepishly, "I'll get going then, see you soon!" I was pretty sure he yelled no after me, but I didn't dwell on it too much. I was tired, my limbs felt heavy after running so much and the chill in the air made my joints stiffen painfully so I decided it was time to head home.