freckles

* chapter sixty seven *

"Come on!" Jungkook laughed, dragging Claudette out of the car, Taehyung steading her by her waist. "We've got a table waiting!"

The eight of them had parked in the back, entering through the back as well so they could sit at a closed off room. The many wonders of being the biggest boyband in the world with the biggest secret.

"Kids these days." Yoongi sighed as he purposefully hung on Hosoek once they got out of the car. "Always running."

"You're going to run in after them aren't you?" Hoseok smiled once he saw his eyes.

"Yep!"

The prize for Yoongi running was that he got to sit on the other side of Claudette. Jungkook, of course, on the other like promised.

"I've never had Mexican before." Claudette smiled as she picked up the menu, flipping to the drinks. "Do you guys like it?"

"Oh yes!" Jin exclaimed quickly, nodding as he sat down next to Namjoon, Jimin sitting across from Claudette. "I love it so much."

"He likes Mexican." Namjoon laughed, nudging Jin's arm. "Tortilla guy."

'She trusts me right?' Yoongi looked at the bottom of his menu, barely reading the names of the drinks. 'She won't mind. We've been dating the longest anyways, I should be the one to touch her first, right?'

Yoongi gently placed his hand on the upper of Claudette's thigh, feeling her tense beneath his fingers, Jungkook asking if she was alright. Yoongi slowly moved his hand to the more inner part of her thigh, but not too inner. He slid his hand down just till it reached the middle, his hand fitting perfectly.

And Claudette relaxed. "Yeah of course, just got a weird shiver." She put her hand on top of Yoongi's, showing she was comfortable, in case he didn't see her ease up.

Yoongi smiled, a happy man.

"What can I get everyone to drink tonight?" The male waiter came up to their table, a younger man, maybe a year younger than Claudette. He didn't really look up from his notebook for the boys started to name their drinks immediately after he came. But he most certainly looked up once he heard her accent.

"O-oh damn, your accent." He stuttered, barely catching his pen. "Say it again."

Hoseok sat down his menu, crossing his arms, the one sitting closest to the waiter. He made eye contact with Yoongi who sat across from him. 'I'm gonna deck him.'

"A raspberry tea please?" Claudette smiled awkwardly, the waiter laughing slightly.

"Your accent is so hot, wow."

Taehyung's head snapped to the waiter as Yoongi's hand tightened on Claudette's thigh, Claudette swallowing nervously, fearing someone would see her blush. And she definitely didn't want them thinking it was because of the waiter.

"Ah thank you." She carried on the conversation, seeing the boys shift in their seat or clear their throats. "It's French. I'm from Paris."

"Just say the word and I will gladly put him in his place." Namjoon smiled, speaking English, knowing none of the workers here spoke a hint of it. They've come here too many times and have connections with the owner. They knew about everyone who worked there.

But Claudette knew English.

"Oh it's okay Joonie. He's just not used to an accent. Now we should laugh in case they suspect something." Claudette giggled, Namjoon chuckling, sending a glance at the waiter, making sure he wasn't looking at Claudette the wrong way.

"Beautiful." the waiter breathed, unable to take his eyes off Claudette.

"Achoo-whoops." Jimin 'sneezed' from the other side of the table, knocking the bottle of hot sauce and several napkins on the ground. "Oh no. I have to move my hurting legs to pick them up-"