ONLY A DRINK ¦ KNJ ✔️

2.

I wake up by the sunlight hitting my face, I turn my head away, only to bump into a hard wall. I squeeze my eyes open to find a naked chest in front of me. I rub my eyes, sitting up looking at my surroundings.

The memories of last night crash down on me, feeling the dragging pain between my legs. My eyes wander from Jinho's body to the clock on the wall. 8 a.m.! Fuck I'm gonna be late for work.

I silently get up, putting on my clothes, trying my best not to wake him. My head is throbbing from yesterday's drinks, and I have no time for the embarrassing "Morning-After-Talk". I quickly get a pen and paper, writing him a small note.

Thanks for last night, had to leave for work. - Dahae <3

Letting my gaze linger one last time at his perfect body, I leave the room rushing home.

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Arriving home, I take a quick shower, pull on some clothes and rush out again, to make it to work on time.

Precisely at 10.00 a.m. I walk into the entrance of the restaurant, disappearing in our changing room.

"Dahae, you're late!" I wince at my manager's voice. I turn around smiling sweetly.

"Mr. Young, good to see you! How was your weekend? Did you enjoy the time with your family?" I finish sliding into my shoes, looking into his displeased face.

"I was working. Cause you're the last to arrive, you will serve the VIP room today, the others are already assigned." With that he turns around, leaving for his office.

This little... Aarrgh... He knows I hate the VIP room; the guests are always cold and prejudiced. I never come too late... At least it was worth being late today.

I look at the hickey on my collarbone, reminiscing about last night. I cover it with my work attire, getting ready to set the table.

"Dahae, they're seated. Four People" Duk-mi tells me, after she walked the VIPs to the table. I grab four menus and the wine card, heading to them. Greeting them with a bow, I hand each one a menu, asking for their drink requests. I bow again after recollecting their orders, preparing them outside. Placing the beverages in front of them and filling the wine glasses, they order their food.

I work in an Italian restaurant, but currently our chef, is experimenting with Italian-Korean-fusion-food. My customers seem to have a good time as I bring in the starters. I help Duk-mi with her orders until they finish. If you're responsible for the VIP room, it's the only table you're serving until they leave. Our manager decided this, so our precious guests wouldn't have any waiting periods. But I couldn't sit around while the others were running their asses off.

I returned to my room, seeing they're finished. I clear the table and refill heir glasses.

"When will you be finished today, Tae? I found this awesome club in Itaewon. You must come with us" One of the men begs the other.

"Not party for me today, RM is in a bad mood, he texted us all to work overtime. Who knows why..." he replied.

I waited until the conversation stopped for a moment and asked if I could bring the main course. The men who declined the party offer, nodded his head at me. They all ordered Spaghetti with different sauces and Steak. I always laugh to myself, cause it is just a fancier version of Ramyeon and BBQ.

Just as I thought, today would be a good day after all, the No-Party-Man stood up abruptly, bumping his chair into me, making me spill the whole plate of spaghetti all over me. He reaches his hand to me in shock, but I would rather fall, than pulling him into this mess. Mr. Young will kill me!

"AISH!"

The words leave me as I land on my butt, four pairs of eyes on me. I realize what I had said and happened and immediately apologies for the mess and start to clean up. They offer me their help, but I decline, arguing that I can't get any dirtier by now.

I wipe the floor as clean as possible and practically run outside, yelling at Duk-mi. Her shocked expression, turns into understanding, placing a new order of tomato spaghetti and serving the remaining dishes, while I get into the staff bathroom.

I start to wipe the sauce off but realize that this gets me nowhere. I get out of my top, washing it in the sink. Disgusted, I pull a single spaghetti out of my cleavage, laughing out loud at the tragedy.

Our changeroom is right next door, so I grab my dirty top, squeeze it once, cover myself and rush out of the room. But only to shriek at No-Party-Man who is waiting outside.

"Oh my god!! I'm so sorry! I just wanted to... aehm... sorry" he quickly turns around, eyes wide, after seeing my almost bare state, and I just run into the changeroom, screaming inside my head.

I cautiously stick my head out he doorway, looking around after changing. He's not here anymore... I get out sighing in relieve. Duk-mi rushes to me.

"Are you all right Dahae? Are you hurt? Did you get burned?" She looks me up and down, making sure I'm fine.

"Yeah, only embarrassed to death..." I laugh awkwardly. She offers to finish in my behalf, but this won't change our workload, and she served everything already. After twenty minutes I take a deep breath and open the door to the VIP room, bowing instantly, being more than happy to see them being finished.

Without further ado, I clean up, being extra careful. I only look at the table, averting their gazes. They kindly ask if I'm alright, I shrug it off, telling them not to think about it, hoping they still could enjoy their lunch. How do I always end up in such situations?

To my luck, they don't order anything else, only finishing their drinks. As they get up to pay, each off them hands me a generous tip, apologizing once again. At least something...

The last one to get up is No-Party-Man clearing his throat in front of me. I gather all my courage and look up. Of course, it had to be an extremely good-looking man, probably an actor, who seen me half naked, and covered in food... aargh...

"I didn't intend to scare you... well twice... no I mean neither one of the times... Please let me pay for your dry-cleaning, that's the least I can do" He really seemed serious. His lips made the cutest pout, as he grabbed some bills, giving them to me.

"Ah, it's okay... Ahm but thank you. Such things happen... sometimes, I think..." We both start to laugh at that.

"May I invite you for a coffee? To show you, my sincerity. I'm truly sorry..."

"No need, but than-"

"No I insist, please. Only one coffee, then you don't ever have to see me again" He looked at me with puppy eyes. I smile a small smile, agreeing, fearing he won't let it go otherwise. His face brightens up, telling me to wait after my shift, to get coffee with him. Then he rushes to his friends, leaving me standing there. Didn't he said he had to work overtime today, and how does he know when I finish? And what is his name?