𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

25 | to be loved

"You can't hide in the back all night," Chan says, retrieving plates filled with food.

"Yes, I can and I will" I send with a forced smile and he rolls his eyes, walking out of the kitchen.

We had agreed to help mom out at the restaurant since she has been short-staffed. "Jisung, a couple just walked in, Chan is busy" I turn my head to see Sarah at the stove, motioning me to get the table.

I sigh and mentally cursed, I never minded helping out mom but I hated waiting tables. I wasn't one to want to deal with all the snobby kids my age.

I pull out the notebook from my back pocket as I walk up to the table. "What can I get for you?" I look up and freeze.

No fucking way.

"Funny seeing you here" She smirked at me and I furrow my brows.

"It's my mom's restaurant, it's normal for me to be here actually" Caroline rolled her eyes and look in front of her where Dylan sat. "Now are y'all gonna order or just say dumb shit?"

Dylan looks at me almost surprised by my sudden language. "Too much hanging around that Lee has you changing for the worse Jisung"

My jaw clenched "Aw, our good boy Jisung is turning bad for a boy that only wants a piece of him"

"Can y'all stop?" I snap, looking between them "This is making y'all look stupid" I cross my arms. "Just sad aren't you both?"

"Sad?" Dylan says "Jisung the only person that's gonna be sad is you when Minho finds out how much of a little slut you are"

I swallow harshly "H-He wouldn't care and you're threats don't scare me" I tried to act like I didn't care but I knew I was failing as Dylan laughs.

"You are so lonely" My eyes watered "You want to be loved so badly that you can't see how much Minho is using you"

"Stop" My voice was weak as I stepped back, shaking my head "Your wrong"

"How can he want you when your parents didn't even want you?" A tear fell onto my cheeks and that's when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Jisung" I turn my head to see a worried Chan. His eyes left mine and went to the table, his worry fading away and being replaced with anger. "What the fuck did you say to him?!"

I step back and the voice was drowned out as I turned around and walked out of the restaurant. The cool air hit my hot cheeks as I walk away slowly but soon the walking turned to running but I didn't know where I was going. I just ran.

I ran and a part of me never wanted to come back or be seen again. His words roamed my head and his evil smile made me nauseous.

I wanted to run away. No, I wanted to not be me.