"Okay Mr. Yul, I understood." She bowed a little in respect and walked towards the table mentioned by the counterman.
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"How may I help you, Sir?" And he, who was busy enjoying the view out of the glass window, completely inattentive to the whole world, was startled by a familiar voice.
And how could he not recognize this voice?
It was a voice that he could recognize even among millions.
And the voice he had longed to hear every day.
"Sir...?"
She called again, he turned his face towards her and forgot to blink, even for once.
She was there, standing right before him, embodied in her eternal innocence.
Jungkook felt as if he was dreaming, but no, it wasn't a dream. She was literally right in front of him, a few feet away, talking to him, calling out to him. And he... he was just staring at her angelic face without even blinking. His heart wanted time span to be halted there, so he could just hold his breath and stare at the goddess of beauty who had enchanted him under the spell of her beauty for the past several weeks.
"May I know your order Sir?" Her voice again collided with his ear drums, and he came to his senses.
When he parted his lips to utter some words, they were not coming out.
"You..." was the only word that came out of his lips.
"Sorry Sir, I was asking about your order." She again asked in confusion but putting a professional smile on her face.
It was a forced one, not the kind of what he wanted to see on her face.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, staring at her plump lips which were moving from time to time to ask him for his order.
"I am sorry Sir, do I know you?" Her smile faded away as she was first surprised then panicked.
Jungkook examined her appearance carefully. Instead of wearing a short skirt and blouse like other waitresses of the restaurant, she was dressed in a full-sleeved shirt and loose-fitting trouser. She had a shawl spread over her shoulders which covered her entire waist and the front part of her body to a considerable extent. Her hair was neatly styled in a bun as always. The only thing on her head was the cap of the restaurant's uniform, which showed that she was a staff member.
"Not you, but I... I know you... How long have you kept me waiting..." He shook his head with a visible hurt in his voice.
"I think you... you have mistaken Sir." Her throat dried up at the man frankly telling her that he knows her. "Please do tell me... if... if you have any order... to place."
The lights were dim, and the restaurant was almost empty. There was no one there except a few people. The staff had also gone after completing their duty hours. Iseul took a leave today because her mother was not well, so she took her to the hospital. That's why Aabi had to do duty alone today otherwise Iseul was always there with her.
What if he has come from that brothel...? And this thought made Aabi's whole existence to shudder like an autumn leaf.
Jungkook looked at her trembling figure in astonishment. Her lips were shivering to say something but...
"Why didn't you call me when Hansik threw you..." But before he could complete his sentence, Aabi's head spun, and she stumbled on her feet.
Jungkook quickly got up and caught her. If he had not been quick, she would have fallen face down on the glass table and been injured. She fainted and swung into his arms like a lifeless body.
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