Mischievous kiss: Love in Seoul 2 || Kim Taehyung Fanfic

Part 20: Chris is staying!

 Y/n, Jungkook, and Renee found themselves at the Seoul Airport.

"Thanks for coming and caring for me while I've been here," Chris smiled at her friends. 

"Goodbye, Chris," Jungkook bowed his head slightly,

"See ya," Renee grabbed Chris's hand and gave them a tight squeeze.

"I'm going to miss you!" Y/n wrapped Chris into a tight, loving hug. 

"oh, Y/n," Chris felt tears filling up.

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A loud crash was heard throughout Y/f/n restaurant. RJ groaned as he stared at the plate he had dropped on accident. RJ bent down to pick it up.

"What happened?" Hoseok said, walking into the kitchen.

"Sorry- ah shit," RJ flinched his hand away once he cut his finger on the plate.

Hoseok wanted to help but had to get food out to the customers. 

"What are you doing, RJ? Your mind is in a fuze today." Y/f/n said as Hosoek came back in the kitchen.

"It must be because Chris isn't here. She got fed up with him." Hosoek said, whipping his hands with a dishcloth.

"Oh yeah, I haven't seen Chris lately. She used to come around daily and wait for RJ to get off work and walk home together. It's been weird without her. Her bring around always brought light to the restaurant," Y/f/n said.

Hosoek looked at Y/f/n.

"Oh, I see age doesn't matter," Hosoek joked,

Y/f/n eyes had a fire in them as he stared at Hosoek. That shut him up quickly.

"I see her as a daughter, you ass!" Y/f/n held his fist up, and Hoseok flinched. 

"Don't make jokes like that," Y/f/n hissed, lowering his arm. 

"She..." RJ realized something. 

"She... today..." RJ whispered.

The memory of their tender kiss flashed vividly in his mind, causing his heart to skip a beat. The way they strolled home together and engaged in deep conversations never failed to quicken his pulse. Her Korean with a subtle British accent always brought a smile to his face, finding it utterly endearing. He knew he had to go. He had to leave before Chris boarded her flight. 

"What's today?" Hoseok asked.

"Chef? I'm sorry. I don't feel good. I need to go home." RJ grabbed his cooking hat off his head and ran out the back.

"HEY!" Hosoek ran after RJ.

If RJ left, it was just him and Y/f/n today, and they had a restaurant full of people. 

Luckily, the airport wasn't too far from the restaurant. He ran and ran until his lungs screamed for him to stop. His throat was dry. His feet hurt badly. He couldn't stop. If he stopped, he would lose the only girl that liked him.