There's A Difference • Woosan

What's wrong with me?

I didn't go to work the next day. I kept having this weird feeling in my stomach since yesterday after I threw up at work.
I even tossed and turned all night thinking about...him...why? I haven't dreamt about a man since...never mind..this was too much for me.

"So you're saying you threw up because of...him? San? Or whatever?"
Yeosang asked blankly as he chewed on a piece of candy while looking at me pace back in forth in my room.

"Yes that's what I'm saying Yeo.."
I responded;rubbing my temple as I felt a headaches coming on.

"I think you like him."

"Excuse me? No. I definitely DON'T like him.
I looked at him in utter disbelief. How could I like him? I don't even know him.

I haven't liked someone since my ex boyfriend . I couldn't possibly like someone else after how devastated I was when I caught him cheating on me with some chick he met at his damn desk job.

"I really think you like him Woo. You haven't gotten laid, or even gotten to date anyone since Yeon-"

"Don't. Say his name...please.."
Yeosang saw the look in my face and let it go.

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A week later...

I finally go back to work. I'm surprised I didn't get fired for missing a whole week of work without reason, but Yeji said she covered for me and lied to the boss, I love her.

I was working. Cleaning tables, taking orders, making them and then I heard the door chime and I turn around as it was my shift at the register and what do you know....it's-

"Oh~ hey pretty~"
Choi San grinned with his hands stuffed in his jean pockets; staring at me with that look I noticed he always did, which irritated me.

"It's Wooyoung. And...what may I get started for you?"

He smirked and looked at the menu. I knew he already knew what he wanted. He got the same thing everyday, a muffin, a fresh one and an americano with- ew. Why do I just know his order like that? Gross....
"I'll take a muffin with an iced americano and..you know what else I like, don't you pretty~"

I blushed. I can't believe I blushed. I guess it was the tone and how he possibly read right through me, usually I never worked the front to know what he wanted but I did...why? Was I paying attention to Choi San? No..I couldn't have..

"Uh yeah...sure I'll get that...for you.."

"Thanks pretty~"
He grinned and adjusted his belt.

I don't know why but I looked when he did that. It just looked so....NO! I can't be thinking these things. I sighed and walked off to go fix up his order before he notices and calls out my staring.

Soon I came back and handed him his order.
"Here you are..."

"Thank you beautiful~ how much."
He winked and handed me his credit card to pay. I blushed and quickly grabbed his card. I hand it back and cleared my throat and slightly smiled to have somewhat nice, even though he was annoying the fuck out of me.

"Wooyoung. And have a great day..."
I said blankly. He smirked and grabbed his things then walked out.

I puffed out a breath and groaned leaning my head on the counter. Yeji came up as she was washing the counter.

"You alright woo?"
She asked wholeheartedly and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Huh? Yeah...I'm fine just still under the weather I guess..."
I gave a soft laugh and a grin to her. She gave a small smile back but I knew she didn't believe me, she had to know something was definitely bothering me.

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I got home and was laying in bed. Yeosang came in earlier to ask if I wanted dinner but I was still feeling sick to my stomach so I couldn't even eat.

I roll on my side and kept thinking about San. Why? I don't even know him that well, I bumped into him twice. He calls me pretty....he flirts with me, he annoys me but he's insanely hot, and I haven't felt this way about a guy in forever.

"God, what's wrong with me?"
I whispered and shake my head.

I then heard my phone go off so reach for it and see it's from an unknown number. I click on the message and my heart races, I cover my mouth.

The message:
"Hey pretty..."
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