Fan Service [Yunho]

4

"Yunho!" I gasped, tugging at the oversized t-shirt that swallowed me whole. His sweatpants were dragging behind me as I shuffled over to the table, feeling in shock by the sheer amount of food spread out before me. "This is too much!" I had only been gone a few minutes, and now it looked like he'd ordered half the menu.

He grinned as if this were no big deal. "Then we'll give whatever we don't eat to Mingi," he said, casually spearing a piece of fruit with his fork.

"Mingi?" I asked, easing into the chair. His clothes were far too big, making me feel even smaller. "Is he a dog or something?"

Yunho laughed, a soft chuckle that made his eyes crinkle. "Right," he said. "I keep forgetting you're not a fan of us."

I frowned, feeling awkward. "Sorry," I mumbled, reaching for my fork. I shifted uncomfortably in his sweatpants, which kept threatening to slip down despite me pulling the drawstrings tight. I turned my focus back to the food, overwhelmed by the choices. French toast? Fruit? Eggs?

"It's alright," Yunho smiled warmly. He wasn't bothered at all, still completely at ease. "Mingi's another member of the group. Not a dog... though, he does eat like one sometimes."

That got a laugh out of me, but I winced when my cheek pinched with the movement. Yunho noticed immediately, his eyes softening with concern. Without a word, he slid a steaming latte toward me.

"I hear they have great coffee here," he said, his voice gentle, like he was trying to distract me from the pain.

I nodded gratefully and took a careful sip. The warmth helped, not just physically but emotionally. I was grateful he wasn't asking about my injuries, wasn't pressing me to talk about the mess I was in. The sight of my face was probably enough, and I didn't want to dump my whole sob story on him...especially, this early in the morning.

Yunho leaned back in his chair, casually resting his arms on the backrest. "So... if we put you up in a hotel, what's next?"

I blinked, caught off guard. "I don't even need a hotel, Yunho. A motel would be fine. Just a few days..."

He cut me off with a smirk, biting into a slice of French toast. "If we do this, it'll be a hotel. But what's your plan after that?"

I paused, thinking. "Well... I guess the first thing I'd do is try to get access to my debit card again." I took another sip of coffee to steady myself. "I left it at home since I ran away so suddenly."

"And do you have enough on there to last a couple of weeks?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes watching me closely.

I nodded, though it felt like a weak answer. "I've got about $100 left. I think I can stretch it."

Yunho's lips pressed into a thin line, clearly not satisfied with my response. He gestured for me to continue.

"After that... I'll have to find another job. I got fired." I pointed to my face, where the bruises were still healing. "My parents didn't want my manager asking questions about my bruises so they'd call out of work for me."