{Bambam pov}
"Really?" I said to Hae yeon as she gave me a slight sight.
"Yes. He isn't my boyfriend. He's like a stalker? I should say." Hae yeon replied me sincerely as she pat his forehead, sweating like mad.
I took out my handkerchief and wiped those sweats, as I felt her trembling to herself.
"I'm sorry." She mumbled.
A noise came out of nowhere and a pair of tongs slided towards us.
The ahjumma came to pick it up but Hae yeon did it. "Thank you lady. We were cleaning so."
"It's okay." Hae yeon replied as I looked at her fondly.
"Guess I can eat properly now?" I thought to myself.
