Adorkable [j.woo] | COMPLETE

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"What do you mean you don't want it!? Do you know how much this costs!?" Taehyung was practically screaming.

Jiwoo nodded her head, "that's why I can't take this.... Taehyung right?"

"Right." He murmured.

The pastel haired girl sighed. "One this is my break and I have homework to do. Two, I don't know what family you come from or what life you're living, but I live in the real world where all of this would cost me months maybe even years of my current salary, if if I didn't have bills to pay." She turned to walk back into the building.

"Jiwoo please!"

She stopped, turning slowly. Her classmate had so many bags in hand. He looked tired, out of breath like he'd run here. But why? With all that money why not drive some fancy car? Why care about her? Why use her name now? "You actually know my name?" Jiwoo murmured.

He nodded his head. "Jeon Jiwoo. You've been in three of my classes since day one. I always knew it, I just wanted to tease you." Inhaling sharply Taehyung continued, "tell me your address, I'll have these dropped off. They'll be there when you get home. I'll have someone clean your place too."

Jiwoo opened her mouth to decline when someone behind her cleared her throat. "It's apartment 115 over by the mall." It was Somin.

"Oh my god, Somin!" Jiwoo practically screamed.

Taehyung smiled, "thank you!"

Somin winked, "no problem. Also, wrap it up. We have to be back on the clock in ten, Jiwoo." Then she disappeared into the cafe.

Taehyung reached into one of his bags, "here take these now, I can take those back to your house." He held out a pair of grey shoes. The kinds all the kids at school wore. The ones Jiwoo could never afford.

Sitting down Jiwoo unlaced her old shoes handing them off to her new ally. He smiled, "anything else?"

Jiwoo was in shock. Not sure what to say, how to say it. She gestured back to the cafe, "want a drink? It's on the house."

Taehyung smiled, "sure, let me just hand off all the bags to someone." He chuckled as he reached for his phone.

A few minutes later Ashton came to pick up the stuff and drop it off at Jiwoo's house. It was close, and afterwards the two sat down in the cafe for their free coffee.

Jiwoo served them quietly like she didn't even know them, then returned to her place behind the counter.

"What're you staring at?" Taehyung asked his friend.

Without letting his eyes waver from the counter Ashton replied, "the manager, he's here."

"So?" Taehyung wondered.

His blonde friend glared at him. "A girl quit the other day... something about sexual harassment."

Taehyung frowned, "how do you know this?"

"That's not important! What's important is he has a past of doing this. Ever thought of what he could do to your little friend?" Ashton muttered glaring at the stout little man behind the counter.

"It's not like that." Taehyung muttered, sipping his coffee.

"Again, is that really what's important!" Ashton rebottled. The raven haired boy nodded his head in agreement. "You should ask her to quit, that is if you care about her like that." Ashton murmured.

Taehyung sighed, "she won't. She needs the money."

"You know her well for the few weeks you've been exiled from the real world." Ashton murmured.

"This is the real world. The world we come from is fake." Taehyung replied cautiously.

"Look." Ashton hissed.

Looking over his shoulder Taehyung caught a glimpse of the manager following Jiwoo into the back room. A couple of painfully long minutes later they reemerged. The man still hot on the girls heels. Jiwoo didn't even seem to notice he was there as she stood behind the counter counting the money in the tips jar. The man pressed up behind her, breathing down her neck. Too close for either boys liking.

"Why doesn't she do anything!?" Taehyung murmured anxiously.

Ashton shrugged, "I guess if he's always up in your space it's just normal." The blonde sighed, clapping his friend on the back, "don't worry too much."

"I'll try..." Taehyung murmured.

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"That's a lot of bags, sir."

"Yes, I know."

"She must be a very lucky lady..."

"Who?"

"You're girlfriend, sir?"

"Not exactly.