Dead Can't Talk (Seventeen x OC Gang Au)

Chapter 4

Jeonghui was forcefully snapped out of her daydream when Yoon Sanha slapped a thick file onto the table. "What's that for?" she whined, pouting childishly at the older male. Sanha grinned as he slid into the chair across her.

"Paperwork," he answered, almost too happily for someone who did boring jobs at a police headquarter. He didn't exactly answer the question but the girl sighed when she knew what was coming next. "Can I have an omelette with lots of cheese, Gejang, Kimchi Fried Rice, Jjajangmyeon, Bossam and chocolate milkshake," he ordered, pulling out one of the documents from the file.

Jeonghui knew better than to ask why Sanha ordered so much just for himself. He had a huge stomach and he could finish all in under 20 minutes. If he wasn't distracted, that is. The brunette girl got up from her seat with a grunt and shuffled to the kitchen where her boss and also the head chef was, reading the newspaper.

Who reads the newspaper these days?

"Omelette with lots of cheese, Gejang, Kimchi Fried Rice, Jjajangmyeon, Bossam and chocolate milkshake," she rattled out the order as she pulled out the blender to get started on the milkshake. Jinyoung jumped at her voice, dropping the newspaper in the process. The papers made a loud noise as they separated and ruffled about.

Park Jinyoung, her boss, was definitely a handsome man with lots of charms. His friends, that often helped out, were as charming too. Only to customers. But Jeonghui knew how much an idiot some of them were. Like Jackson, for example. "Is it Sanha, again?" Jinyoung asked with a smile as he set a pot onto the stove. Jeonghui flinched as the flame danced on the stove. Jinyoung sighed as he prepared the ingredients for Sanha's lunch.

"I'm thinking of getting an electrical stove," Jinyoung spoke up. The girl paused in whatever she was doing and looked at the older male.

"Isn't it expensive?" she laid a hand on her waist, where the shirt hid one of the burn marks. Jinyoung gave a soft smile and shook his head. No doubt he had a soft spot for the young girl who appeared at his restaurant slightly over two years ago. She practically saved him from bankruptcy when she whipped up delicious and aesthetically pleasing food and basically forced him to set up a stall at one of the food festivals. To say the least, his restaurant gain enough fame and he had enough to open a bigger and better restaurant. He had invited Jeonghui to do the grand opening but the girl refused, and stayed at the old one.

He could see why. The restaurant was small and cosy and putting Jeonghui in there was like putting a tiny kitten beside the fireplace in some granny's little cottage. Eventually, he hired a head chef and a manger and let them run the bigger restaurant while he stayed with the strange young girl. A miracle gift, Jaebum had called her.

Jeonghui stayed quiet as she chopped up the onions and heated up the black bean paste, body tensing slightly at the flames. Jinyoung patted her head and went to the fridge to pull out six containers full of food. "After you're done, can you deliver this to the guys? It's their lunch," he instructed as he set them into the microwave to heat up the food. Jeonghui nodded, placing Sanha's lunch on her tray. That boy liked having his food on the table all at once.

Jeonghui often wondered why Sanha bothered coming to the restaurant when he could just order from the station just like Jinyoung's friends. They all did work together at the same place after all. But Sanha just smiled widely and rambled off about random stuff or another. Jinyoung suspected he liked her. Jeonghui suspected that if Jinyoung wasn't her boss, she would have punched him into the next century.

"Lunch," she mumbled as she placed his food on his table. Sanha's eyes lit up as he pulled the Jjajangmyeon towards him, ignoring his paperwork. Jeonghui gave a tired smile as she trudged to the kitchen and picked up the delivery bag. She grunted under the weight and pulled up the hood of her jacket as she made her way to the police station.