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Idiot

Third Person's P.O.V :-

Jin sighed.

His feet ached for being inside of traditional Chinese shoes and body all sweaty, tiered from standing out in the sun with an umbrella to give out flyers

"What a day..." He mumbled exhaustedly as he walked towards his family restaurant.

Normally by this time, Jin would be leaving for the agency but apparently he has left it on his own...

He stopped just a little bit in his walk to watch his reflection on the window of a shop.

Girly clothes, traditional umbrella, face full of makeup, flyers in hand

Was this his life now?

It certainly wasn't the life he had imagined since he was a child.

There was no audience, no cameras, no fanchants, no flashes....

'Was it bound to be broken all along? Was my dream pointless?' Jin sadly wondered and started to walk again

Towards his family restaurant.

Unaware what awaited him there...
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"I'm home" Jin entered the restaurant from the backdoor and directly stepped into the kitchen, where he found his step-mom cooking frantically

"Mother? Why are you in such a rush?" Jin asked while frowning as he approached his step-mom

"Ah! Seokjin-ah! Good timing! Here! This is the order of table 13, please take it there" Suddenly his step-mom shoved a tray full of food in his hands

"Bu-t mother! My clothes! How can I-" Jin was cut off in the middle of his protest as his step-mom turned towards him and examined him

"Don't worry, you look just like a girl like that, nobody will recognise you" She smiled,"Now go!" And she pushed him out of the kitchen

And into the dining area.

Where a lot of heads turned towards him as he stepped out.

And immediately people started whispering among themselves, admiring the Chinese beauty...

Jin felt unnerved and embarrassed.

With trembling steps, he made his way to the table number 13 to serve their order.

"Oh! Sir! I see a maid! Shall I order two cups of coffee as well?" Kang asked Namjoon

Namjoon frowned,"Maid?" He turned back to look where Kang was looking and saw that exact Chinese girl, which he encountered while walking to the agency, strolling towards a table with a food tray in 'her' hands

"Ms. Right?" Namjoon asked himself bewilderedly as he watched the 'girl'

"Ms. Right?" Kang asked in confusion,"Who is that, Sir?"

Namjoon  suddenly turned towards him with a little bit too suspicious smile,"Hey, Kang, can I ask you for a favour?" He asked

In answer, a questioning brow was risen by Kang,"It depends on what you ask of me, Sir..."

Namjoon  laughed,"Nah! Nothing too extreme!" He exclaimed, a little flustered after Kang's words,"Can you call that maid to our table? Please?" He requested in a hush voice

Kang frowned,"You can do that by yourself, Sir..."

"Who is the superior here?" Namjoon asked in a calm voice