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"how can you possibly miss that? fuck it," i whisper shouted in frustration.

"surely, things don't go in your way always, han seongmi," gayhyung sat on the table beside me, pronouncing each syllable of my name. how does he appear everywhere i go?

"may i take your order?" I said with empty tray in my hand.

"one mint frappuccino." he said, grinning.

after a few minutes i brought his drink.

"your mint frappuccino gayhyung," i said and was about to go but he held my wrist.

"gayhyung? now, that's not how you talk to your customers miss seongmi," he said and i began to sweat.

he seems like a brat. he might call the manager and fire my ass. great seongmi, getting kicked out on the first day.

"sit," he said. i gave him a bored look.

"i am extremely sorry for my behavior, mister. now, if you excuse me, i have other customers to handle," i said with gritting teeth.

"your sorry ain't gonna to make it up. do as i say or else say bye to your job," he said and smiled. he is annoyingly cute oh- shut up seomgmi.

i reluctantly sat down, making him sense how important this job is to me. i turned to face away from him and looked at the tv just to see my team being defeated in the match.

"fucking idiots. go home and do pedicure and shits," i said, being utterly disappointed on them.

"but he was injured, see his left leg and that player had a back injury as well," taehyung tried to defend them.

"of course, you'll be injured during game, doesn't mean you'll give up. the other team had 4 members injured. yet, they played so well. please, don't defend their sorry ass," i said, with my eyes still glued on the tv.

"i-," he was about to say when he saw the people in the cafe were staring at us more like gawking.

"how cute. quarreling over footy match," someone voiced the shit out.

"great gayhyung, you're actually hellbent on firing me," i said as i disappeared within the staff room, ignoring his call. thank god i escaped.

my heart was beating so fast and my face felt hot. i leaned against the door. throughout the whole time i argued with him, i didn't meet his eyes. i would've get captivated by them and would've been in loss of words.

"are you okay? your face looks red," aera, a waitress and my new friend said as she touched my face. i swatted her hand.

"i am fine, it was really hot out there so i just came here. can you please take care of table 13 and 22?" i said and she nodded.

i went to the sink and washed my face with cold water. my face was indeed red. was i blushing?

i slapped my face and tried to make myself awake.

"han seongmi, this is not the time to have a crush, that too on a complete egoistic idiot. wake up," i slapped for a last time, wiped my face and went out.

i made my cap to reach my face as ugh as possible so that he doesn't recognize me.

he already went out by the time i reached there. i became a little sad and again slapped myself for getting swayed. a kid saw me slapping myself and gave me a weird look. i smiled awkwardly at him and started to do my job. i really need to get my shit together.