"Where did you get that damn car, by the way?" I asked after a few moments of silence.
"Don't ask. I already told you I don't have a girlfriend." Baekhyun said in a serious tone again.
Now b*tch is scared.
But he's right. I should be just contented (and thankful) for the information he had given me. But why is he suddenly so serious today?! Gosh, I was just jealous!
"Let's eat?" I cheerfully asked hoping he'll be smiling too.
His eyes stayed on mine for a few seconds before proceeding to the car. Yes, he snobbed me just like that.
Byun Baekhyun on his half-tucked white longsleeved polo and washed jeans beeped the Maserati. He opened the car's front seat for me. I gazed at him while his eyes aren't on me. I guess he felt so bad with my message.
"Sorry." I decided to apologize in the middle of the drive.
His hands clenched hard on the steering wheel. I pouted.
"Don't say that again." I finally heard calmness on his voice.
"Where do you want to eat?" He asked.
I smiled. Finally! I heard calmness on his voice!
"Samgyup?"
He chuckled.
"Okay."
"Oh!" I remembered something as we arrive at the restaurant, "Do you have a cap? I need to wear one. People will see us and... make stories."
"Psh." Baekhyun as he leaves the car to open the door for me from the outside.
"Let's eat." He said while his head gestured for me to get out.
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He's the boss today, I guess.
Customers inside immediately turned their eyes on us and murmured as we pass by. I bitterly smiled at them trying to deny whatever they are possibly thinking right now.
See? I knew this will happen. In the end, I couldn't eat much because of the eyes that were on us.
"You ruined it," I complained to Baekhyun when he's back on driving for me to go home.
"I told you to eat normally and don't mind them." He and his teasing voice told me.
"Aish!" I rolled my eyes at him feeling so bad that I didn't enjoy the pork.
"I only eat pork once or twice a month and yet this is what happened." Disappointment is so obvious in my tone.
He chuckled, "So is it my fault that you didn't enjoy the food?" He asked as the car stopped in front of my house.
