~Made in Japan~

Chapter 10

HUI POV:

"우리 y/n-ah 진짜 예뻐 그쳐?"(our y/n is really pretty right?" I say, nudging Hongseok with my elbow as we look at her and Wooseok dance on the floor of the ballroom like a prince and princess

. "우리 y/n-ah보다 우석 예뻐 (our Wooseok is more pretty)" he replies to me, smiling at the two dancing under the chandelier. I turn to Hongseok and cross my arms.

"Take that back" I tease, acting like a 4yr old.

"Why should I?" He provokes, tilting his head to the side. I take a step closer to Hongseok but then my attention gets drawn to an image scurrying across the floor. "Y/N?" I start, she doesn't look up from the floor and runs out of ballroom into the curtains of the dressing room. I look back at Hongseok and he waves his hands telling me to go to her. I nod at him and run off.

By the time I get in the dressing room. Y/n has taken off her dress and changed into the sweatpants and t shirt she came in.

"Y/N are you doing alright? You ran outta there pretty fast..." I caution, making sure  I don't step on any eggshells that could set her off.

"Chillin" she deflected. I rub the back of my neck unsure of what to do next. I open my mouth to speak and she cuts me off.

"Hui"

"Yes y/n?"

"If a boy you like had his friend hit on you, how would you address his friend?" She inquires, not looking at me while she talks. Instead, she packs her things in her purse and looks in the mirror.

"Ummm...well...I'd probably tell my boyfriend first. That his friend was making me uncomfortable. The friend for sure knows you're dating?" I ask her, trying to successfully assess the situation. I may not be her best friend but I'm getting that good manger award.

" uhhh.. I- I don't think so..." she pauses and stops fixing her hair in the body length mirror. Y/n turns, looks at me, and shrugs. Grabbing her purse, she comes and pats me on my shoulder. "You know you're a good manager when your not being needy 24/7" Y/n teases me, smiling in my face. I roll my eyes and laugh at her remark. "Lets just get you home okay?" I reply. She wraps her arm around my shoulder and we walk to my car parked outside the ballroom.

We reach the car and I suddenly here the footsteps of someone running towards us. Startled and prepared to protect my client, I push y/n behind me against the car and spread my arms out to protect her.

"형 뭐하는 거야... (Hyung what the heck?)"  a low voice says, annoyed. I open my eyes and look up, whoops it's only Wooseok. Not noticing Y/n trying to hurry and get in the car behind me, I start a conversation.

"Wooseok! You did a good job on the shoot today!" I smack him on the back, and he hisses in pain. Wooseok peers around me to look at y/n, who's frantically pulling on the car handle.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" Wooseok starts. I step back so I'm no longer between them.

"Great. Just eager to go home and see my BOY FRIEND" she replies, with emphasis on the last part. Wooseok looks at the ground and back up.

"Since we're going the same place why don't we-"

"No no. Hui was actually supposed to take me to get food. Right Hui?" Y/! asks, the look in her eyes asking for my help. Uhh- "n-no?" I blurt, it sounding more like a question than an answer. Her eyes widen as she looks back to Wooseok and gives an awkward smile.

"No way...are you avoiding me?" Wooseok scoffs, sounding offended.

"Yes yes I am. It's not everyday your boyfriend thinks his friend likes you...and that you like him back!!" Y/n blurts, crossing her arms and starting to get in his face. Wooseok puts his hands behind his back and shuffles some rocks around with his feet.

As I look upon the scene, Wooseok is definitely guilty of something. But when Y/n yells out what she asked me earlier....it all makes sense. Wooseok is that friend, Yuto is her boyfriend. Wait a minute Yuto is her boyfriend??

Wooseok doesn't say much of anything after Y/n yells at him about him liking her. Wooseok produces a deep and heavy sigh before looking at me with hurt eyes.

"I-I-I'll see you guys later" he says, only making eye contact with me. I watch him walk back to the ballroom with no sense of urgency or worry of getting hit.

Poor guy lost his mojo...