Heroes Don't Wear Capes (JJK)

05

Ten minutes. It took me ten fucking minutes to remove the impossible stain from the countertop. Blood, sweat and tears and it was finally gone. It's the small victories that counts.

This was one of those days at work. Guests kept coming and we could barely keep up with all the different demands and special wishes for orders. I couldn't keep count with how many times I've wiped the sweat off my forehead. I had a lot on my mind and it would be a complete lie saying it only i involver work.

Yesterday's encounters kept replaying in my mind. It had been an amazing evening. Everyone were having a great time, enjoying themselves. I sure did.
I've never thought doing the dishes could be so memorable. Jungkook had been such a great help and company too. I couldn't remember the last time I've had so much fun.

The atmosphere had been filled with humor and laughter especially after I got my sweet revenge from that little water stunt he had performed.

As I was rearranging the glasses behind the bar a little smile appeared by the thought.

Jungkook's surprised facial expression had been everything when I took the drenched dish brush and swung it in his direction, making sure the water not only hit his face but the rest of his body too. His reaction quickly changed and before I knew it there was nothing that could prevent the kitchen from becoming a water park.
Well, that was until my father had interrupted our little session. Immediately after his arrival the soldier in Jungkook had showed up. He was called on the carpet, every bit of fun in him from before had vanished and there he was standing tall and quilty, ready to receive the incoming punishment. The quick change was one hell of a sight.

Of course there was none. My father was quite amused and let it be as long as we cleaned up after ourselves.

"You have moved the same glasses around for the last couple of minutes." A questioning voice snapped me out of the sweet memories almost making me drop the ones was holding in my hands.

"What's bothering you?" Sora asked in a concerned manner with her arms folded.

I gulped, embarrassed by my unprofessional behavior and the realization that it wasn't worry filling my mind.

"Um, it's complicated." I fidgeted nervously with them hem of my black apron as soon as I've put the last couple of glasses back where they belonged. I was just a really bad liar and trying to hide that fact was even worse.

"Oh."

"Oh." She repeated to herself, suddenly understanding what was going on.

"You were thinking about him, weren't you?" Her smile surprisingly didn't contain any traces of tease. Instead she peered at me with care and genuine happiness.

A tense short laugh slipped my lips as I in discomfort scanned the surroundings with my eyes. Why was it so hard for me to admit?

Looking down at my feet I couldn't help but to grin shortly of the realization that I indeed was whipped. My eyes found Sora's again as I stepped a little closer in the hopes of our conversation being a secret to the guests.

"Honestly I don't really know what's happening to me." I whispered.

"I can't stop thinking about him. I, um, I don't know what it is but he has been on my mind all the time recently. I can't get him out."

"Help me." An awkward laugh was heard.

Out of a sudden Sora took me in her arms and gave me a short but comforting hug. I really needed that.

"Oh sweetie."

I had nothing more to say. Acknowledging my growing feelings for Jungkook was not an option. As I've said a lot of times before he was not a man for me.