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4.

Seokjin waited patiently across the street, watching the three people in the ramen house working. The woman had told him that her employees left after ten. It was ten now and it looked like the young man and woman working inside were getting ready to leave.

He couldn't believe that he left a group meeting earlier just so he could come here to eat. And to meet that woman. He didn't want her leaving so late at night. She must have been doing this for a while now but he didn't like it. It was weird to feel so protective about someone whose name he didn't know. He must ask her name today.

He was distracted from the restaurant as his phone rang. It was Namjoon. "Where are you, hyung? We were ordering some take-out." Seokjin glanced back at the restaurant. The man and woman were leaving. "Don't worry about me. I have other plans. You guys eat without me."

He expected Namjoon to hang up but he didn't. "Hyung, whoever you are meeting with, just be careful." He smiled at the younger one's thoughtfulness. "Of course, Namjoon. I'll be careful. Now go and choose your own food before they order seafood and mint-choco ice cream." He chuckled as he heard Namjoon calling out to the others frantically. He couldn't imagine his life without these six men.

Seokjin was mesmerized to see a bright smile light up the woman's face, the dimples making her look so innocent. "You are early today," she said as she brought him a glass of water. "So, what would you like to eat today?" He pretended to look at the menu, though after visiting here three times already he knew everything that was on the menu.

He finally looked up at her who seemed lost in studying his features. He felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach knowing that he might be having the same effect on her that she had on him.

"What do you like the most?" Sehee blinked out of her daze. The man was looking extra handsome today with his dark hair parted, exposing his forehead and his lips extra shiny. He was indeed crafted by the gods themselves.

"Uh, you can try bibimbap if you don't want to eat ramen. I can make you-"

"No, no. I'm asking you what you like the most out of everything," he interrupted her with a gentle smile. She tried clearing her clouded mind, processing the fact that he was the first person after her mother who had asked about her preference.

"I like soba noodles." He nodded. "Then two soba noodles please." She tilted her head in confusion. "Is someone joining you today?" He smiled so brightly, she could see the smallest of dips on his right cheek. God, did you send an angel?!

"Yes actually. A very beautiful woman is going to join me." The butterflies in her stomach died at his words. Her smile faltered only a second before she left him alone.

Sehee didn't know why she felt so betrayed all of a sudden. She had known him for only three days. Nights. She didn't even know his name or what he did, where he came from. Nothing. Yet it felt like someone had just crushed her heart brutally.

No, Sehee-ah, stop thinking like that, she told herself. He's just your customer. He might have flirted with you a little but that didn't mean anything. Men and women alike flirted with her on daily basis. He was just one of them.

With that pep talk, she picked up the bowls and went outside. As she placed the bowls on the table, she curiously watched the man get up and flip the sign on the door to ' closed '. She was extremely confused.

"What are you doing?" She asked. He turned around smiling just like before and for the first time, she noticed the way the white half-sleeves t-shirt and the black skinny jeans he wore fit him so well. His legs went on for miles and so did his shoulders. Her heart picked up its beat again as he came close to her.

She stood shocked as he came closer and closer. She couldn't think about anything but the way his warm breath hit her right ear. "Have dinner with me." It wasn't a question. Sehee felt the ties of her apron loosening up and being removed.

She looked down at her plain black shirt with some brand logo on it and light blue jeans before looking up at the man. "I feel very under-dressed right now," she said self-consciously. She took a ragged breath as his warm fingers tucked a wayward strand of her hair behind her ear.

"You look beautiful..." He said, the question hanging in the air, What is your name? She smiled, feeling her face warming up. "Sehee. Choi Sehee."

"Nice to meet you, Choi Sehee. My name is Kim Seokjin." She grinned. "Nice to meet you too, Kim Seokjin."

Smiling like idiots they sat down to eat their food. No words were exchanged as they ate up. No words were exchanged as Seokjin waited till she cleaned up the kitchen. No words were exchanged as Seokjin dropped her off at her apartment complex.

"So, this is it. I live on the third floor, 3C. If you ever want to visit me that is," she mumbled looking down, embarrassed that she told this man where she lived. He chuckled, "I would love to come up and see where you live but it's getting late. I'll see you soon."

She nodded as she waved him goodbye. Seokjin couldn't make himself move until he saw Sehee getting into the building and disappearing inside.

He smiled to himself as he got into his car. He finally had her name. Sehee. Choi Sehee. Sehee. Sehee...

He laughed softly as he realised he kept saying her name just like how he kept going to her for four nights straight.

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A/N:

I love this chapter so much. It doesn't matter if two people who like each other don't talk. The emotions can be shared perfectly even in silence when you know that this is someone who is going to stick with you for a long time.

Thank you for reading!!