Yujin's pov:
He seems kind, but I can tell there's something off about the sweetness in his words.
"Do you need any help?" I asked.
"Can't a guy talk to someone as pretty as you?" Osak smirked, leaning against the nearby wall.
I felt uncomfortable and took a step back.
"Woah. No need to be so uncomfortable, Yujin."
He smiled—sweet, but unsettling.
"So, you came here with Taehyuk, right?"
I nodded.
"Hmm. I see."
"You know Mr. Taehyuk?" I asked.
His smile faded.
"Yeah… of course I do."
Then he put on the same sugary smile again.
"We were very close, you know." His tone dripped with sarcasm.
"But… he doesn't get close to anyone that easily."
He let out a chuckle.
"You seem to know him well, huh?" he asked.
"Maybe you do. But he's not a good guy."
"He uses people like toys. He doesn't even understand human feelings. He doesn't care about anyone's emotions."
"You're a toy to him too. Who knows… maybe you're just a target."
No..no,no..no, Yujinthis guy is trying to manipulate me..iam not a toy to MrTaehyuk..
I'm not… I mean more to him…
"You listening?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Hmm. I hope you think about my words."
He left, as if he had done his job.
I sighed.
Suddenly, a waiter spilled a drink on my shirt.
"Sorry, sir!" he bowed immediately.
Then, out of nowhere—
"Don't you have any sense?" Taehyuk yelled at the waiter… for me.
"Boy, leave him. I'll handle the waiter. You go get the kid cleaned," Grandpa Joo told Taehyuk.
Taehyuk shot a death glare at the waiter, then grabbed my hand and took me to the washroom.
We entered. The door locked behind us.
"Idiots…" I could tell he was still pissed.
"Sir…"
"What?"
"Uh… I thought you didn't see me."
"Why would you think that?"
"Because… you were busy talking to Grandpa," I said.
He took a tissue and wet it.
"Even though I was talking to him, my eyes were on you," he said, leaning closer to clean the stain on my shirt.
My breath hitched under his touch.
My heart raced.
My stomach fluttered… butterflies.
"So… you saw everything, sir?"
"I even saw that idiot Osak talking to you."
I could hear the possessiveness in his voice when he mentioned Osak. It made my cheeks warm… a smile crept onto my lips.
"Listen. If I see you talking to that idiot again, that's it…" he said, his possessiveness clear.
"What will you do if I do?"
I wanted to tease him.
"What?" He stopped cleaning and looked at me.
"I dare you. Repeat that," he warned, glaring.
"Sir, sir… chill. I was just joking," I smiled.
He kept staring.
"Don't joke about this, brat," he warned, then started cleaning the stain again.
I smiled.
"Why are you looking so happy today, anyway?" he asked.
I smiled again.
"Sir…"
"Hmm," he replied.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For paying my debts."
He stopped.
"What?"
"Thank you, sir."
"…No. I didn't pay it."
Liar.
"I know."
He rolled his eyes.
"Fuck. Did those stupid guards tell you?" he asked.
I smiled.
"There you go. You admitted it"
"Your gaurds didn't told me, sir..I got a message from the loansharks that you had payed the debt...and I know it's you"
"Shut up." He looked away. I could see a hint of pink on his ears.
He looks cute when he's embarrassed…
Cute…
"Cute…"
Before I could stop myself, I said it out loud.
I quickly covered my mouth.
Oh shit - did I said it aloud!
"What did you just say?" he asked.
I shook my head quickly.
"Brat…" he said, but there was no real anger in his voice.
I smiled.
He stared at my smile… like he was lost.
And I loved it.
Aish.. don't think like that, Yujin…
But I can't Stop…
I like it… i like—
"Thank you, sir."
"Shut up."
"But sir… you didn't want to help me, but you did. I'll always be grateful for that, sir. Thank you so much."
"…Don't say thank you all the time."
He looks me up finally..
Our eyes met..