Pairing: nonidol!Jungwoo x fem!Reader

Type: one-shot

Genre: strangers to roommates, roommates to lovers

Summary: Imagine moving into a new apartment, only to discover that your assigned roommate, Jungwoo, is the complete opposite of you.

Featuring: TY-TRACK

W.C: 1.9k Warnings: Jungwoo being a raccoon, mentions of a spider (let me know if you find any)

Y/n stood in front of the apartment door, her hand gripping the handle of her overstuffed suitcase.

The sun had long since set, and her arms ached from hauling her belongings up three flights of stairs. This was supposed to be the start of something new—a new apartment, a fresh chapter. But right now, it felt more like a logistical nightmare.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. There was a pause, followed by shuffling sounds and a loud thud, as if something heavy had hit the floor. After a few seconds, the door creaked open.

The guy standing on the other side looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. His brown hair stuck out in every direction, his oversized sweatshirt was wrinkled, and he held a half-empty bag of chips in one hand. He blinked at her, clearly confused.

“Uh… hi?” he said in a slow, groggy voice.

“Hi,” Y/n replied, forcing a polite smile even as irritation bubbled under the surface. “I’m Y/n, your new roommate.”

The guy—who she assumed was Jungwoo—froze mid-chew, a chip halfway to his mouth.

“Wait, what?” he said, his confusion deepening.

“I’m your new roommate” she repeated, gesturing toward her suitcase for emphasis.

“No, no, no,” Jungwoo said quickly, shaking his head. “I don’t have a roommate. I never agreed to having a roommate.”

Y/n’s patience, already thin from an exhausting week, snapped.

“My friend Taeyong told me you had a room available and needed help with rent. I paid a deposit. I’m here now, so either you give me all my money back right this second, or we sort this out.”

Jungwoo blinked a few times, then let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Taeyong…” he muttered under his breath, clearly annoyed. Finally, he stepped aside. “Fine. Come in. But just so you know, I’m not responsible for what happens to your sanity.”

Y/n dragged her suitcase into the apartment, and the moment she stepped inside, she understood exactly what Jungwoo meant.

The place was a disaster. Socks were scattered across the floor, dirty dishes were piled in the sink, and an unidentifiable smell seemed to be wafting from the direction of the fridge. On the coffee table sat a towering stack of empty ramen cups next to a laptop with a paused Minecraft gameplay video on the screen.

“Charming,” Y/n muttered through clenched teeth, struggling to keep her frustration in check.

“I call it… ‘living casually,’” Jungwoo said with a grin, clearly trying to be endearing but falling short.

Y/n forced a smile, but internally, she was screaming. This was far from the peaceful haven she had envisioned.

“Where’s my room?” she asked, trying to stay calm as her eyes scanned the chaos.

Jungwoo popped another chip into his mouth and pointed down the hallway. “At the end, on the right. Oh, but watch out for the door next to it. That’s where the spider lives.”

“What spider?” Y/n asked, turning her head sharply.

“Oh, don’t worry—it’s a metaphor,” he said with a vague laugh. Then he added under his breath, “I think.”

Deciding it was best not to ask further, Y/n rolled her suitcase down the narrow hallway, careful not to trip over a half-open cardboard box lying in the way. When she finally reached her room, she let out a sigh of relief. At least the space was clean and empty. With a little effort, she could turn it into something that felt like hers.

Jungwoo appeared behind her, leaning casually against the doorframe.

“Not so bad, right?” he asked, as if seeking her approval.

“No,” Y/n admitted reluctantly. “But everything else…”

“Hey, aren’t new beginnings supposed to be exciting?” he cut in, raising his eyebrows. “This is what makes life interesting.”

She stared at him, wondering if he genuinely believed that or if it was just his excuse for living in such a mess.

“Let’s just say I have a different definition of ‘exciting,’” she finally replied.

Jungwoo chuckled before turning back toward the living room.

“Welcome home, roommate,” he said over his shoulder as he flopped onto the couch and turned on the laptop.

Y/n closed the door to her room and leaned against it, letting out a long, exasperated sigh. This was going to be much more challenging than she’d anticipated, but she was here now, and there was no turning back.

For now, she’d focus on making her little corner of the apartment feel like home. As for Jungwoo and the disaster that was the rest of the place… that was a problem for tomorrow.

Week One: Chaos

The first week of living together felt like an accidental social experiment, testing whether two completely opposite personalities could (almost) coexist.

Y/n, a self-proclaimed neat freak, spent the first few days trying to bring order to the apartment. She scrubbed the kitchen, organized the fridge, and even tackled a mysterious stain on the bathroom mirror that looked like it had been there since the dawn of time. Meanwhile, Jungwoo observed her cleaning frenzy with a mix of curiosity and mild annoyance.

“Why do you care so much about where the milk goes?” he asked one morning, watching her rearrange the fridge for what had to be the third time that week.

“Because it doesn’t belong next to the ketchup!” she replied without even looking up, her tone equal parts logic and exasperation.

“It’s not like they’re gonna fight or anything,” Jungwoo said with a shrug, casually popping a chip into his mouth.

Y/n shot him a glare so sharp it could’ve made anyone else think twice. But Jungwoo, being Jungwoo, simply shrugged again and kept eating, unfazed.

His carefree attitude wasn’t limited to cleaning. Jungwoo had a knack for singing loudly while cooking (and rarely on key), leaving his socks in the most random places—once, inside the microwave—and playing YouTube videos at full volume in the middle of the night, as if the walls magically absorbed all the noise.

By the end of the week, Y/n was convinced she was living with chaos in human form.

“How do you even survive like this?” she blurted out one day after finding an empty ramen packet wedged into the couch cushions.

“It’s not that hard. Just… relax,” he said with a grin so carefree it almost seemed sincere.

Week Two: The Towel Incident

Things got out of hand one Saturday night when Y/n walked into the bathroom and, yet again, found Jungwoo’s soaking wet towel crumpled on the floor.

“JUNGWOO!” she yelled, storming into the living room like a hurricane. There he was, sprawled out on the couch, watching yet another Minecraft gameplay video as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“What?” he asked, sitting up with a guilty look on his face, like a kid caught sneaking cookies before dinner.

“Your towel is on the floor! Again!”

“Oh…” He scratched the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. “I was gonna pick it up later.”

“Later? You said that yesterday.”

Jungwoo groaned in frustration as he pushed himself off the couch.

“Okay, okay, I’ll get it. You don’t have to yell.”

“I wouldn’t yell if you didn’t act like a raccoon living in a dumpster,” Y/n shot back, crossing her arms, her irritation written all over her face.

Jungwoo stared at her for a moment before letting out a long sigh.

“Wow, all the compliments tonight, huh?” he muttered, shuffling toward the bathroom, visibly annoyed.

Despite the tension and their obvious personality clash, Y/n couldn’t help but notice a tiny glimmer of effort in Jungwoo. Small, chaotic effort—but effort nonetheless. There was something almost endearing about the way he tried, in his own messy way, to adapt.

Month One: Breaking the Ice

After weeks of awkward tension, something started to shift. The initial discomfort of being forced roommates began to give way to small moments of mutual understanding.

One night, Y/n came home after an especially rough day. Her shoulders slumped, and her face was pale with exhaustion. Jungwoo, sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal in hand, glanced at her and frowned.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, setting his bowl on the coffee table.

“I’m just tired,” she muttered, collapsing onto the couch beside him.

Without another word, Jungwoo grabbed the remote and handed it to her.

“Here. Pick whatever you want. I won’t even complain if it’s boring.”

Y/n looked up, surprised by the unexpected gesture. Touched by his simple kindness, she chose a romantic comedy.

To her surprise, Jungwoo not only didn’t complain but laughed at the jokes and even teared up during an emotional scene.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he said as the credits rolled. “I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Y/n replied, a tired but genuine smile spreading across her face—the first one of the day.

Month Two: A Fresh Start

As they spent more time together, Y/n started noticing small changes in Jungwoo. He’d begun picking up his socks without being told. He even started washing the dishes after dinner—though his method was a bit chaotic, and sometimes she had to rewash them. But one day, he truly surprised her: he cleaned the bathroom.

“I tried,” he said with a shrug as she walked in and noticed a faint soap streak on the mirror.

“It’s perfect,” Y/n replied, a warm feeling spreading through her chest at his genuine effort.

Month Three: Falling

By the third month, their dynamic had completely changed. Jungwoo still had his chaotic, playful energy, but now he was making a genuine effort to not stress Y/n out. And as for Y/n, she was starting to relax and let go a bit more.

One afternoon, while they were sitting on the couch eating pizza, Jungwoo turned to her with a mischievous smile.

“You know, you’re not as scary as I thought you’d be.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, surprised.

“Scary? I’m not the one blasting ABBA at two in the morning.”

“Hey, ‘Dancing Queen’ is a classic,” Jungwoo shot back, grinning shamelessly.

They both laughed, the sound filling the apartment with a warmth they hadn’t felt before.

It was in moments like—laughing at bad jokes or sharing midnight snacks—that Y/n started to realize she felt something more for Jungwoo. And maybe, just maybe, he felt the same. She could see it in the way he looked at her, in how his smile softened whenever she walked into the room.

Month Four: The Confession

One rainy evening, Y/n came home to find Jungwoo cooking dinner. The apartment smelled like herbs and garlic, and there, on the counter, was a towel neatly folded.

“Wow,” she said, dropping her bag on the table. “Who are you and what have you done with Jungwoo?”

He laughed, turning to face her.

“I realized I owed you this. You’ve had to put up with me for months.”

“You’re not that bad,” Y/n replied softly.

They fell into a quiet moment, the sound of the rain tapping against the windows.

“Y/n,” Jungwoo said, his voice unusually serious.

“Yeah?”

“I… you know, I really like having you here. A lot,” he confessed, hesitating for a second as he ran a hand through his hair. “More than just as a roommate.”

Y/n felt her heart race.

“I like having you here, too,” she admitted, offering a shy smile. “Even if you sing ABBA at 2 AM.”

Jungwoo grinned, his confidence returning.

“Hey, you love it.”

“Maybe I do,” Y/n said, smiling again.

As they stood there, surrounded by the warmth of their small apartment, Y/n realized she didn’t want anything more than this.

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Ten Lee

After the success and growth of NeoMagazine, Ten decided to return to his home country, Thailand. There, he spent some time sharing his knowledge and passion by offering professional makeup courses. During this period, an unexpected opportunity transformed his life: the creation of his own makeup line, "Chitta Cosmetics." The brand became a reflection of his artistic vision and deep connection to his roots. It didn’t take long for Chitta Cosmetics to gain recognition, and soon, Ten found himself competing and collaborating with industry giants like Maybelline, solidifying his place as a prominent figure in the beauty world.

On a personal level, Ten never lost touch with his best friend, Y/n, whom he cherished deeply. Despite their busy schedules and the changes in their lives, he always made time to celebrate her successes, proud to see her thriving, happy, and healthy. Though the dynamics had shifted since the days when they all worked together, Ten treasured every moment they spent together. He never forgot where he came from or the value of the friendships that shaped him. Humility and loyalty remained central to who he was, even as he achieved remarkable things.

Mark Lee

After the growth of NeoMagazine, Mark let his creativity run wild in the urban fashion scene, creating not just innovative outfits but also collaborating with designers and producing pieces so exceptional they could have been displayed in a museum. His brand, "127", quickly gained traction, and soon, big-name rappers and music artists became his clients, rocking his designs at major events and on stage.

On a personal note, Mark kept uploading his freestyles and original songs to his secret SoundCloud, where he shared his music without the pressure of fame. For a while, his music career felt more like a side project, but everything changed when one of his followers went viral with one of his early mixtapes. This boosted his visibility, and soon millions of people were asking for a full album. Mark eventually delivered on that demand, launching his debut album, which became a major success. Now, Mark was rubbing shoulders with top rappers and artists worldwide, forming important partnerships in both music and fashion. He not only solidified himself as a rising star in the music industry but also became one of the few rappers creating 100% custom designer pieces. By blending his love for fashion and rap, he carved out a unique and successful niche for himself.

Nakamoto Yuta

After NeoMagazine’s growth, Yuta focused his efforts on further expanding the magazine and other ventures in his native Japan. His expertise and vision led him to teach business and statistics, not only in Japan but across various countries in Asia. Through these classes, he inspired a new generation of entrepreneurs. His practical approach and ability to connect with people earned him a reputation as a trusted leader in the business world.

On a personal level, while Yuta had firmly established himself as a successful businessman, life had unexpected plans for him. His charisma and natural presence landed him a supporting role in a Japanese film—a project he initially saw as a fun new challenge. However, his performance caught the attention of a well-known director who stumbled upon the movie by chance. Impressed by Yuta’s talent, the director offered him a lead role in his next feature film. Balancing both worlds, Yuta discovered a newfound passion for acting without stepping away from his business pursuits. His debut as a leading actor was a hit, propelling him into the spotlight of the film industry. Now, Yuta is not only a respected businessman but also a rising actor, proving that embracing unexpected opportunities can lead to extraordinary paths.

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Over the years, through relentless effort and unwavering dedication, NeoMagazine grew far beyond its humble beginnings, establishing itself as a global leader in its field. The magazine reached audiences across the world, breaking into major markets in Europe, Latin America, and Asia, where its content was not only widely recognized but genuinely admired.

What started as a local publication evolved into something much more significant—a creative powerhouse that resonated with readers from different cultures and backgrounds. NeoMagazine became more than just a magazine; it was a symbol of innovation, diversity, and inspiration, connecting people and ideas on an international scale.

Y/n Suh

After NeoMagazine’s growth and success, Y/n continued pursuing her passion for photography, just as she always had. However, this time, her talent and expertise took her to new heights. Her ability to capture more than just images—to tell stories and evoke emotions through her lens—set her apart in the world of high fashion. She became known for her striking work at haute couture runway shows and her portraits of top-tier models, earning opportunities to collaborate with major brands across the globe.

On a personal level, her bond with the team—who were more like friends than colleagues—had never been stronger. They remained her constant support system and a reminder of where it all began. Her relationship with Jaehyun was also thriving. After overcoming their past differences and challenges, they decided to take a significant step forward and move in together. Living under the same roof brought its share of adjustments, but it strengthened their connection, deepening their love and partnership as they built a life grounded in respect, understanding, and mutual support.

Johnny Suh

After the success of NeoMagazine, Johnny took the brand to a whole new level. With an ambitious vision, he began recruiting young talents from different parts of the world, helping them chase their dreams just as he had once done. His focus expanded beyond the magazine, diving into new creative ventures and becoming a key player in several multinational companies. His influence grew, not just as a media pioneer but as someone who inspired and empowered others to achieve greatness.

On a personal level, despite everything he had built, Johnny’s love for music never faded. The dream of becoming a DJ, once pushed aside, finally became a reality when Mark’s manager—knowing Johnny’s passion for music production—offered him a contract to start creating his own tracks. This opportunity led to the release of his debut album, "NEO", a project that showcased his creativity and love for experimentation. Johnny’s journey came full circle when he performed the album live at the iconic Coachella festival, fulfilling a lifelong dream and proving that it’s never too late to embrace the passions that fuel you.

Jung Jaehyun

After NeoMagazine’s growth, Jaehyun’s life seemed to stay mostly the same, albeit at a much faster pace. Calls and requests for runway shows and photoshoots skyrocketed, earning him greater recognition in the industry. Yet, amidst the whirlwind of his busy career, there came a moment when he paused to reflect: none of it would have been possible without the unwavering support of his friends and his girlfriend. Beyond his professional success, Jaehyun decided to take a bold step into the business world by acquiring 50% ownership of NeoMagazine. This move not only deepened his commitment to the brand but also played a significant role in driving the company’s exponential growth, solidifying it as a global leader in fashion and creativity.

On a personal note, Jaehyun chose to take a few months off to focus more on his relationship with Y/n. After her groundbreaking photography showcase, the two decided to move to California to start a fresh chapter together. During this time, a new creative spark began to emerge in him. What started as quiet curiosity evolved into something bigger when Jaehyun decided to explore music—a passion he had kept to himself for years. What began as a hobby soon turned into an exciting new venture, and almost spontaneously, he released his first single, "Dandelion". The song was an instant hit, resonating with fans of both fashion and music, and proving that Jaehyun was a multifaceted artist capable of excelling in more than one arena.

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Overtime had officially begun. Her friends had all left, leaving her alone with Johnny, who was still in the kitchen. Not that it bothered her… well, maybe a little. And now more, knowing they’d be alone for the next two and a half hours.

The last customers were gone, but they’d left the tables a complete mess. Y/n sighed, starting to clean the first table, muttering to herself about Mark and how, thanks to him, she’d bumped into him and shattered all those damn glasses and…

“Does the table owe you money or something?” Johnny’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts, making her turn around, confused.

“What?”

“I’m asking if the table owes you money,” Johnny repeated, watching her with a barely-there smirk. “I mean, with the way you’re scrubbing it. Just because you don’t like the job doesn’t mean you have to do it halfway.”

“I do like my job,” she replied, a bit defensive.

“Oh, really? Tell that to your face sweetheart,” Johnny said dryly, turning back to the kitchen. Y/n rolled her eyes, a little annoyed, but also… why did she kind of like the way he talked to her? Was she going crazy?

Half a hour later, Y/n came back inside after bringing in the last few chairs from outside, only to bump into Johnny again.

“Who told you to bring those in?” he asked, frowning, arms crossed. She couldn’t help but notice his forearms, covered with a few band-aids from kitchen burns. “I asked you a question, Park.”

“Nobody. I brought them in so you wouldn’t have to… Plus, you were cleaning the kitchen,” she replied, trying to sound confident, even though she felt a bit nervous.

“If nobody asked you, then you don’t need to do it,” Johnny replied, his voice serious with a hint of dry amusement. “Or what, you wanted a prize for it?”

Y/n took a deep breath, biting her tongue to keep from snapping back. She decided to ignore his tone, keep cleaning, and focus on finishing quickly. But Johnny didn’t seem on the same page. A few minutes later, he was back, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, with a look of impatience.

“Are you planning to stay here all night?” he said bluntly. “At this rate, that’s what it’s gonna take.”

Y/n blinked, trying to keep calm.

“Well, I will if you keep distracting me, cook,” she said with a forced smile, resuming her cleaning.

He rolled his eyes and stepped over to the table she was cleaning, pushing her aside without asking and grabbing the cloth.

“Let me do it. This’ll take a year if you keep going like that,” he muttered, not even looking at her. ''And it's Johnny, not cook''

She folded her arms, half-irritated.

“Thanks, Johnny”

“I’m not doing it to help you,” Johnny said, wiping down the table briskly. “I’m doing it so I can get out of here before sunrise. Next time you break something, I’d honestly rather leave you to close yourself.”

“Oh, how thoughtful of you!” she shot back, trying to sound less annoyed than she actually was.

Johnny let out a brief, dry laugh.

“Call it whatever you want. Just don’t go messing with things if you don’t know what you’re doing. Saves me time and less hassle.”

Y/n sighed and went to the front to rearrange the last chairs. As much as his cold, sarcastic comments got under her skin, there was something about them that made her feel weirdly nervous… but she wasn’t going to let him see that. When she returned, he’d already finished cleaning the last table and was putting away the rags, barely glancing her way.

When he finally noticed her back, he sighed impatiently.

“You done?” he asked, almost disinterested, heading towards the back where the lockers were.

“Yeah, we’re done,” she replied, arms crossed, her irritation clear.

Johnny shrugged and opened his locker, giving her one last, impassive look.

“Get your stuff before I change my mind and leave you to clean up tomorrow morning.”

As Y/n slipped off her apron and tucked it into her bag, she could feel Johnny’s gaze fixed on her back. So this is what it feels like? she thought, a little intrigued. She turned around, and sure enough, there he was, already wearing his jacket and slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“Mind not staring at me?” she said, feigning a bit of irritation.

“Now you know how it feels,” he replied, his tone flat as he pushed himself off the wall. Y/n noticed the clink of the restaurant keys in his hand.

They headed toward the front door, which Johnny opened without a second glance, stepping out first. Y/n sighed heavily and followed him.

“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, waiting while he locked up.

“Yeah, whatever,” he muttered, focused on the keys as he turned away and started walking in the opposite direction, toward the bus stops.

For a second, she thought about offering him a ride, but she was 80% sure he’d just keep walking without a word. And that other 20%? He’d probably just throw in some sarcastic response before heading off anyway. Shaking off the idea, she made her way to her car.

Inside, she started the engine but didn’t drive off right away. She sat there, lost in thought, wondering why she felt this strange pull toward him. Johnny did nothing but give her cold looks and make comments that drove her up the wall… yet there was something about him, something in the way he looked at her, that kept her thinking. With a small shake of her head, she pushed those thoughts aside, shifted into reverse, and finally headed home.

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005. maybe w.count: 1,017

warnings: swearing, death jokes

It was Saturday, and Y/n could already feel the weight of the weekend and all the work waiting for her.

“Well, at least by the end of the month, I’ll have money for boba… C’mon, Y/n, you got this!” she said to herself as she climbed into her car, forcing a smile and determined to stay positive on her way to work.

When she arrived at the restaurant, she parked, took a moment to look in the rearview mirror, and took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself. She got out of the car, locked it, and walked calmly to the entrance, offering a small smile to a couple of customers eating outside. As she entered, she spotted Renjun at the register.

“Hey, Y/n!” Renjun greeted her enthusiastically.

“Hey, Renjun! How’s it going?” she asked, walking over to the counter.

“Just counting down until my shift’s over. How about you?” he replied with a smile, and Y/n chuckled softly.

“Good… mostly. Just getting ready; I heard today’s gonna be rough,” she said, and Renjun nodded with a knowing smile.

“Yep, but hey, don’t stress too much… You got this! Fighting!” He pumped a fist in the air, and she mirrored him with a small smirk.

She headed to the back where the staff lockers were, right by the employee restroom, put her things away, and put on her apron with the restaurant’s logo. Just as she was about to head into the kitchen to say hi, she noticed a door slightly open. Curiosity got the better of her, and she leaned in to catch a glimpse of Heechul and Siwon talking about something.

“Eavesdropping, huh? Classy move,” said Johnny suddenly, passing by her and pushing the door open like it was nothing.

“Ah!” Y/n yelped, quickly covering her mouth, realizing how loud she’d been. Heechul and Siwon turned toward the door, surprised.

“Uh, Y/n… are you okay?” Siwon asked, looking concerned.

“Y-yeah, yeah… I, uh… nothing,” she muttered, her gaze landing briefly on Johnny, who didn’t even look back at her.

“Alright… anyway, I was actually waiting for you,” Siwon said.

“Guess we’ll continue with the paperwork later Siwon” Heechul said, walking past her. “Good luck today, Y/n,” he added with a slightly ominous smile before leaving.

“Thanks… I guess,” Y/n muttered.

“Here, I came to give you this.” Siwon held out a small gold name tag with her name on it. “It has a pin on the back—careful not to prick yourself,” he said with a smile, and Y/n took the tag, pinning it to her apron.

“Oh, and Leeteuk’s waiting for you out back. Said he needed to go over something with you,” Siwon added. “Good luck today. Fighting!” He gave her a thumbs-up before heading off.

Now alone in the kitchen with Johnny, who was facing away from her, she wondered why he was even there; Jeno was supposed to cover the shift until 2.

“If you had laser vision, my back would be toast by now,” Johnny said suddenly, making her jump.

“I wasn’t staring at your back,” she mumbled, a little flustered.

“Your brother is waiting for you,” he replied in a monotone, not even turning around.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of irritation and amusement as she headed toward the back door.

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As expected, the place was total chaos. Customers kept coming and going, while Y/n and Karina were taking orders at lightning speed. In the kitchen, Johnny and Jeno were cooking and throwing not-so-subtle hints at Haechan to hurry up with the dishes.

“I’m trying!” Haechan yelled, sticking his head out from the dishwashing station, clearly frustrated.

“Well, try harder,” Jeno shot back, plating up two dishes and setting them on the counter, ringing the little bell to let the servers know they were ready.

“If I hear that bell one more time, I’m gonna hear it in my nightmares,” Doyoung muttered, covering one ear with his hand.

“I didn’t want to agree with Haechan, but I kinda have to,” Karina sighed as she grabbed the plates to take to their tables. “We’re getting seriously wrecked out there.”

“You’re telling me,” Y/n said, sticking an order slip on the kitchen rack before noticing Mark struggling to clear a table with way too many plates stacked precariously.

“Mark, let me help you with that,” she offered.

“No, no, I got it…” he said, trying to sound confident but quickly sighing. “Actually, yeah, please help,” he admitted, handing her a few plates. They made their way to the back, where Haechan was knee-deep in dishes.

Y/n handed the plates over to her best friend, who let out a dramatic sigh at the mountain of silverware, glasses, and plates piling up in the sink.

“Have fun Haechan-ah,” she teased, smirking.

“Die,” Haechan shot back automatically.

Just as Y/n turned to head back to the kitchen, she walked right into someone—or rather, into something that promptly shattered. Instinctively, she closed her eyes, wincing at the sound of glass breaking. Opening them, she found Mark staring down in horror at a pile of broken glasses scattered across the floor.

“Oh my god, Mark, are you okay?” she asked, worried, as he just stood there, looking at the mess in shock.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine, let me… let me just clean this up,” he stammered, already reaching for a broom and dustpan.

Y/n glanced around to find Jeno looking concerned, while Johnny seemed on the verge of a breakdown.

“Do me a favor and get out of the kitchen,” Johnny said, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, clearly trying to keep it together amidst the noise from the dining area and the sizzle of food on the stove.

“But…” Jeno started, trying to ease the tension, but Johnny wasn’t having it.

“Now!” he snapped, making the three of them scurry out. “Not you, Jeno. You stay here,” he added with a pointed look that left no room for argument.

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