of all the things he suspected to go on between sopa girls, a little making out here and there was definitely his number one choice if anybody were to ask. they’re always together, and they smell so nice, it’s obvious nothing would stop them from experimenting, even if it’s not really acceptable in korea yet. and jung haewon isn’t one to judge. really. he enjoys watching this kind of thing, like a good old misogynist asshole he is.

but seulgi indulging in these filthy actions? oh. now that’s something precious right there.

he watches from afar as he waits his favorite client to finish the thousandth plate of food, and a smirk grows on his face, something he later gets slapped for by the manager. he can see very well from this angle, the way seulgi leans closer to that wendy girl and say stuff he can only imagine are unlike her, judging from the friend’s reaction. it’s a brief discomfort, but haewon spots it, and lets out a small laugh at it. the blonde is clearly drunk—either that, or his push and pull techniques have taken a turn for the worst at last. in any case, it’s amusing; and deep down he can only hope to one day witness such forwardness with her in a private room someday.

at one point, seulgi turns around, and haewon fears being caught; he ducks under the nearest table, yearning yells from the lady sitting by it, and it takes a good few minutes of lying and apologizing to be let off the hook. once it’s finally done, he has to move to another spot—though not for long, since the client could suddenly realize she wants a third slice of tart anytime soon, and because, well, stalking is fun but only for the first three minutes of it. so the boy pulls his phone out (the one he’s not supposed to have in him, manager orders) and takes a few pictures of seulgi and wendy looking way too intimate. 

and he leaves the spot to go wait on more tables, smiling to himself. now, unless seulgi wants to be outed as a flaming homosexual to the entire sopa student roll, she has to do everything he asks her to.

          The retort earns a hearty laugh from the middle-aged woman sitting across the table, and an indignant frown from Moonsoo whose feathers are ruffled from his mother taking amusement over the conversation. The younger furthers his argument, not wanting to back down without a fight. "I'm old enough to know about stuff like that," Moonsoo defends with downturned lips. "How can you be so indifferent towards such a wonderful occasion, hyung? Love is everywhere~ Look at umma and appa right here, are you not feeling fuzzy and warm inside seeing them together like this?"

          Myungsoo only shakes his head in response towards his overzealous brother. Despite sharing the same blood and having an uncanny resemblance with each other, the two are total opposites in disposition and points of view; it would surely be a mystery in the eyes of those who didn't know better as to how the siblings manage to coexist for the entirety of their lives. Romance, while a source of awe and inspiration for the younger, is a word barely touched in the elder's vocabulary. Valentine's day is something even more insignificant to him -- he might be single, but he's not lonely. Romantically, at least.

          Moonsoo breaks his train of thoughts with a nudge to his arm. "Ah, hyung, I saw Hyeri noona earlier. Why didn't you tell me?"

          He shows no signs but the question catches Myungsoo off-guard, even more so when their mother joins in the conversation. "Who's Hyeri?" asks the woman, dabbing the serviette over crimson lips.

          It's a relief that Moonsoo answers the question, because for a second Myungsoo's not sure what to answer. "She used to be my English tutor! Hyung hates her. I don't get it, she's nice to me."

          "She's crazy. And she wanted to hit on you."

          "Reminds me of the old days... I hated your mom too when we first met. Look at where we are now," their father interrupts, eliciting laughter from the rest of the family. Kim Inhyun may be taciturn but he knows when to strike at the right time. A deep frown carves itself on Myungsoo's face upon realizing what the old man wants to imply.

          "She doesn't interest me in any way," he denies.