You're Late

How did I end up sitting in Hyukjae's luxurious restaurant, waiting for his best friend to swept out of my feet?

The restaurant was one of the most famous in Seoul and the person I was expecting to meet offered to be in the most expensive room that is available, Hyukjae even told me that he insisted on paying the whole VIP room.

So now here I am sitting down in the VIP room waiting for the person to arrive.

'Ms. Would you want to order now or would you like the chef special?' looking at the waiter who had asked you several times after coming here in a sad face.

But I insist again,' it's alright… I'll wait for –'

'Miss… I don't think the person who you're waiting for is coming to –'

I try smiling to the waiter,' it's alright I'm waiting for my fiancée right now…'

'Well, he's an asshole for making such a pretty lady wait…'

'Who said that I wouldn't be coming?' that voice.

Couldn't it be right?

You look back to see Seokjin?

But

'Love I'm sorry for being so late please forgive me –' he looks at back at the waiter –' I should have asked a better service here since I paid and thank god I did, it wouldn't be right if I tell Yoo Hyukjae their service is terrible.'

He was trembling in hid feet,' Sir…'

'I don't think it will be bad if something goes wrong while on your job? I don't like telling lies to my best friend, especially if it concerns his business.'

'I'm sorry, is something going on in here?' looking at the head of the manager looking.

'Ah… are you the manager of this place?'

'Yes sir…'

'That's great! I would like to list a certain complaint about something and me –'

'I'm sorry sir this will never happen again,' the waitress bows as the manager looks very confusing.'

'Sir, is there a problem?'

Seokjin looks at the man back,' Ah… he was recommending me some dishes that don't suit my taste and my fiancé, and I didn't want to order them.'

'I'm sorry, sir, would you like the chef recommendation?'

'and some wine, if you please.' The waiter bows and scurry of the room. Your jaw slacks at what Seokjin had done, but that lingering feeling inside you gnaw on your back that the Seokjin you knew wasn't the person standing in front of you.

The manager and the waiter bows down once again leaving me with the smiling man who happened to be late for our dinner and decided to crash its way like this.

'Seokjin?' asking for the first time

'Do I know you?' he asked but then smile,' you must be the girl Hyukjae hyung was saying, I'm so sorry for being late, I had some stuff going on, and I overlooked the time, I'm glad I made it the right time forgive me.'

'Seokjin why are you speaking like –'

He smiles at me, and the very smile Seokjin gave me in the convenient store.

'You must be Seokjin's friend in school, and I'm glad that rascal has some friends finally and you must be mistaken, but I'm not Seokjin, I'm Kim Jinseol, Seokjin's older brother.'

The whole night I spend gawking at Kim Jinseol's face, and I can't seem to enjoy the luxurious food in front of me because of the man.

The hair war pulled upwards, and the colour is purple in contrast to Seokjin's hair, and it was brown. The person in front of you looked very arrogant and was someone significant again in comparison to Seokjin's laughable demeanour and bubbly self.

'Am I that handsome? You were gawking me like a piece of meat, is the food that bad?' he chuckles; well he's the same as Seokjin likewise personally.

'I mean I am that handsome I guess,' there he was laughing, okay maybe a little bit arrogant.

Scoffing at him, I sat down, slumping into my chair a bit more, I can't wait to get back home and tear Hyukjae for having such friends.

He was looking for my reaction while I frown at him as he sat down and blush.

'I'm sorry for being so late. I swear I'm not always like this,' looking at him as you look at the time and to see he had shown up, Jinseol was late precisely 47 minutes.

I didn't exactly want to answer him, as the food starts coming in.

Silence had taken over the whole place as both of us eat in silence, and to my surprise, for the first time in my life, the person who was supposed to impress you with the richness and cars he has was sitting quietly eating his dinner.

The first time you had dinner with one of the suitors thrown to you, he was the quietest, he was calm and was enjoying his dinner. It was so different than the rest.

'Are you always 47 –'looking at the clock –'48 minutes late to dinner?'

He looks up from his filet mignon and smile,' I'm usually late for 2 hours, or I don't come at all.'

I looked at him bewildered,' are you serious?' he looks up and shake his head in an instant.

'No, I'm not, sorry for making such jokes, it was impolite of me.' Ah, he was also the type of a severe person and well reserve a bit like a tsundere, well semi tsundere.

'Please help yourself if you need anything tell me, it's all on me,' smiling at the thought.

'You do know this is my brothers' place. Everything I ask here is free, and I really don't like people wasting money on me,' I said, and he smiles.

'After putting you through tonight? I think this is an apology for being so late, work is killing me right now and being force into this kind of dinner cause me a lot of headaches,' he finishes before looking up at me.

' Wait… not you, I mean, you sure are lovely, and all trust me, not a total headache.'

I laugh,' I'm glad I'm not a headache and all, the others I can say.'

He nods his head in an agreement,' I see you also put into this kind of situation, a chance to find a partner courtesy of our lovely parents I presume?'

I smile and shrug,' were on the same page, I'm just an 18th-year-old student in high school trying to survive, and guys are seriously a headache –looking at him as his eyes look intensely at you –'not offence you are a great guy, I'm just not looking for anyone.'

'Understandable, if I were in your feet, I would have rebel every day,' he laughs.