Summary: A customer flirts with you and So Mun doesn’t take it well.
Warnings: none
“So Mun, table 5!” Ms Chu called out the young boy, whose gaze was fixed on you and a random dude. Hana chuckled at his behaviour, she had to hear about his undying love for you almost every time they trained together. It annoyed her. She’ll have to confess for the both of you if no one doesn’t want to make the first move.
Mun was very shy when it came to love and everyone seemed to know. You were his first crush so he was going through emotions that hehad never experienced. For example, the butterflies in his stomach. He would get them just by looking at you, his stomach doing flips every time you smiled at him and hugged him.
So Mun’s eyes never left your figure as your conversation with that guy went on, his smirk pissing him off. Only if he had enough courage to storm there and drag you away. He sighed out loud, why was liking someone so hard? Although he couldn’t see your expressions as he was facing your back, he was still able to hear your soft giggles. Were you uncomfortable or enjoying whatever he was saying to you? Honestly he didn’t know but he secretly wished it was the first one.
“Jealous much?” Motak smiled teasingly at the boy, whose attention was now on the bowls in Motak’s hands, which he was supposed to deliver a while ago. Completely ignoring the question, he proceeded to grab the bowls but Motak pulled them farther away from him, “Go confess kiddo, serving can wait.”
His ears turned bright red, he wanted to disappear. Hana laughed along with Motak, both enjoyed teasing him about you. “Stop it!” he grabbed the bowls and left in embarrassment. It was not like he thought they would tell you about his feelings, he trusted them, but it was beyond embarrassing.
“We have to get them together,” Motak whispered, his eyes following Mun’s walk of shame. “Absolutely,” Hana nodded, determinded to make you two official by the end of the day.
You joined Hana and Motak shortly after, a sigh of relief coming out of your mouth. The conversation with the boy, whose name you didn’t remember, was exhausting. “What are you sighing for?” Ms Chu popped out of nowhere, a hint of concern in her voice.
“This guy’s pick up lines were awful. Like if you can’t flirt, don’t do it!” you said very much annoyed. If you wanted to hear pick up lines from the internet, you would search for them yourself. Ms Chu shook her head at how youngsters flirt these days and went back to the kitchen. Motak wheezed at what you said, getting weird looks from some customers.
Hana took the chance to sweep you away, bringing you out of the restaurant, “Whatever Motak and I tell you, you need to give a positive reaction or answer! Okay?” These two were always up to something so you were used to them acting this way, nonetheless you couldn’t help but be confused.
“Okay?” Hana shook your shoulders, she wasn’t playing here. “Yes ma’am!” you decided to trust them with whatever they were planning. You got a wave from from that guy while entering the restaurant, giving him an awkward one in return.
Mun was standing with Motak near the TV, both noticing your actions. Motak knew you didn’t like that guy from what you said earlier and how awkward you were now. However, So Mun didn’t have a clue and Motak was aware of that.
“Seems like this boy has stolen her heart!” Motak placed a hand on his heart, waiting for a reaction. “You think so too?” he narrowed his eyes, watching the boy observing you. He was acting like a creep, his eyes following your every movement. Well he did that too but he had no bad intentions.
Motak pulled him away by the hood and dragged him to where Hana and you were. At the sight of them approaching, Hana nodded at you. You weren’t sure what was that about so you just assumed you would have to do what she told you earlier. As they reached you, the plan got activated.
“Isn’t that guy cute?” Hana asked you referring to the certain customer. You didn’t want to agree but you knew she would smack you if you didn’t, “I think he is.” The uncertainty in your voice made her glare at you. Motak was trying not to laugh, patting So Mun’s shoulder.
So Mun’s heart started beating faster, so you found him cute. Wasn’t he cute too? For the first time in his life he wanted to be called cute too.
“I think you would make a great pair.” Hana told you and you tried not to cringe. You slowly nodded and Mun widened his eyes. If you thought you would be a good pair that meant you wanted to date him. Oh how much he wanted to punch that guy.
He stormed off to the training room, bumping into Ms Chu on his way there. She looked at Mun’s back, he usually apologises so she figured out there was something wrong with him. “What did you do to So Mun?” She pinched Motak’s ear, waiting for an explanation.
“I’m going to see what’s wrong with him, cover for me!” You stood up and left. Motak managed to escape Ms Chu’s grip, rubbing his ear. Hana smirked as she watched you leave, “We did it!”
Motak and Hana fist bumped each other, satisfied by their successful plan. “I’m asking you again, what did you do to our baby?” Ms Chu crossed her arms, tapping her right foot on the floor.
“We had a plan to make him confess and it worked!” Motak smiled proudly and Hana nodded. “Why won’t you leave the kids alone? They will admit their feelings when the right time comes.”
“They were taking forever and we decided to give them a little push.” Hana defended their plan, she wasn’t wrong and Ms Chu knew it too.
“Your plan hasn’t worked until they walk out that room hand in hand,” she pointed out. Well she wasn’t wrong either. All they had to do was wait for you two to come out and celebrate your 1st day as a couple. “Do you think So Mun will chicken out?”
“Probably,” Motak shrugged, “But he seemed mad so I don’t know.”
You entered the training room, finding So Mun giving multiple punches with bare hands to the punching bag. You immediately ran to him, holding his hands in your own, “You will get hurt if you keep this up.”
He looked away from you and snatched his hands away, “Don’t you have a boyfriend to care for?”
You didn’t instantly get what he meant but it hit you. He was referring to the guy that was flirting with you. In addition to that, you realised that Hana tried to make So Mun jealous but why? “I don’t like that guy.”
His head snapped to your direction, thinking he didn’t hear you right. “B-but noona said-”
You chuckled, cutting him off. You were quick to talk again because considering So Mun’s personality, he would assume that chuckle was basically to make fun of him. “She did it to make you jealous I guess,” you shrugged, “But I don’t know why.”
So Mun gulped at your assumption, ears getting red. So Hana and Motak tried to make him confess? Those sneaky-
“Do you perhaps...” you hesitated to ask, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable but you wanted to know. Why would they try to make him jealous if he didn’t like you?
“Like me?”
He looked at his feet, unsure of how to respond. He didn’t know if you felt the same but he didn’t want to lie to you, he still had a chance after all. He nodded while still looking down. He could feel his cheeks heating up as you didn’t say anything, too afraid to face rejection.
It was far from rejection actually, your crush liking you back felt like a dream. You hugged him with a big smile on your face, “I’m glad we both feel the same!”
His eyes widened, you felt the same? Poor boy thought he didn’t hear right again. He couldn’t believe that you liked him back either, he was stressing too much over it to be real. “That means we can date?”
You nodded as you pulled away from the hug, your arms still around him. He smiled so brightly, anyone would go blind. “It took us some time, huh?” You asked, remembering all the times the others told you to confess to him. “That’s right!”
You exited the training room, holding hands. “OH WHAT ARE MY EYES SEEING?” Motak literally jumped at the sight of your intertwined hands. “We did it!” Hana smiled proudly, throwing a wink at you both.
“That plan was really something else,” you shook your head and So Mun giggled. “I guess we owe them for getting us together.”
“Damn right you do, I want ice cream!” Hana exclaimed.
“Let’s go get ice cream then!” Motak ran to the door, being stopped by Ms Chu holding a spatula. “Where do you think you’re going? Our shift isn’t done!”
Well you would definitely get robbed without her, just saying. “Oh right...” Motak sulked and Hana patted his back, “We will get it later.”
“Ms Chu, why are you holding a spatula? We make noodles.” You pointed out, making curious the others as well.
“In case I needed to smack Motak,” she held the spatula in a threatening way, making Motak hide behind Hana. You three laughed, finding the relationship between Ms Chu and Motak adorable, sibling energy.
“Congratulations on your wedding- I mean dating!” Ms Chu turned her gaze at you two, “Now back to work!”
You laughed at her mistake, Motak adding a loud soon and running off to not get hit.
You went to clean up the table of the guy who flirted with you, noticing his number written on a napkin. You picked it up to throw it away later but it got snatched by So Mun. “You don’t need that,” he teared it to pieces and dropped it on the floor.
“So Mun pick that up now!” Ms Chu yelled from the kitchen, how in the world did she notice that.
You helped Mun clean up, he did that because of you so you thought you should help. “Next time I’ll punch anyone who flirts with you!”
Throwing off my dsmp blog label for about a hot second;
The Uncanny Encounter! Is really fucking good!! My brain just went "hyperfixate on this now" and I watched 12 eps in less than 48 hrs (each eps are 1 hr long :D). The fandom? Basically nonexistent ;-;
So due to that- im gonna clog my followers dashboard with love posting of this show lol (/hj)
But! If you like superpowers/vigilante stuff and some good ass found family vibes, and with a sprinkle of gay enemies to lovers subtext around the end, this shows for you!
Main thoughts:
I want to give Mo Tak a kiss! Let me be his boyfriend!! He is amazing and badass and hot-
Anyway that's it lol- I just wanted to gush about this show because my hyperfixation has me in a chokehold 😭
Here’s the thing: no one wants to hire a teenager with no experience.
No experience, no high school degree, no house, no money, no parents– the list of things Hyeok-U is lacking could fill all the empty space in the room. It could land there, between the wall and the bed, on the corner sometimes he ends up sitting, sprawled, undignified, pathetic, just staring at the spot where the paint is peeling on the door.
Fuck all of this.
“We’re all out of kimchi,” he says, and his fingers are tight on the pen, stained blue with the cheap ink, plastic digging on his skin, “can I get you anything else?”
The man frowns, looking down at his noodle then back at Hyeok-U. His shirt has a loose thread by the collar and Hyeok-U wants to sneer at the coarse material. “No, I want the kimchi.”
He takes a deep breath, exhales. “It’s all out, I’m afraid.”
“Listen, I know how this works,” the man continues, huffing and puffing his chest like any amount of posturing will make kimchi magically appear in the kitchens, “just because you’re too lazy to go looking–”
“Excuse me,” a new voice pipes from the table nearby– a middle-aged woman that had come in half an hour ago and only ordered a glass of water. Now, she waves the menu in his face, cutting off both him and the Kimchi Idiot. “I’m ready to order now. I want the–”
“Hey, are you listening, boy?” the man snaps, “I don’t have all the time in the world, I’m on my lunch break here!”
A headache is building behind his eyes, a piercing pressure like needles sticking to his brain, and Hyeok-U wants to take the lady’s water and dump it over the idiot’s head. He wants to tell them to go fuck themselves and upturn the table while he’s at it.
He wants to go back to his room at his house and curl up on his bed until his life is no longer a trainwreck.
The pressure builds, his lungs ache. He needs this job, humiliating as it is, he needs the money and he needs the bedroom in the back.
“I told you,” he grits his teeth, bites back all he wants to say, “we’re all out of kimchi.”
The man rears back, gearing up for a tirade, and the menu is being waved again, shrill voice hammering at his skull, and Hyeok-U needs this job to survive, just for a little longer, just until he finds something better, just until he saves up enough–”
“Ya, he already told you there’s no kimchi, what are you nagging for? And can’t you read? There’s a sign right there saying it’s self-serving,” Ha Na shoulders past him to glare down at the man, her own stupid apron gone, and it makes the guy cower back into his noodle and the lady settle down as if knowing she could throw them out with her bare hands.
Hyeok-U burns with shame.
Is it not enough that he’s living off their pity? Does he need to be saved from stupid customers now too?
It’d be easier if they had just shut the door on his face the night he came knocking. Anyone else would’ve. Hyeok-U would’ve, had the roles been reversed. Fuck, if shit hadn’t hit the fan, he probably still would’ve.
“Come on, we need to talk,” she nods towards the kitchen, turning sharply without a word about the incident, without checking to see if he’s following. Of course he’s following.
Eyes fixed on the floor, he hears the door close behind him, lets the warm smells of the room envelop him. It’s completely unfamiliar but comforting. Mrs.Chu is bustling around and finishing orders while Ha Na has already taken over the sink to wash noodles. “There,” she says, “the brat’s here.”
He swallows down whatever bristling comment he wants to make, hating the warmth he feels rushing up to his cheeks, knows his face is probably growing blotchy in angry embarrassment. “Did you need me to do something?”
Mrs.Chu smiles– always kind, always gentle, absolutely bewildering. “No, no, just letting you know they’re leaving for a bit, so we’re closing the shop for a while. Actually, would you put up the sign at the door? Don’t let anyone else come in, alright?”
The clock reads a little after one in the afternoon, ticking away innocently on the wall above the oven. They want to close the shop now? “Sure,” he tries not to frown, after all, what does he know about running a business? Wasn’t he the one being a bitch to the servers barely a week ago?
“Ha Na, I think I know where they are, we need– oh, hey, you’re here, right!” It’s Mun, barging in from downstairs, from the weird gym they have probably, and Hyeok-U has been there before, knows this on his bones, but can’t remember when. It’s like trying to catch a handful of water. Now, though, he worries only about not twitching like a scared fucking rabbit because Mun greets him just like that. Hey, you’re here. Like he forgot, like he doesn’t mind, like he doesn’t remember all the times Hyeok-U fucked up his life. You’re here. Yes, yes, he is, and how come Hyeok-U is the only one who seems to realize how fucked up that is?
Sometimes, he wants to shake Mun by the shoulders, ask him what the fuck he thinks he’s doing.
“Uh, Ha Na? We should go do… that thing?” Mun blinks, stumbling a little, and Ha Na is dumping the noodles in a bowl too small for them, uncaring how it spills on the counter, “like, right now? Right? Right now would be great.”
“Let’s go,” she shoves past him again, rolling her eyes all the while, zips up her tracksuit, and takes a minute to give him a look, “don’t do anything stupid. And don’t let assholes off the hook, it’s bad for business.”
Well, it’s a bit too late for that last one, isn’t it?
Mun clears his throat, scratching the back of his head. “Right. Bye?”
“Be careful,” Mrs.Chu says, wiping her hands on her apron and fluttering about, fretting and fussing, “and call me if anything happens, do you hear me? No unnecessary risks!”
Mun beams, nodding and bowing, and Hyeok-U looks away, goes to mop up the water Ha Na spilled. He doesn’t understand what the hell is going on with these people, what they are to each other, and they’re all so fucking weird, but it’s–
Whatever. He needs to flip the sign at the door.
Making a beeline out of the kitchen and to the entrance, he watches through the glass door as Mun tries to shove Ha Na out of the way and take the passenger seat but gets pushed instead. Mo Tak is shaking his head behind the wheel, saying something that makes Ha Na smirk smugly at Mun.
Mun takes the backseat, laughing.
The van takes off, tires screeching. Hyeok-U flips the sign.
His chest is aching as he turns away, back to the shop, back to his job, back to his shitty room and shitty life, and knows he should be grateful, after everything.
Instead, there’s just something that hurts oddly like longing.
[VLOG] 190528 Hana
저는 아직도 꿈이 가수인걸요
10:03 PM KST
Source: What Is Hana Doing?
Translation: I Still Dream of Being a Singer
The reason for her tears???
Will be revealed in a moment
Jung Hana! Is on TV?!
Appearing on a music program on the “M” network!
“Ah Just a little while ago, watched Hana’s stage and tears came”
With joy -
The song is all about ‘Life is Joyful,’ right?
So I was singing with joy
And just then, the energy of the audience was so~ hot
I had in-ears in both of my ears, but even so
Everyone was on their feet, and everybody was doing this all together
The writers, the PDs
And int he audience, there were cheers of “Unnie!”
And so I just suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion
And so I cried..ㅠㅠ
“Why was the nickname Sangam MBC?”
Hmm, I don’t really know, either..
I don’t know the reason
And this might just be me thinking it
But “Zinger Time” came about on MBC, right
So maybe it was just to relate it to MBC?
The third song
I know it’s a lot, but it was Baek Jiyoung sunbaenim’s “I Won’t Love”
To begin with, because I truthfully didn’t even think I was going to sing the third song
“Can’t you sing it right here for us once?”
Uh...I haven’t sung since...Just here all of a sudden...You want me to sing it for you?
Do...What was it? [Sings]
I was going to sing it like this
When rehearsing for “King of Masked Singer,” we of course rehearsed through “I Won’t Love”
Through “I Won’t Love,” did the - what’s it called - band session
In the studio
“Seeing your crying face was too sad. I cried, too. The audience members and I, too, felt the sadness in our hearts when we saw you cry”
I cried, too, watching it again a little earlier
Ah tears come to my eyes just thinking about it
Everyone, truly that emo- that feeling you won’t know
It was very...Oh, very...Aches, my heart aches
My heart ached when I stood on stage after such a long time
And the immense support coming from the cheers and the applause...
I truly was overcome with emotion...
Oh, anyway, I was overcome with emotion
It was so good to be able to stand on stage again
When will I again - Oh now that I’m saying this, tears are coming again
I don’t know when the next time is that I will get to stand on stage, you know
Anyway, seeing that today, I - Ah I don’t know
After watching it again, my heart hurts more
On stage after 4 years
Got up on the stage with half worry half anticipation
Still, people are remembering Hana
Thank you for showing us an impressive performance
Let go of all the suffering your heart has endured over all this time
We are sincerely cheering you on to walk down a blossoming path
