➪The Man|| WINRINA

𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

I'm an idiot

Winter wss well aware of that. She was well aware that she had the tendency to slip up, like the time she ended up spilling one of her co-worker's secret (they hooked up with a fellow co-worker) to Mrs. Na because she was intimidated by the woman. She also slipped up with her admission, which as you can see is her biggest problem now. And also the time she actually slipped and ended up drenching Chenle in an ice bath for the boiled eggs.

Laying on her stomach while on the couch, Winter kicked her feet in an agrivated manner, hands clenched beside her head which she would alternately hit on the couch surface.

Great, Jaemin probably grew more suspicious of her. Why didn't she realize that only staff members knew the 'secrets' of the kitchen? Jaemin probably thought of something and would be on to her. Just what she needed really.

She raised her head, only to faceplant on the couch with a loud grown. "He's going to kill me."

Jaemin was capable of murder, Winter thinks. She meant, he always looked like he was ready to kill when he wasn't smiling and not to mention the way he knows how to use a gun (she discovered that because of the pellet gun he used to shoot Brad's bottom during PE class). And expertly knew how to weild a kitchen knife.

That was it, Jaemin was going to kill her.

She closed her eyes tightly, groaning, "I'm—"

Ping!

Winter quickly opened her eyes, scrambling to sut up on the couch before extending her right arm toward the center table where he phone was. She took the device and turned it on, seeing a test message from...Jaemin?

Jaemin: Hi Jeong, please proceed to Na Dough cat cafe so that we can continue with out research paper.
Jaemin:... Thanks Jaemin

Well that just nice.

🧑

"Minjeong!" Soobin waved his hand wildly, seated between Jaemin and Taehyun.

Minjeong turned to the voice, moving quicly toward its direction. She saw Chenle's head from the kitchen door that was left open. She shpuld avoid being seen by him.

"Yo," Taehyun greeted, not looking up from his laptop but gave a nod of acknowledgement toward Minjeong. "Got here quickly."

Winter could note the sarcasm. (S)he rolled his eyes and pulled the empty chair. It was facing the three, her back facing the rest of the cafe.

"Yeah, lightning speed." Winter snorted, taking out her book from her back. She spammed it on the table. "So, what's missing?"

"References." Jaemin answered, takinh off his glasses, which by the way fitted him like a second skin. He turned to Minjeong. "APA style seventh edition."

Minjeong scrunched his nose. No wonder they didn't let her do any of the research. They wanted to escape the horrendous rask of making bibliographies. Of course, she wouldn't complain. "Sure. Give me all your sources and I'll cite it."

Jaemin hummed, gesturing to the tall pile of books next to his laptop. He had both his elbowst perched on the table, child on his interlocked fingers.

He studied Minjeong. He found him weird. Now having the proper chance to take a look at Minjeong's face, he can't help but notice how soft his feature were. Sure there were some males that had soft features but Minjeong's were too soft, like he wasn't his by the truck called puberty. Not to mention his height, he was the shortest male in their batch. A sad truth. And his dick (what? Don't judge) did not look packed.