One Year Later
The restaurant where Jungtae and Taekyun were working was louder than usual.
"Table three needs two ramyeon and one bulgogi!" Taekyun shouted from across the room.
"I heard you!" Jungtae shot back from behind the counter.
He moved quickly between tables, apron tied neatly around his waist. His movements were confident and more expert than before.
His hands could carry four serving trays at once, his steps were quick while wearing an easy smile.
He balanced plates with expertise and remembered regular customers' orders without checking the notepad.
"Jungtae boy!" an elderly customer called. "The usual."
"Yes, sir. Less spice, extra side dish," Jungtae replied with a grin.
"Thanks."
Taekyun watched him from the kitchen entrance and smirked. "Look at you. You've surpassed me, will you be the next boss?" He teased him.
"Maybe I will one day," Jungtae answered lightly.
Taekyun gasped dramatically. "Gotcha. Planning to steal the boss's restaurant?"
