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THREE| Duck

The ultimate embarrassment came when, at the restaurant, your parents and neighbors immediately all took a seat together at a four person table. This made it blissfully obvious that they wanted to torture you and have you die from embarrassment. And so, angry at your parents who were watching you and smiling widely, you grabbed Jungkook's wrist and led him to your own separate table for two.

You were sitting alone. Together. At a fancy restaurant, and you had really just met him.

Jungkook actually didn't seem to mind as much as you thought he would, and was mostly troubled by the sight of the menu. He furrowed his brows in confusion as his eyes intently scanned the pages. He looked up at you slightly as you put your menu down, already knowing what you wanted.

"May I ask what you would like to drink?" The waiter came and asked, pulling out a notepad in order to jot down whatever you ordered.

"I'll just take water," You told him, and the two of you looked questioningly at Jungkook.

He shifted under the gazes and nervously looked down.

"Jungkook, what drink do you want?" You asked more slowly, motioning as if you had a cup in your hands to help him decipher your words. His eyes brightened as he seemed to understand and he also told the waiter water.

"Are you two a couple?" The waiter asked, smiling after jotting down the simple drink order, "Because you're really cute together."

You really wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Dang it, why did the two of you have to be booted to the kids table?!?

"No," You abruptly informed him, but unfortunately at the same time, Jungkook, who had misunderstood or not understood at all and used the phrase as a back up, said "Thank you."

The waiter looked at the two of you in confusion as you both blinked at each other.

"Uhh..." With a shrug, the waiter patted Jungkook's back. "Sorry, good luck," He wished sincerely, feeling sympathy for the presumed to be 'friend zoned' boy. Your face burned as the waiter left and you banged your head into the table, wanting to just die there.

"I said something wrong," Jungkook noted, cursing himself for not paying better attention in English class, "I'm sorry." He still didn't know what was going on but you looked very distressed which allowed him to determine that either he or the waiter had done something to make you uncomfortable. That wasn't his intent at all.

"It's OK," you quickly reassured, not wanting to make the situation any worse than it already was.

Jungkook smiled in relief and after the drinks arrived went back to trying to decipher the menu.

"Do you need help?" You asked upon seeing him panic and he shyly nodded. You weren't about to let him sit there and struggle, besides, you figured it would be best if the two of you didn't have another awkward encounter with the waiter. "What do you want to eat?"

"Meat," He replied simply, pushing his menu towards you so you could see. His answer didn't really narrow down his options very well.

"Umm... what kind?" You felt frustrated that once again the communication between the two of you wasn't quite clicking.

"Steak?" He spoke hesitantly, more of a question than a statement really.

Just then, your heart stopped as you saw a horrific sight. Please no. You really didn't want to deal with this right then. Behind Jungkook came a huge group of girls from your school walking into the restaurant. Praying you wouldn't be seen by them, you fumbled with your menu and held it up in front of your face. Jungkook was extremely confused by your actions and tried to pull the menu down to see your face. You only snapped at him in response.