Chapter 3: Novelistá de Pastor

A month—I've waited exactly a month now for Mr. Chim to update Merciless Love, but what did I get? A letter that says the book will be temporarily close, and won't be updated for a while now.That means he won't update, and that means no life for me.

I walked down the street, frowning and deeply sighing as I made my way to the small coffee shop visible in front of my eyes. My feet stumbled, entering the place and immediately marching towards the kitchen —preparing myself for the work today.

If it wasn't for Mr. Chim, I wouldn't have worked my ass just to pay and buy his published books—kidding. I have my reasons for working.

The day started off with me opening the coffee shop, waiting for the costumers, and serving them—the job was just acting as a cashier, waiter and coffee maker at the same time. It sure is a tiring job, but at least it pays a lot to feed me off and own my apartment in the future.

I've wanted to have my own apartment, despite my Tía insisting for me to live in her house instead. Reason why? I can't stay in the same roof as a person whose whole existence is a homophobic creature and most importantly, a woman who speaks to people pointing out their sins when she herself is a much more sinner.

Don't get me wrong, I love my Aunt-but it's just those kind of things that kept me out of line. Also, aside from that, I really wanted to be alone and not depend on my relatives.

As time goes by, work got a little easier for me as the costumers got out of the shop one by one —although there are ones that are entering.

I stood straight up, finished cleaning the table and making my way back to the counter. I took a glimpse around to see that only one couple is left inside the shop. Such then, lips parted to see someone I didn't expect.

"Pastor Jimin?" I squeaked, narrowing my eyes at the figure outside the coffee shop. "What is he doing here?"

My eyes landed at the other figure beside him, causing my lips to curve into a small smile—totally not focusing on my work as of the moment.

It was Namjoon, the guy that I met at the convento a week ago along with Jimin. He introduced himself as Jimin's best friend—the one who is a trainee at the monastery. They've been together since they were young, mostly spending his time with Jimin despite the two having a language barrier.

Namjoon being the english experto and Jimin being the spanish experto. But both are koreans—it was just that, they were raised in a complete different country. Though they can manage with their common language.

Both of them met in South Korea with Jimin entering the convent at age 10 and Namjoon entering the monastery, getting scolded by the priests. They eventually became best friends afterward. That's how I came to know their adorable friendship.

I snapped out of my trance-quickly guiding my way towards the sound, realizing that I've been zoning out and staring at the two figures outside for too long. Biting my lips, I inhaled deeply before calming myself down.

"What would you like to order, Sir?" I cracked a forced smile, looking at the figure in front of me with an eyebrow raised making me gulped down. His stares continue to pierce a hole through my body.

He let out a chuckle making my heart almost leap out of my chest at the beautiful sound he just created.

"Caramel Macchiato, please." He said in a more sullen sound, showing his gummy smile. I blinked multiple times, nodding before grabbing the cup and a marker.

I raised the cup, getting ready to write. "What would you like for it to be named, Sir?"

"You name your cups here?" He asked in confusion-realizing that he must've been new in this small shop. Dumb you, Jihyo. Of course he would be new!

"Yes, we do give cups for free. Uh—"

"Yoongay will do." He answered, interrupting me, and grinning in anticipation making me almost cough.

Did I hear it right? Yoongay?

Who would name their child such embarrassing name? I'm not homophobic—it's just—

I bit my inside cheeks, suppressing a laugh that might insult the costumer before writing 'Yoongay' on the cup.

The costumer made his way to table after giving him his designated number. Was that man serious? Or did I hear it wrong?

I decided to shrug it off, shaking my forehead—bewildered. My eyes moved unconsciously, glancing outside the shop to see that Namjoon and Jimin has been gone long for now, making me frown, and sighed.

Turning around, I decided to make the coffee and all of a sudden, I felt uneasy and uncomfortable as if someone was watching me from behind. I looked over to see no one was staring at me except for the couple talking, while the other is busy with their own laptop.

Biting my lips, I furrowed my eyebrows and continue to brew the order while at the same time, taking the orders of the new costumers coming in— making their shakes and teas while waiting for the coffee.

After a while, I gave the costumers their tea and shakes as a take out before grabbing the coffee container, pouring it on the cup. I put the cup on the tray, reaching out to his table. Stopping in front of him, I grabbed the cup before placing it on his table.

"Enjoy it, sir." I smiled, giving my best.

"Thank you." He said with a sweet smile, grabbing the cup as I turned around.

I looked back at him to see his face flushed while he stared flustered at the cup.

Did I do something wrong?

"I said Yoongi, not Yoongay." He muttered under his breath, a clear tint of redness was evident on his pale cheeks. I did hear that.

Don't tell me I messed up with the name again? A wash of embarrassment appeared on my cheeks as I stumbled on my way back to the counter.

Gosh! This is why Jin hates me—not literally, he loves me. I messed up a lot of times when it comes to names. Is it my problem that I always misheard them? Even Jin decided to bring me to the hospital for a check up, in case of having bad hearing problems which the Doctor completely disagreed with him. My ears are completely fine.

A sigh escaped my lips, hissing at myself for being dumb and decided to steal sneaky glance at my phone and quickly opening the website where Mr. Chim updates— in case he might change his mind about the temporary closing of Merciless Love.

"A new book?" I squeaked, jaw dropped and widened eyes fixed on the new title appearing on my screen.

My heart flipped at the thought of Mr. Chim having a new book. I looked at it again, astonished and flabbergasted—unable to believe if it is true or not. I mean, I don't mind Mr. Chim not updating for weeks now, but a new book? Without even finishing Merciless Love yet? Could this day be any better—

A small and quiet squeal left my mouth, eyes firmly fixed on the screen of my phone.

'Novelistá de Pastor'

A novel written by Mr. Chim

Translation: Novelist from Pastor