"Let's get it," Namjoon says as we walk into the restaurant.

"Hello!" An older woman greets us. "Table for two for the two love turtles?"

"Love turtles? It's supposed to be lovebirds," I say, raising my eyebrow at the strange lady.

Namjoon clears his throat. "We actually have some questions. Is the owner around?"

"I am the owner!" The woman states proudly, flipping her hair back sassily.

"Is there somewhere we can sit?" Namjoon asks and she nods excitedly before gesturing him to follow her to her office.

**********

"And now here we are," Namjoon concludes and the owner of the restaurant stares at us blankly for a moment.

"She thinks we're crazy," I whisper to Namjoon.

"Not crazy at all! I get you superhero folk coming to see me all the time!" She exclaims and my eyes widen.

"There's more of us?" I ask in horror and she nods.

"Well, not after they cure themselves," she waves her hand dismissively.

"There's a cure?!" Namjoon asks excitedly.

The owner sighs. "Nobody ever wants to keep their superpowers. Bunch of flops, if you ask me."

"Because the powers are stupid," I say grumpily. "Give us the cure."

"Follow me," she says, sighing dramatically again before leaving the room and leading us to a large fountain.

It's beautiful and looks really ancient, with a statue of a strange-looking man situated above the water.

"Take a coin and wish for your powers to go away. Toss the coin in and your wish will come true," she says in a monotone voice, as if she recites it multiple times a day.

Just how many people have eaten the shrimp?

"Thanks," Namjoon says, grinning at her and she rolls her eyes.

"Ungrateful turkeys," she murmurs before walking away.

"How about I take a turkey and shove it up your-"

"Baby, no," Namjoon sighs as he hands me a coin. "Just make your wish so we can be normal again."

Together, we squeeze our eyes closed and make our wishes before tossing the coins into the water.

"Did it work?" I ask, turning to look at Namjoon.

He shrugs. "I don't feel any different."

"Me either," I frown.

"Oh! I know how to see," he says, grinning proudly at his apparently genius idea.

He runs off for a moment and comes back with a straw.

"Namjoon, why do you have a straw?" I ask, frowning.

But then I realize what he's planning to do.

And then he sticks the straw up his nose.

"Ehhhhh," he whines as he removes it and then makes a terrifyingly familiar face.

Before I have a chance to react, Namjoon sneezes right into my face.

But instead of my face melting off with flames, I get showered with spit and snot.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I scream as I wipe my face with his shirt.

"I'M CURED!" He yells back.

"Why didn't you turn your head away from me when you sneezed?! What if you had sneezed flames right into my face?!" I yell, furious.

"I forgot to turn my head," he shrugs apologetically.

"I'm going to drown you in this fountain," I say through clenched teeth. "I could've died!"

"Always so overdramatic," Namjoon sighs as he pulls me into a hug.

"I'll show you overdramatic," I say before using all of my strength, which isn't much, to push Namjoon into the fountain.

"Isla, my butt is wet now!" He whines as I stomp off towards the front of the restaurant.

"Thank you! Come again!" The owner says cheerfully, waving at me and I narrow my eyes at her.

"Because of you, I could smell the future and I could turn invisible when I sang a Lady Gaga song. Do you honestly think I'll come back?"

She purses her lips. "You need the power to not be a jackass, lady."

"My boyfriend just tried to melt my face with his sneeze. Sorry if I'm a little on edge, lady," I snap back.

"Sorry," I hear Namjoon whisper in my ear as he hugs me from behind. "I've never claimed to be good at decision making."

I go to turn around in his arms, but because he's still dripping wet, he's caused a puddle of water to form at our feet.

And when I try to turn around, I slip and fall on my butt.

And immediately after, Namjoon slips too and lands on top of me.

"Ouch," I whine as Namjoon lands in my lap. "Damn it, we were supposed to be cured of the stupid power of clumsiness!" I yell out in frustration and the owner of the restaurant starts cackling.

"That's not a superpower. You're just naturally clumsy," she shrugs while still laughing loudly.

"But it only started a year ago when we ate the shrimp!" Namjoon protests.

"My shrimp doesn't give the power to be clumsy. That'd just be stupid."

I sigh. "Yes. That's what is stupid in this situation."

Namjoon finally gets off of me and helps me up, being careful to hold onto me so I won't slip in the puddle again.

"Thank you! Come again!" She repeats as we go to leave.

I open my mouth to say something vulgar, but Namjoon's hand clamps over my mouth and he drags me out of the restaurant.

"Please don't. You'll give her a heart attack with the things you say," he says, shuddering at the memory of me chasing after him and yelling obscene things when he pulled me down the stairs the day we met.

"Whatever," I huff in annoyance. "Let's go get nachos. I need food to cheer me up."

"I really need to go to work or my boss will fire me," Namjoon says and I laugh.

"Dimples, you aren't a superhero anymore, remember?" I point out and he gasps.

"Oh no. I'm jobless now!" He says, distraught.

I frown. "Did you really make money doing the superhero thing?"

He shakes his head. "Nope. I'd always ask for tips after saving people but they never wanted to give me money. They'd always complain about how I caused more trouble."

"So how did you make money?" I ask, tilting my head to the side.

"Oh, when I have free time I go to this restaurant and show people where they can sit and the owner gives me money for it!" He exclaims and I stop walking to face him in the middle of the busy sidewalk.

"You work as a host in a restaurant?" I ask incredulously.

"Is that what it's called?" He asks, tilting his head to the side. "Huh, I didn't know it had a name!"

"You do realize that's a job, right, dimples?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

"Oh," he says quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe I can come get a job with you! Or I can go to college and be a business person! I'd like to have a job where I can carry around a briefcase filled with my snacks."

"That's not what..." I pause. "Okay, babe. You do whatever makes you happy."

"I actually think I want to be a rapper," he says seriously and I turn to look at him as we're walking towards his apartment.

"Really?" I ask, smiling.

"Yeah. I actually wrote a rap the other day. It's about you!" He says excitedly and I grin.

"That's so sweet, dimples! What's it called?" I ask.

"Expensive Girl," he says proudly.

~~~~~

A/N:

THE END!

If you've read this whole thing, I'm sorry honestly lmfao

But also if you did, THANK YOU SO MUCH.

I'll miss writing about these two idiots. <3