The cafe was now less busy with most that were coming in settled for take outs. There were just about 4 -5 tables that were occupied by people enjoying their orders ... Taemin enjoyed these hours... he can watch their patrons' happy faces and also secretly ogle his handsome boyfriend as he moved from table to table to clean and assist. The waiter's musings was stopped when he heard the sound of the chimes connected to the cafe door...

"Welcome to JiJi's Café!"

Everyone stopped to look at the newcomers who seemed a little out of place because of the amount of aura they were exuding once they stepped in. All had commanding auras though wearing simple clothes, one slightly older but still commanding respect

Taemin blushed as he received the silver haired one's stare and he nervously asked, "Table for 2, s-sir?"

Cyril smiled making the younger blush more, "for six little one...the others are arriving in a bit"

Taemin jumped a bit and pouted when MinHo suddenly appeared beside him then whispered, "mocha latte and 2 cream puffs for table 6. I'll take it from here."

He then sent a glare to the newcomers once his boyfriend got out of sight, "we have one at the back that is a bit private. Please follow me."

The Manager patted Cyril as Jun seemed amazed at the pictures of pastries decorating the walls of the cafe, "Cyril... did the waiter just glare at us?"

Cyril shrugged, "he probably didn't hyung.... just your imagination. Jun, don't drool at the walls..."

Benedict sighed and held both Jun and Tyrone by the arm, "let's order before these two gets into mischief..."

MinHo bowed and allowed the group to sit on the table before handing out the menu, "We have everything on the menu available. Please call me once you have chosen what you want to eat."

Cyril murmured a soft thank you as his attention grabbed by Jun who was exclaiming beside him "waaaa... Everything looks nice... hyungdeul... choose the ones I'm not buying so I can get some from your plate!"

Cyril sighed in resignation, "geez... you're lucky you have fast metabolism"

Cyril shook his head and motioned for MinHo, "please give us one of each pastry. We'll try everything... and an Americano for me"

"Capuccino for me please"

" I'll have hot Matcha"

"Hot green tea for me"

"Iced Americano and hot Jasmine tea"

The waiter nodded and bowed politely before taking his leave to inform Key of the order and to help assemble.

Benedict leaned on the comfortable seat as he took in the atmosphere of the cafe, it was very homey and a sweet aroma fills the air. There were paintings lined and pictures of happy costumers were decorated on a wall.

"Ah finally I get to taste the other samples here! If those cream puffs tasted heaven, I can't wait to eat the other ones!"

"Calm down Jun... if other people see you like that, they'll think we don't feed you enough..."

"I'm a growing boy, what can I say?"

Benedict heard soft humming from his left and he turned his head by instinct. Being in an entertainment company for years, he developed a good ear for talents. On the other table was a person whose beauty cannot be compared even with the models and talents he had been working ever since. The beauty's head was moving softly in tune of the song she was humming...

"This voice... so beautiful... " these were the exact thought that was running in Benedict's head as the beauty sang some lines while looking over some papers.

"Ben... are you okay?"

He jumped a bit after he felt a hand on his shoulder, "woah... don't scare me!"

Cyril smirked as he removed his hand from his shoulder, "you were spacing out while gawking at that girl."

"I wasn't gawking..."

Cyril shrugged and by the time Benedict turned back to look at the person, she magically disappeared. The manager paled and grabbed Cyril's arm whispering as low as he can, "you saw her right? The girl sitting there a while ago?"

Cyril stared outside of the cafe, "I did... that's why I said you were gawking. I thought you don't believe in ghosts anymore?"

"B-but she disappeared..."

Before Cyril could talk... the waiters alternately brought out the pastries for the Jungs. MinHo bowed to the customers and in a business like voice said, "Masters...we'll bring the rest of the pastries later, please motion for us when you are ready for the next round."

Cyril looked at each of waiter's nameplates and smiled, "Thank you MinHo, Taemin. We'll call again in half an hour."

Taemin's eyes grew to the size of saucers as his eyes darted between Jun and the number of pastries that filled the medium sized table of the cafe, "H-half an hour? It's hard to finish all these even in an hour!"

MinHo covered Taemin's lips with his hand and bowed politely to the group, "we didn't mean to be rude masters... please enjoy your meal."

Benedict nodded and smiled, "it's all right... er... MinHo... We'll call later. Thank you and please give my compliments to the pastry chef and the barista. "

The waiters bowed again and took their leave as Cyril chuckled while watching Jun and Tyrone start on his favourite cream puffs.

"I wonder who she is..."

Grace was blushing furiously as he remembered what occurred a few minutes ago...she suddenly stopped walking as everything finally dawned on him...

"H-he w-was t-trying t-to f-f-flirt with me?"

You see, Grace is a bit slow when it comes to things like that and he was only blushing furiously before due the closeness of Mick's face with his and just looking at the other guy's eyes can leave him as a pile of melted jelly.

"Princess! Run!"

The novelist didn't even have time to turn around as she was dragged by arm leading to the opposite direction of the cafe.

"Mick? Why are we running? Who are we running from?"

Mick gave him a charming but mischievous smile, "I'll explain later...right now, we need to run or I'll be raped. You don't want that right?"

Grace gasped and tried his best to match the pace of the man dragging her by arm, "raped? Oh no of course not! You won't be raped while I'm around Mick! I'll protect you!"

The singer grinned even wider at the determination shining in her eyes. He thought that Grace need not know right now that he has a black belt in Taekwondo and relished at the adorableness of Grace as she flexed her non existent muscles to prove her claim

"Micky?"

The novelist blushed redder and she shyly tried to remove his hand from Mick's iron grasp, "I-I'm sorry... I just got carried away."

"Nah.... its fine princess... you can call me anything you want. I'm not going to complain."

Mick turned at a corner and Grace propelled forward unprepared to the taller one's weirdly muscled chest, steam puffed out of the novelist's head but Mick seemed to not have noticed.

A group of girls ran past the corner the two have hidden in, all holding banners and pictures whilst shouting "Mick"...

"Are they the ones who wanted to rape you? Those seemed an awful lot..."

"Yeah, I don't know what they saw in me though."'

Grace turned to look at Mick and his breath hitched. Mick's sweaty face, adam's apple that moves (sexily) when he talk, sweaty muscular arms holding him secure, that sweet voice plus the fact that he is slightly panting due the excessive running..."that face plus that voice...no wonder they wanted him badly... I kind of want to do the same at the moment."

Mick chuckled as he held the novelist tighter, "do you normally voice out your thoughts or is this a special case?"

More steam puffed out of Grace's head, and she hid herself further into Mick's chest, "I-I wasn't saying anything..."

Grace felt a hand hold her chin, "So... you didn't say that you kind of want to do things to me at this moment? Though, it can't be called 'force' if it's mutually agreed upon."

"W-what?"

Mick chuckled then pressed a chaste kiss on Grace's chin before releasing the hold he had on her and held her hand instead, "come on... my bandmates are waiting... we'll use this route instead. Fewer people use this and we can get to Jiji's cafe easier."

"Um... Mick... why are they calling you a disaster?"

The singer let out a hearty laugh making the novelist pout cutely, "not a disaster exactly princess, they said pink disaster... I'll explain it all to you when we get to the cafe. Can you wait till then?"

Grace nodded and was rewarded with a squeeze on her hand and a warm smile.