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"just tell me where you wanna eat." he said, changing the subject. "i don't have a lot of time to go out these days, with dance practices, shows, concerts, and taking care of jongie. i'm blessed that my brothers don't mind cutting me some slack since ara left me alone with our son. plus, i don't really go out anyway because i don't much like talking to people."

"um..." she looked out the passenger side window. they were on a city strip where there were various shops and restaurants and she pointed when her eyes fell upon one that she liked. "that one!"

"that one?" he took one look at it and went around to park in the back lot.

fatigas del querer, it was called. the fatigues of love. 

it was some kind of foreign restaurant, and as yoongi looked at the description beneath the name, he learned that it was a spanish restaurant. "they make the best tapas here, and i haven't had them in forever. since i was an exchange student in madrid." she informed him, matter of factly.

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and then guys, for days, that man was stalking A.

like he would park in front of the store and just wait for A to come out after work. so i'd always go out of the store with him because it was just creepy. his mom would pick him up after work and i'd walk him to her car. and i'd just always, always tell him to take care of himself because i was genuinely scared for his life.

so then this man started showing up during work hours. like he'd sit in the lobby and watch him all day. and one time when A was presenting orders at the window, he was parked in his car, filming him on his phone.

he finally stopped when we told my boss what was happening and she went outside to confront him. she said he couldn't film there because it was private property, and that if he didn't leave she would call the police. he didn't come back for a year. but just recently he started coming back again.

but that's a story for later.

-clary