AUTHOR'S NOTE: I can say for certain that these little segments have some sort of structure now… God, my sneaky brain is in the works lol I'm excited to get my plans for this into fruition *snickers*

And yay for first person POV! Previous chapters have also been changed to first person, because I really just felt… that second person is just not my style, and I find it a tad more impersonal than first person. Terribly sorry if you enjoyed that kind of POV, but to me it just doesn't click right. Don't get me wrong though, I'm perfectly fine with second person POV (this originally being one), it's just a bit of a… pet peeve of mine.

Anyways, apologies for rambling! Go ahead and read now~

WARNING: Spoilers, spoilers everywhere~

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Mystic Messenger, all credits to Cheritz. *bows to the creators*

A Nice Little Break

(Jaehee X MC/Reader)

"Welcome to Café Ambrosia!"

The worker nearest the entrance chirpily greeted us as we scooted inside, admiring the decorations of the café that, as its namesake had suggested, had signs of Greek architecture and mythological gods and goddesses plastered all over its walls. White pillars with vines snaking around them lined the halls, lanterns hung from the ceiling, pots of different plants lined the walkways and the tables themselves looked as if they were carved from stone, though if one looked closer it was just paint.

The woman who had let us in herself was actually wearing a short toga that went down to her hips, with white pants and platform heels. She had a gold crown and her hair was tied up in an elegant bun.

To be honest, I felt as if I stepped into a different realm.

"They really went all out with this place," I said in awe, eyes wide.

My companion chuckled, brushing an errant strand of her shoulder length brown hair out of the way. "Yeah, and it's just near the train station so it's really popular, especially amongst students."

I nodded as we found an empty booth to park our freezing butts in, just near the heater. I relaxed, hugging one of the large pillows.

"I can see why," I mumbled.

Jaehee smiled as she sat down and removed the patterned scarf from her neck alongside her messenger bag just as another worker, this one male and damn he's hot in that exotic way that clued me in that he had foreign blood, passed by us with a friendly wave. I cracked a mischievous grin.

"Oh, I can definitely see why now."

My companion snorted. "You're a dork."

"Says the girl who's gaga for Zen," I teased, and I got the satisfaction of seeing her redden. It's always fun to see Jaehee blush. She honestly looks a lot prettier when she does that, especially since she's grown out her hair for the past seven months. Not to mention that I'm really pleased to be the one making her smile so freely.

Ignoring my clichéd thoughts, I then asked "So, who's ordering?"

Pleased at the change of subject, the brunette gestured to herself. "I'll do it. Just take some notes while you wait."

I nodded and watched her slide out with one smooth movement, her form-fitting burgundy dress swaying in the process, and out of habit she fixed the edge of her white jacket as she walked to the counter. Once she was in line, I set to work on observing the café's gimmicks. Jaehee and I have been working on her dream coffee shop since the month after her resignation from C&R, and we've been cataloguing anything useful we could use. From potential lots to rent, to the most populated areas, menu choices, gimmicks… we've gathered quite a lot, and if we're lucky, I have just the place where we could set up shop.

Of course, that wasn't the only reason I brought Jaehee out on this particular day.

And no, it wasn't because she had been overworking and gotten fatigued. Thankfully, her habits had somehow mellowed down after she had taken to doing odd jobs online, from being an English tutor to a translator. That and, I always did hide her laptop whenever it seemed that she'd work herself to the bone again, even if she did get revenge by messing with my files—and my darn junk food stash—whenever she went over to my place.

Plus, since she had left her previous job, Jumin still maintained a rather amicable relationship with her—and by extension, me, even after I had turned down the secretary position he had offered me. We still talk on the RFA chatroom, and after a while, the man had actually been dropping helpful suggestions to the point that if we wanted to have a sponsor, then he'll be our go-to man.

I was actually worried about my friend, who on the other hand, was considering the idea but I could tell she was hesitant about it. Not that she had a grudge, she wasn't like that. It was because she wanted to keep her options open… and a little bit because she was so used to doing things on her own that help from Jumin felt odd.

Really, she hadn't been doing a good job of hiding those papers for bank loans when I visited her apartment last week.

And so, I proposed a day off. She may call it a kidnapping, but I won't bother over the semantics at this point. Anything's better than having her pore over work endlessly, even if it's something she loved. Seriously, her going over-fatigued like she had last time should be prevented.

That's also why I'll be working hard on information gathering today, just so the workload can be lighter.

I continued jotting down some things that looked interesting, such as the waterfalls on the end of the hallway to another wing of the café, to the harp that was in the corner of the room under a spotlight. I hummed, tapping the edge of the pen at the table. This place was fancier than I expected, I don't think we could use much of the ideas for the decorations. We were aiming for a homey vibe so the most we could really use for the interior designs were the potted plants to up the ambience, and I'd have to research different flower types, making sure allergies were also taken into account. I'd also have to coordinate with an associate of an old friend of mine, and maybe interview the manager of this place later on when I get Jaehee home—

"They seemed to have a lot of interesting cake flavors."

I was brought out of my musings to the brunette placing a tray full of sandwiches, salads, and drinks in front of me. I eyed what seemed to be a large turkey sandwich and a tuna salad the most, before I met her raised eyebrow.

"Uh… what were you saying about the cake?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "We're going to taste them later after this."

"Okay!" I gave her a toothy grin before grabbing whatever piqued my interest, the aforementioned food alongside the iced tea and a simple ham and cheese sandwich. I gorged on the meal with much gusto, noting down what type of bread they used and how the drinks complimented them. I commented here and there about what I thought to Jaehee, who was content with nibbling on her chicken fillet sandwich and listening to the background piano music over the speakers.

When we finished (well more or less I did while the brunette was still drinking her jasmine tea), I decided to let our stomachs rest a bit by chatting.

"I haven't been online recently, so could you fill me in on anything juicy?"

She shook her head in amusement. "Nothing's really happening except the usual banter. Zen did announce that he was hired for a big role recently, so that's exciting."

I smirked at the sparkle in her eyes. "Is it another drama series? Or is it a movie? Either way, I bet you're counting your savings for the Buru-Ray set now, ain't ya?"

The brunette nodded in a proud way. "Yes, I always have enough to spare for any of his new merchandise."

"Ah, but you don't have enough time to spare for little ole me until I dragged you out today, do ya?" I pouted at her.

Jaehee shrugged, though if I wasn't watching her closely I wouldn't have noticed the flinch that accompanied it. "I was looking through things."

"I know," I said curtly, staring at her with a small, understanding smile. "You've used the concealer I brought for you."

She shifted in her seat, her hair partially blocking her face from sight, muttering something like "How does she always notice when I do all-nighters?"

I chuckled before I got up to order the sweets. "Well, I'm gonna check out those cakes. You mush those pillows in the meantime."

I didn't wait for her reply when I turned my back on her and got in line.

I pondered over the many choices, and decided to go with some of the classic cakes (chocolate, strawberry, mocha, and sponge), uncommon ice cream (cheese, charcoal…?), and shakes (mango, avocado, kiwi). Once I was up, the same man from earlier was the one to greet me. I spouted my orders mindlessly, staring at how efficiently they managed their kitchen, until I noticed him smiling at me while he placed some of the food on the tray.

"Uhm…"

"You and that girl are sisters?" he inclined his head towards our booth, and I blinked.

"Oh, we're not." I waved my hands in embarrassment. "She's my partner."

He quirked an eyebrow at me and a mischievous look crossed his face. "Partner, eh?"

It took me three seconds until I sputtered, feeling my cheeks burn. "I-I mean we're b-business partners! And c-close friends, that's all."

"Right, well, there's nothing wrong with that. Though don't worry, I don't judge."

The worker gave me a teasing smile, and I shot him a glare instead of answering. Geez, I don't really see myself being with Jaehee that way. Plus, I guess in a way, we're sisters, family in all but blood. Besides, anyone with even one eye could see how much she admires Zen, and how she adamantly keeps on denying her feelings. That time when she stayed over at his place, when he brought her that coffee grinder, how they watch out for each other… those two have chemistry.

The cash register's ring brought me out of my thoughts, and I dumped the bills on the counter with a twitch of my eye when the man winked at me. Aish, he's persistent.

I simply smiled—okay, maybe I growled at him as I simmered in humiliation, and sauntered off with the tray in hand. I ignored the chuckling behind me and practically speed-walked over to our booth. I opened my mouth, ready to rant…

… Only to see Jaehee cuddling a large pillow in her sleep, a peaceful expression on her pallid face.

I sighed softly, smiling at the scene. "Well, that works."

ADDITIONAL A/N: I'm ZenHee trash. Sue me.

Also, I don't write slash, but I do like teasing. And yeah, I imagined a mother hen MC because Jaehee does forget that she has limits. I do hope you guys did enjoy the girl bonding here lol.

Thank you for the feedback, follows and favorites, guys~! Glad to know this random fic caught your attention ^^